The car grinded to a halt with the screeching of tires. The Fox Building loomed above them, casting a shadow of Evil over L.A.

"Well I just crapped my pants." Said Ben Rather abruptly. "And isn't it kinda strange how the police don't really care about us anymore? It's like we are all in some sort of cartoon where if police interfered people wouldn't watch it."

"Shut up leetile mon!" Ordered Arnold, hitting Ben with his pinky finger.

"Finally," Said Donna in Awe, staring at the monster building transfixed. "Finally we know where our coke went. But I'm really glad that this hasn't been edited by 4kids or the ending would totally suck and this whole thing would be ten minutes long. It's also a sign that this thingamabob is almost over."

"Hey if we get the coke back, Can you guys share?" Asked Trisha.

"Actually…" I said slowly. "Me and Donna were sorta keeping it for ourselves, you know, we paid for it and all." The rest objected with yelling and swearing. "And this is also part of the plot where everyone fights over something incredibly stupid."

"Oh god."

"It's true! IT'S TRUE!!"

"NO!!"

"Oh my, I can so see it."

"Does this make us lame?"

"No way!"

"Okay this inside joke is getting out of hand. Stop it."

The seven…some… Tumbled out of the car. Harry stopped in front of them.

"Okay I red the script!" Blurted out Harry without warning. The rest looked on in confusion.

"This plot has a script!?" Donna asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah Apparently. BUT!! Fifty percent of it did not happen due to your actions and complete disregard for common sense. FlippedoutKyrii has even stated that this is the place where stupid plots go to die. AND!! It also says… says…" Harry flipped through a collection of papers. "That… okay… like all cartoons, the bad guy lies and sends goons off to do his work for him instead of getting off his fat ass and doing it himself. Have you noticed that in like… every cartoon never made? Except for certain Anime. And also… FlippedoutKyrii wants to wrap this all up in a silk cloth so he can play Bioshock again and laugh at Dan's little brother's stupidity and almost unbelievable homosexuality-"

"Your off-topic, Harry." Said Ben.

"Oh okay. Yeah that seems to happen a lot, even faster on forums. Anyway… This is also part of the script where I attempt to leave but you guys get me to follow you for some retarded cause with the promise of cake… which no one seems to get because IT'S A DAMN LIE!!"

"Harry!" I shouted in frustration. "Today! And your constant topic drifting is even worse than forums from the deepest pits of the internet run by a bunch of foulmouthed autistic eight year olds!"

"Dammit, Okay… Okay I have it set straight… Screw you guys I'm getting out of here."

"Isn't that kindaaaaaaaaa…. Sudden?" Asked Todd curiously.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"We don't care."

"YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST COMPANIONS EVER!!" Shouted Harry. "I know we are not trying to be cliché but GOD!! I saved your rear ends like… twenty times! You should at least care about me at least a little-"

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF CRAP JUST GET INTO THE BUILDING!!" Boomed a voice from the clouds menacingly.

"Wow you pissed off the writer." Commented Trisha. "Let's just go before he decides to kill us all or make an anti-climax.

This is a sign that I'm running out of ideas… O.O

One plothole and disappointing script later…

The six entered the building. The steps lead to a lobby layered with marble and columns that reached to the ceiling. Everything shined, if only their programming and broadcasting were shiny, then they would be in for a big "WIN!!", but of course that is nowhere to be seen. A statue of Bart Simpson clutching a skateboard stood in the center of the lobby. Its shine and sparkle could be described only through twenty dollar words and a look through of Wikipedia. Because I'm just to gosh darn lazy to describe such things. You probably realized now that I didn't put much detail into this thing because it's not a very big priority. Aw what the hell… Its better then homework!

"Wow if onlee Thee peed moore attention too theeare veooers than theeare building." Commented Arnold in awe. Suddenly, the lights went out.

"Wow what an odd coincidence." Said Trisha. "Well… since Pokemon, nothing is."

On cue, the door on the left side of the room opened. Out stepped Dick Cheney.

WHAT DA FK!!?

The six stared at him in silence and awe, but then Arnold spoke up.

"What do yoo want leetile mon? I though I told Yoo too not come near mee afta that leetile shooteeng inceedent!?"

"The lawsuit was a lie!" Barked Dick. "Just like that cake!"

"FOOLISH IDIOTS!!" Howled a voice over the intercom. "IT IS I!! D.D!!"

"Yeah we sorta figured that. I mean…" Donna Paused. "Is anyone else here?"

"NO!!" Yelled D.D. "THEY ARE ON LUNCH BREAK!!"

