What's this? MiskatonicNick and the Olsen Twins just about to indulge in some highly lewd rumpypumpy? Has the world gone mad? Have the Olsens? Has MiskatonicNick? Has the writer of this claptrap?* Avert your eyes, dear reader, from the scene of unbridled lust that is just about to be unleashed in the cynical hunt for ratings! * well, yes to the last of those; that's why it's taking me so long between updates! Straight-jackets are getting harder to gnaw through these days!

But suddenly there comes a knocking at the door...

*** knock knock*** "ROOMSA SERVICE! Mesa bring roomsa service"

"Dammnit... one moment twins... I'll be right back..."

However, a nasty surprise awaits MiskatonicNick as he opens the door...   "Ohmigod... you? No... that's impossible... you're dead... no... no... nothing that foul and evil can still live! Get back I say... get back! NOOOOO!"

And as the sickening thump of a dead body hitting the floor echoes around the room, it's time to jump to another scene... and the garish corridors of Pink Box Security's secret HQ...

"So, Dr McFly, as you explained - this world we all know as Toyville is nothing more than an artificial construct, a fantasy world, created by MiskatonicNick? And now that he has 'joined' the story in his search for the Holy Grail no one is overseeing our reality anymore? Causing it to break down?" "Exactly Major Midge... which is why Mayor Ackbar has suddenly shrunk in size." "And should MiskatonicNick die on this quest?" "Toyville will cease to be... and we shall revert to lumps of plastic." "And yet we can't help him by sending in a troop of special forces because...?"

"Because that would add another subplot thread to this story - and with no one in charge whatever story there is left is already threadbare, we are exisitng on just meagre scraps of plottage... which explains all the plot holes and paradoxes cropping up."

"Yeah, I noticed a couple of stinkers you could drive a truck through in just this couple of frames already! But I believe we can still help MiskatonicNick..." "No! We mustn't overload the plot!" "Exactly, I'm gonna shrink it... we're gonna end the subplot involving the Joe's occupation of Toyville!" "But, Major, the troops we'll need for that...it'll tear the story fabric of this reality!" "Not if we do it my way, Buzz, by stealth and subterfuge... I already have a secret agent within the Toyville Police Department... they can gain me access to the Joe's ruling council...

Somehow, Midge's plan is overheard across town in the Toyville Police Dept... must be that break down of Toyville's reality (great excuse for lazy plotting, eh?)

"Did you here that, Clint? There's supposedly a spy in our midst? Perhaps it's one of us?" "Nope. Good try Detective Kayla... but I'm still not getting involved in another Toyville story!"

"Then who here could it possibly be...?"

"I have no idea, Det. Kayla... how about you Police Constable McSmasher? "Yeah, me neither" "... now, please excuse me, sir, I've gotta go and... errr... unlock the secret, ungarded backdoor to this base." "erm... Clint..."

"Och, no sirs, I've no idea who the mystery undercover blonde police constable who's just about to unlock the secret, unguarded backdoor to this base, might be...

"What have I told you, Kayla? Best not to get involved in Toyville plots. Believe me on that one; I've still got the mental scars to prove it!"

And so, round the back of Toyville's Cop Shop...

"Ah, Pink Box Agent McSmasher, right on schedule" "Major Midge, ma'am... and the Joe ruling council are lunching in the Mayor's office..." "Right, let's go and pay them a little visit; I've got a little citizen's complaint I'd like to file with them...

... oh, and Agent McSmasher... I think you need to look up the definition of 'undercover' again."