"C'mon... this way out!" "Yay! We're safe!" "No one is more surprised than me by that... that clone trooper rouse was inspired; I take my hat off to your secret sci-fi geekiness, Mary-Kate...

"ewww... no way! I'm not a nerd - it's just that Ashley and me delight in the Star Wars prequels; some of the very few films which are worse than our own 'New York Minute!"

"Pah! Do not bask in glory yet, fools, you may have outwitted my Stormtroopers but do not underestimate the Dark Side of the Force...

Now, Twins, step away from the Bagheaded-one; he is mine now..."

"Woohoo... Darth Vader isn't going to kill us!" "Not quite... I just don't want the Baghead injured when those robots attack you..."

"eh? What robots... oh poo!" "Kill them my Robot friends! Kill all those who insult the Star Wars prequels! Rend those cootie-carrying girlies limb from limb!"

***Zzzzt... we hear and obey... destroy the Olsens... Exterminate! Exterminate!***

Well, that looks like a suitable cliffhanger-type place to leave that plot and look in over at Toyville's Police HQ... where we find the new ruling council celebrating...

"Here's to another successful 'liberation' and the founding of the new 'Free Toyville'!" "Heheh, yeah... and this afternoon I'll go and liberate somemore liquor money from the Toyville bank" "While I carry on my strip searches of the local Barbie dolls..." "... and I get to beat up on the weakling Ken dollies!"

"Who's that? A chick with a gun... now that just ain't right!" "Yep, it's a well know fact that girlie dolls can't shoot straight; even our Scarlet; we make sure her crossbow bolts have suckers on the end..." "Hey, perhaps she's one of them themed strippers... yay! Get 'em out luv! Show us your..."

"Excuse me, Joes, may I have a word?"

"Bloody hell, Sgt. Stalker... she's killed Rock'n'Roll!" "Wow, straight through the heart. Talk about a fluke shot for a dollybird to make!"

"Eh? Show us your blams? Hell, it's the first time I've heard 'em called that, Rock'n'Roll... Rock'n'Roll?"

"Holy crap... not again! Sgt. Law..." "Argghh! The bitch... I'm dying... but Order, my faithful hound will avenge my death!"

"GRRR!" "GRRR!"

The police hound leaps into fierce action... savage teeth tearing at the soft yielding skin... powerful jaws ripping hunks of bloody flesh clean off! But not Midge's... "no Order... NO! Bad dog... not the face... no... not the... Arghhhhhhhhh....!

"Oh man... that's just not right... ... didn't you ever feed that Dog, Sgt. Law?"

Now now, girlie, you'd better put that gun down before you cause anymore damag... ...aw crap!"

*koff* *splutter*..."the Joes just ain't gonna roll over and die, girlie... we're... *koff* gonna open a can of whupass... blearghhhh..."

"Perhaps... but at least there'll still be a Toyville... and this time we'll be ready...

...Uh... what the... feeling funny... feeling remorse at killing... feeling... feeling that I wanna get married and settle down...

I want to host a tea party and buy some pretty lace doilies... ohmigod, what's happening to me?..."

"no! Toyville's grip on reality is still slipping... I've become a... a.. fashion dollie again!" And just at that moment, summoned by the sounds of gunfire, the Toyville press corps burst into the Mayor's office... "Would you look at that!?! This is news! News!...

...the GI Joe ruling council have been wiped out and Toyville liberated... all by a barely poseable fashion doll!" "teehee... math is hard"   the news rapidly spreads... but what of the Joes? What blood thirsty vengeance will they seek? Let's listen in to Scoop's report...

"... a dark day for GI Joe kind... the embarrassed chiefs at back at Hasbrotown have ordered an immediate GI Joe withdraw amid continuing rumours that they are now actively seeking to pull the plug on the whole GI Joe team.... Acting Commander Flint is at this very moment in contact with the now disgraced Duke - ordering his search parties to immediately return to base for a severe bollocking. This is Scoop, signing off for the GI Joe network."

"Yes, Falcon ol' buddy... I perfectly understand. I agree 100% - we shall give up our pursuit of MiskatonicNick and the Grail Diary and return to base immediately... what's that? No, don't worry... I'll call up Pathfinder's search party and order them to return too. It is all my fault after all. I'll do it immediately, Falcon. Duke, over and out...     ... yeah, like Hell I will, you commie faggot asshole, Falcon.

"Hey boss, what was that radio call about?" "New orders, Roadblock... we're now to find MiskatonicNick, beat the location of the Holy Grail out of him... terminate the bagheaded punk with extreme prejudice, liberate the Grail and then burn Toyville down to the ground!" "Yee-ha! Now you're talking - just like the Cabbage Patch Massacre of '86! Let's Roll!"