"Why does everyone in this fanfic like to yell?" Asked Ben Curiously.

"SHUT UP WITH YOUR COMMON SENSE!!" Ordered D.D. "YOU HAVE STEPPED INTO MY TRAP LIKE A FLY AND A SPIDER WEB!! IT WAS PERFECT, CUNNING THINKING THAT GOT YOU INTO MY LAIR!!"

"What cunning!?" Objected Todd. "All you did was say that there wasn't going to be a trap!"

"AND IT WORKED!!"

"No we didn't! We thought it was so clichéd that you wouldn't sink so low!"

D.D didn't speak.

"You…" Mumbled D.D. "You didn't expect anything at all?"

The six nodded. With that. D.D burst into laughter

"OH GOD!!" Choked D.D. "I… I JUST CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE IT!! IT'S OKAY DICK!! YOU CAN LAUGH TOO!!"

Dick Cheney burst into salty tears followed by childish laughter.

"HOLD ON I'M GONNA GO CALL THE GUARD!!" Button's could be heard mashed into a phone. "Hold on… HEY GUARD!! GUESS WHAT!!?"

"Oh… You're busy? Oh… okay… okay… No no no! I can tell you later… Oh you just got it out of the oven? Okay… put it down… Okay do whatever you need so the cookies wouldn't totally screw up… Yeah I'd like some… okay do you want to hear? Yeah… they didn't expect a trap! I KNOW!! I'm bursting too! Yeah… what?

No… Um… Last time I've checked the Fox Rocket ship is not ready… yeah I think another few years and a little bit more tax payers money would do it… we need to stop beefing up the whole entrance hall. Okay I'll talk to you later."

D.D Hung up. But went back onto the intercom system.

"You can kill them now Dick."

"Can I use the Spaceballs Flamethrower!?" Cried Dick in delight.

"Yeah sure… Whatever floats your boat." Answered D.D. Dick squealed like a little girl in a candy shop. He then pulled the Spaceballs flamethrower out of his pants. He smiled before he sent a wave of flames in the hero's direction. They dashed behind a marble column for safety.

"What do we do!?" demanded Donna, not wanting to burn her hair.

"I'VE GOT ONE!!" Shouted Trisha, the sound of an idea in her voice. She summoned an ice shield four feet long and eight feet high next to the column.

"I learned that from Bullet Witch!" exclaimed Trisha, proud of herself, before… you know… the ice melted.

"Man this also reminds me that I don't want to play it again. I've got to play better games."

"Yeah Trisha even if it didn't melt it would have taken ages to get across, and by then he would have gone around the shield." I commented rather rudely.

"We could wait until he runs out of fuel!" Ben offered.

"Ben, this is a fanfiction that… right now is parodying action cartoons." Said Trisha, taking down Ben's idea. "By now people should realize the clichés and jokes earlier."

"CRAP!!" Exclaimed Ben in anger. Suddenly, Dick stopped.

"MY CHENEY SENSES ARE TINGLING!!" Shouted Dick. "Oh wait its just indigestion." Dick suddenly gasped. Harry Whittington approached him slowly. "OH MY GOD A DEER!!" Dick stared at Whittington in fear and shock for about a minute. But then Whittington pulled out a 30. M1 Carbine and shot Dick multiple times before he fell facedown on the floor and burst into flames from leaking fuel. Whittington gawked at Dick's body for about ten seconds.

"Damn Dick, You scared the crap out of me." Said Whittington calmly. "I thought you were a bear!"

"Hey we ditched a Harry and we got a new Harry!" I exclaimed, rather confused but at least trying to go along with it, I went this far into this plot with yelling WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON… wait did I say that out loud?

No? Okay.

"I have conveniently disabled the security grid."

"Hey thanks complete political stranger which I have never met in my entire life!" Donna thanked. "Where's the elevator?"

"It's over there, but it has been inconveniently blocked off by fallen marble."

"But what about the one over there?"

"It has been inconveniently rigged."

"Is there any elevator's in the building?"

"No, the stairs are free, because an elevator is a cliché in action cartoons." The heroes moaned in despair. But then reluctantly went up the staircase. To finally end all this…

Next chapter…

WILL D.D ACT STUPID AGAIN AND TOTALLY REIGN DOWN UPON THE HEROES EFFORTS? WILL ADAM AND DONNA GET THEIR COKE BACK? WHO IS THIS GUARD? AND WHY DID HARRY SHOOT DICK… Oh wait it's pretty much self explanatory…

TUNE IN NEXT EPISODE!!