Seconds earlier, at Pigpimple's College of Prestidigitation...

"Come on Ron, we're off to cast a Locate Baghead spell..." "Awwww, Harry... but Star Trek's on telly; and one of those fab time travel crossover episodes; this time T'Pol, Seven of Nine, Jadzia Dax and Deanna Troi find themselves stranded in the 20th Century and working at a Hooters bar..." "Yeah, Trek can really kill a career..." "heh, like we're ever going to work again either... ...Come on Ron, you're too young to really enjoy sleazy plot lines like that..."

"Captain! Unknown ship off the starboard bow... it seems to be somekind of fossil burning vehicle... piloted by the Olsen Twins! " "What!" "It's MiskatonicNick! We've found him - he's with the dreamy Olsens! Quick Ron, hurry and get those Olsen panties we won off ebay seller SgtJose; we can use those as a focus to teleport us to the Olsens, and so to that Bagheaded freak!" "erm... you're calling MiskatonicNick a freak and you've been buying Olsen panties off ebay?"

But how much of the Olsens and MiskatonicNick will remain? For at that very moment...

"Hang on Ashley... no big messy splat sound effect?" "We've landed in a tree!" "We're still alive!" "Holy crap... Baghead's plan worked! Well done Misk...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ... ... ... Hang on... no big messy 'SPLAT' sound effect? ... hey, where's the freak gone?" "The Enterprise must have beamed him up!" "I doubt it - I think the banning order is still in place keeping him away from Dr Crusher..." "Uhoh, that means he must've fallen out" "And taken the secret of the Grail Diary with him! Damn, there's only thing for it then..." ..

"What? Run the end credits? Woo hoo!" "... no, we've gotta break out our adventurin' clothes and go hunting for him!" "Heh, and from that height we'll probably need a mop and a bucket too!"

But the Olsens will have to hurry... for someone already has a headstart on them... "Hmmm, I think I saw the bagheaded one plummet to earth somewhere near the enchanted forest... the poor b*st*rd doesn't stand a chance..." ... but the boggle-eyed Dr Evil flies over a small clearing without noticing a familiar prone figure...

... and it seems somethings already beaten everyone to him anyway... "It's over here... oh dear, oh dear..." "My, my, my, it fell from the Sky" "What a strange head. Is it dead?" "Yuck , the poor nit, sure smells like it..." "Wait a tick, let us prod it with a stick..." "Ugghhhhh..." "Listen! It might have gone splat on the ground but the strange fellow still makes a sound!" Then it must be alive! Somehow it managed to survive!

"What's with the glasses - do you have Myopia? But anyhow, welcome to Faerietopia."

"Eh... but none of you look like Max Steel!" "No, we spell it with an 'e', you sweet little pea" "Else Mattel's Lawyers would surely sue, Which would make us truly blue." "Please, we must take you to our Faerie Queen, Who is sexy and sweet and not at all mean."

"Damn right - namely getting my city back from the Joes." "No, that's easily dealt with..." "Hmmm, getting the Grail Diary off MiskatonicNick so we can squander the powers of the Holy Grail?" "No, something far more terrible..." "It's to do with the Olsen Twins then..." "No. The death of Toyville. The destruction of our world, the fall of civilization, the end of reality as we know it!" "See, I told you it was those pesky twins!"

"No, Mayor. Far, far worse. Send in the scientists please..."