Narrator: So, after a ten month hiatus cliffhanger we return to Mystere, the Mediocre.
Mystere: No one noticed.
Narrator: Hey, shut up! Now, when we last left our hero, or whatever you want to call him.
Mystere: Hey!
Narrator: Heh Heh Heh! Some strange alien calling himself the Hatless Alien had given Ghaleon some kind of outta control creature in the hopes of defeating the all around good guy, Mystere. Borgan ran away crying after being picked on. Mystere confronted Ghaleon, and the beast was released...and now, the conclusion.
Mystere: Wow, that was actually an efficient summary.
Narrator: OH, Shut up.
Narrator: The creature moves about spinning wildly, knocking all kinds of things over. What could be? What kind of horror could this be? But, as the creature stopped spinning and growling, it turns out to be two different forms of evil.
Richard Simmons: Let's go everybody! Dance and be happy! [starts clapping as he dances and sings....badly]
Mystere: By the Goddess, Ghaleon, what have you done?
Ghaleon: I think I'm going to be sick, is that Vasoline on his legs, yuck!
Mystere: Well, Zophar might like him.
Ghaleon: [Nods.] True
Narrator: But, that's not all there is in this crate. Out comes the dancing sensation, with his head already all the way up his own ass, It's Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance!
Mystere: [Glares, and snarls] This one I can handle. [Turns to the Palace] Borgan! Pizza! [Points to Flatley]
Borgan: PPPPPPIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Narrator: Borgan goes flying out at top speed and with all his weight he can't stop, and with a giant SPLAT! the Evil Flatley is no more.
RS: [Continues dancing] Come on boyz, let's have some fun.
Mystere: Eww, I can do without your kind of fun.
RS: Aww, someone doesn't sound like a Happy Camper.
Mystere: [starts to back up, but is cornered.]
Ghaleon: [laughs at Mystere's pending doom.]
Mystere: [grins] Oh, your right, I am very happy, but Ghaleon is a [swallows hard] glummy goose. [shutters at being forced to reduce himself to this.]
Ghaleon: [looks horrified as the duo approaches him. Ghaleon casts a spell that blows a big gust of wind forcing Richard Simmons back into the box.] Let's call a temporary truce until we remove this thing.
Mystere: [Thinks for a second.] Your right. I'll get the box. You start working on a teleportation spell, send him to Zophar's dimension, he'll actually enjoy him there.
Ghaleon: Good idea. [After a bit of work, a small portal is opened, and Mystere manages to push the box in before the portal closes.]
Mystere: Whew! That was close! Next time, use your own evil minions.
Ghaleon: Good idea, but now you've got even bigger problems, and I do mean BIG!
Narrator: That's right folks, as Borgan has regained his stance, and looks hungry enough to eat a Mystere whole.
Borgan: Eat! NOW!
Ghaleon: Can't. Mystere here lied to you about the pizza, there's none here.
Borgan: No pizza? GRRRR!! [Borgan starts to charge.]
Mystere: Of course not, because Ghaleon here ate it all.
Borgan: You...ate my....pizza?!?!
Ghaleon: [Ghaleon's pupils become very small dots.] Oh sh**!
Mystere: [waves] See ya Ghaleon!
Narrator: And so, another evil deed has been faced and overcome thanks to the heroics of the man of the hour, and king of honor and duty. Thanks to....MYSTERE, THE MEDIOCRE!
Mystere: A bit overdone, don't you think?
[A 20 ton weight falls on him.]
Narrator: Don't mess with the narrator.
The end ;-)