"You'll be playing for your fellow monsters and evildoers, of course," Kronos told her. "I need your beautiful vocals and hypnotic guitar to be added to this plan the boss has at the Last Resort hotel, which means you can play for that whole hotel."
"Play for the Last Resort…" Ember's eyes were sparkling with the prospect of fame. Then she snapped herself back to reality. "Okay, here's the deal. I want two hundred upfront, my own dressing room, and I don't pay for meals. Got it?"
Kronos passed her a small sack of money. "You'll have the room if we get the down time," he told her. "We've been on our feet for a while, you see. But you can definitely have your own car on the train we're taking to meet your co-stars once we meet them at the hotel."
"That sounds – " Ember did a double take. "Wait, what? CO-STARS? Listen here, pal, Ember McLain headlines! She doesn't play opening act!"
"Don't you argue with us, missy!" Wynter hopped up onstage alongside her, getting right up in her face, pointing a finger angrily. "The X-Squad is pretty tough, and the only way we're winning this is with more firepower, either you duet or you don't get to do it!"
"What harm can there be, Emmy?" Ashley asked, arms out in a shrug. "After all, you'll only have all the more room to prove yourself."
Ember smiled back. "You do know how to flatter me."
"Maybe…you should return the favor?" She was almost pleading.
"I'll call you a good killer when you actually catch something other than hitchikers," Ember said with a pointed glare.
Ashley gave a defeated sigh.
Then Ember rushed up to her, planting a kiss on her cheek. "But you are sweet. I'll give you that much. You're the only one actually worthy of the title 'girlfriend of Ember McLain.'"
"And Andy makes three!" Ashley said proudly, putting an arm around Ember's waist. She responded by laying a hand on her chest.
"Blech." Birch stuck out her tongue. "Get a room, won't ya?!"
"Don't let the married act fool you," Andrew snickered. "The little lady here had a full-on radical feminist phase and sent a hunter clear outta town, but apparently she's got a thousand excuses for it."
Ember waved it off. "I may or may not have conveniently challenged Skulker's ego to send him on a goose chase just before deciding to help get rid of the rest of the men. That way, I could take my anger at him out on everyone else's boyfriend while getting to keep my ex. Have cake, eat cake. I've since then learned the 'all men are toxic' rhetoric is dangerous anyway."
"Pleeeeeaaaase, Andrew, can we tag along?" Ashley begged.
"Yeah sure, I don't give a shit. Free dream, no effort on our part? I'm not bitching." Andrew took his last shot as Ashley climbed off of his lap, excitedly bouncing with joy.
"Roland, you bastard. Seems I'm as worthless as you..." Inkerton groaned, as he unknowingly sank towards a rainbow-colored portal, his wounds were too much, the crab nicked him in the head, and now, he truly was sinking to the bottom of the drain, as the warm light enveloped him in an embrace, hopefully next time, he'd make no mistakes.
Inside the large classroom building on the outskirts of the space center, near the mission control center, stood Martin C. Itopants in his nice business suit, in front of a room full of his students, as a bunch of equations were displayed up on the board, as he rambled on about how detachable thrusters are more fuel efficient.
"Now you see lads, when a booster runs out of fuel, the hot hot gas stops coming out, meaning no propulsion, meaning the ship falls..." he says as the display board shows a video of a rocket shuttle running of fuel for its boosters, for before coming crashing down into the ground in a massive explosion as parts flew everywhere. "And explodes. Now, with detachable thrusters, we can attach extra boosters, meaning more fuel, equaling more thrust. Now, class dismi-"
As he was about to finish his sentence, behind him, a large vortex-like hole tore open, as Martin slowly felt himself being sucked, grasping onto his table as he screamed. "What the fuck, what the fuck, the shit is going on-AHHHHHHHHHHHH..." He said screaming loudly as he was sucked into the vortex, flickering shut as his students had not a single clue what had just happened.
It was a normal day in Burbank, or so they thought. The Warners jumped out of their tower, almost immediately spotted by Ralph, who whistled at them.
"Hey!" he shouted.
"Yipe!" the Warners screamed.
They ran from Ralph. He chased them all around the movie lot until noon, when they took a lunch break. The four of them shared a large pepperoni pizza, with Wakko eating more than half of it, then continued the chase. The Warners snuck inside a building where Pinky and the Brain were making another attempt to take over the world.
"Finished!" said Brain. "With this portal, we shall be transported to the most powerful ghost realm in the omniverse. Once we conquer it, then, at last, our world will be in the palms of our hands!"
"Egad, Brain!" said Pinky. "Oh, wait, no, how will we know that we're in the right city? Narf!"
"Simple, Pinky. I have inserted an artificial intelligence inside the portal so it will transport us wherever we wish. Come, Pinky. We have a job to do."
They were about to jump inside the portal, but were interrupted when the Warners stormed in.
"Excuse me!" said Yakko.
"Pardon us!" said Wakko.
"Coming through!" said Dot.
"I gots yous now, Warners!" said Ralph.
The three Warners ran towards the portal.
"Wait, stop!" said Brain. "Not yet!"
But it was too late. Although Brain tried to warn them, they already entered the portal. Alarms went off and red lights flashed as the portal sent bursts of electricity everywhere.
"Brain! Zort! What's happening?!"
"The containment field is too weak to support their weight all at once! The portal is spinning out of control!"
The portal sent bigger and more powerful bursts of electricity and caused everything in the room to defy gravity and float in the air.
"Hold on, Pinky!" said Brain.