Chapter 3

Justin was face to face with face with four cloaked figures. Each took one of the four chairs in the room, and then took off their hoods.

Justin couldn't believe his eyes.

The four figures before him were none other than SpongeBob Squarepants, Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, and Homer Simpson.

He couldn't stop staring.

Mickey was the first to respond. "I guess by your look that you know who we are!" he said in a jovial voice.

Justin nodded slowly.

"Well, we're the Elders. Nice to meet you!"

Justin gave a small wave.

Bugs then began to speak. "Well let's cut to the chase, shall we? The reason why you're here is because we want you to become this unit's Guardian."

"Guardian?"

"Yes. You see there are several different universes different to your own. Some are parallel, others are their own. All these universes together are called the multiverse."

"The multiverse is divided into different units, each containing certain types of universes. Movies, Books, TV Shows – you name it, it's out there. However, there are evil individuals in their own universe who wish to rule the entire multiverse, or throw it out of whack. If this happens, everything as we know it will cease to exist. That's why we have Guardian's for each unit of the multiverse. Their job is to stop the evil nutjobs, and keep their unit of the multiverse in balance."

"We choose these Guardians from certain universes, where they are knowledgeable of a certain unit of the multiverse. Since you know quite a bit about cartoons –"

"You want me to protect the Cartoon unit of the multiverse?" said Justin, finishing the sentence.

"Basically, yes."

"But I don't have any weapons or abilities!"

"That's why you're going down to the lab next. I hope you do well as our new Guardian…Justin."

"How do you know my –"

"Don't ask, don't tell."

As Justin walked off with an escort, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"By the way, shouldn't Peter Griffin be with you guys?"

"Peter?" said Homer. "He's the janitor."

Justin looked to the corner, where Peter in a janitor uniform was mopping up a spill."

"Jeez," complained Peter, "This job is worse than Mel Gibson's acting career."

Justin quietly shuffled off with the escort after that.