Brains! ...Brains! ...Brains! And so we return to MiskatonicNick, on the run from the Nazi Zombies (two evils for the price of one!)... who quickly proves that not only does he run like a girl... scream like a girl... but falls over tree roots like one too... "oops.. Oh @~!$#ing *@#$ !"

Brains!...Brains!...Brains! "erm... c'mon guys; ever read Toyville? Not much in the evidence of brains here!" Brains!...Brains!...Brains! "Oh bugger... this doesn't look good. Quick, Nick, think... what would Buffy do in a situation like this... oh yes, get eaten alive* ... oh bugger..."

*which indeed she did in 'Darks Days in Toyville'

Uhoh... things look bleak for ol'baghead - but never worry; I'm sure that Pinky and Sandy are FINALLY on the road and about to launch a daring last minute rescue... or not as the case may be for miles away, back on the streets of Toyville

"Dammnit... I thought this was the way out of town! Perhaps around this corner - hey, Sandy have a look in the glove compartment, see if Action Man has got the Toyville A to Z in there..." "Nope... no... nothing but... ewww, pictures of Max Steel... ewwwww... all oiled up and naked!"

"Ooooooo... let me have a look... oh yuck, they're all stuck together..."

... but while the Obitsu sisters gawp at Max's incriminating photos they never notice a gaping black mass open up before them until it's too late... "OHMIGOD!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" "Aw, Pinky, they're not *that* sleazy and depraved... well, perhaps that one of Max and a My Little Pony is..." "No Pinky... look ahead... in front of us!" "eh? What the f...! Hell, I can't avoid it... " "It's swallowing us whole!" "Just like Max and..." "PINKY!"

Uhoh. Well... how about Pink Box Security... oh, perhaps not - with Major Midge gone chaos now reigns in their secret base as Mayor Ackbar is fast finding out...

"Rght, who's in command here and how's Major Midge?"

"I'm afraid there's been no change in the Major's condition sir, she's still insisting we should all be wearing pink dresses and be plaiting My Little Pony manes! Many of our agents are going the same way - turning back into useless fashion dollies who can't even stand on their own pointy little feet let alone hold a gun... or intelligent conversation! That leaves you as the senior-ranked official here."

"Hot damn! Wait, how about Captain Picard? Old Baldie will know what to do - where is he?" "Erm... he's turned into Captain Kirk, sir." "Damn! What's he doing?" *sigh* "... several of the fashion dolls, sir." "Ack! Oi, you - Agent Frizzy hair - can you call up the other armed forces heads on the computer..."

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Mr Mayor, sir - all our high-tech computers are suddenly nothing more than painted cardboard with stickers attached."

 

"Holy Crappity crap!   ... order the immediate despatch Weapon D with orders to protect Miskatonic-Nick from harm!"

That fly-headed nerd was right! Reality is breaking down! We're turning back into toys! Unless MiskatonicNick is restored back behind his PC to churn out lame excuses for plots, we're screwed! We must do everything to ensure his safety...

"GASP!" "But, Mayor Ackbar... remember the Geneva convention!" "It's too dangerous!" "We have no other choice, Agents... we must release Weapon D... and may the Good Lord have mercy on our plastic souls!"

Well, damnnit, hurry up and release Weapon D quickly before it's too late...

"BRAINS!" "Oh crap... I'm doomed and all because of a lousy plot hole you could've driven a big ol' truck through... " "BRAINS!" "BRAINS!"

... oh dear... it's too late...