Space Ghost was playing around with his blue card as he was at his desk, glancing up to see the screen.
"Moltar, do we have anyone to celebrate our twentieth anniversary? Space Ghost asked as he blinked, getting a little impatient.
Moltar cleared his throat as he nodded. "Well, I think we do. Let me check." He then pulled the lever, revealing Waluigi at his taco stand in Seaside Hill.
"What the?" Waluigi remarked as he squinted at the camera that was suddenly floating in front of him. "...What the fuck? What the hell is this? Why is there a camera in front of me?"
"Because you are on my show now, Dick Dastardly," Space Ghost remarked as he raised his right hand in the air. "Welcome to the show! Are you getting enough oxygen?"
"Oxygen? What is that, a kind of disease?" Waluigi remarked as he picked up a chicken flavored taco and munched on it. "What do you want with me, anyway?"
Space Ghost folded his arms together as he cleared his throat. "Let's get this out of the way, Snidley Whiplash. I'm going to ask you a set of questions, and you're going to answer them."
"And if I don't...?" Waluigi asked as he squinted his eyes at Space Ghost.
Space Ghost then raised his left arm as he fired off his Destructo Ray at Waluigi, blasting him and the taco stand to smithereens as Space Ghost blinked.
"I think I had the destructo ray set a little too high..." Space Ghost admitted as he cleared his throat, with the charred taco stand suddenly falling on Space Ghost, crushing him and his orange desk.
Moltar sighed as he picked up one of the green books he would normally read. "This thing didn't go as well as Tad intended. But why would it matter? He's an idiot in white tights."
"I heard that." Space Ghost grumbled as he was unable to get up from underneath the charred taco stand.