“Something’s wrong!” said Glorb, “I didn’t know Bowser Jr. really existed...or had a Southern drawl!” Suddenly, the guards laughed and disappeared, and the ground buckled underneath them. “It’s a trap!” said Ultima Shadow. They fell down, and were knocked out...
The four woke up in a large chamber, tied to a big pole thingy hanging from the ceiling. Just then, a wall turned into a large screen, and Pumpernickel appeared. “How are you gentlemen! All your base are belong—“ Glorb cut him off, “Enough with the Zero Wing Jokes.” Pumpernickel sighed, then started over: “You seem to be preoccupied, gentlemen. However, you will soon...not...be preoccupied once you’ve been eaten by the NUCLEAR CRABS!” The floor opened up, revealing a small moat of large crabs, glowing a healthy nuclear green. “You fiend!” exclaimed TBT. “Silence!” shot back Pumpernickel, “Now, henchmen, lower the unnecessarily time-consuming thing-lowering mechanism as I go pay a visit to the President. I don’t think he’ll mind having his DNA removed! To fuel my death ray! In space! Poised to destroy the world! Hahahahahahaha*hack* hahaha!”
The pole thingy began to lower. One of the four had to quickly do something fast, and in a hurry. The safety of the world depended on it!