(We're in the office.  Bob's tapping away at the computer while Dot talks with Mike the TV.)

Announcer: We take you now to Bob and Dot, who have just returned from the Web.

Dot: So there were no power surges?  No bad sector warnings?  Nothing got corrupted, everything's just fine?

Mike: (sounding a bit weary of the conversation) Yes. . .

Dot: You fed Enzo's guinea pig?  She didn't die, did she?  She's all right, right?

Mike: Would you just relax?  I took care of things!  You were in the Web for about a minute, and nothing happened.

Dot: I know, I just. . . Phong didn't throw any parties, did he?

Mike: Dot. . .

Dot: There wasn't any alcohol, was there?  He didn't get arrested, did he?  I'm not going to get arrested, right?

Mike: You're being weird now.

Dot: They didn't break anything, right?  They didn't kill anyone, right?  No one was killed, right?

Mike: Nothing happened, Dot.

Dot: (nervous) Where did they hide it?  Where did they hide it? Oh User, I hope they buried it in the rock quarry and no one saw them.  What if someone saw them?  They're going to find them, and I'm the one who's going to be blamed!  (She grabs a paper bag and starts breathing in and out of it deeply.)

Bob: (pointing at the computer) Hey, check this out!  We can make $300 a day working out of our home!

Mike: Well, what are we working here for?

(Mike and Bob share a good laugh.)

(Cut quickly to the opening sequence.  Bob does the narrative.)

(The peppy ReBoot theme song plays as scenes flash by: a very old Matrix sleeping in an armchair as children run past with scissors; a dragon pouring ketchup on Megabyte; an aerial view of Mainframe with sheep raining on the system; Matrix carries AndrAIa into a hotel room, hangs a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob, then enters, closing the door behind him; a room full of ninjas training; Frisket's eyes dart back and forth suspiciously; Hacker X reaches for his mask and pulls it off to reveal. . . .)

(We're in Kits Sector.  A great number of buildings still seem to be missing.  Suddenly, a portal opens and Matrix, AndrAIa, Enzo, and Frisket exit out to the outside of it.)

Matrix: What the. . . ?

Enzo: Hey!  Do you see that?

(Frisket whines.)

AndrAIa: What. . . what are they all doing?

(The camera shifts to show all the binomes in the system, standing in one long line.  It zips dramatically from the end of the line to the front, stopping at the entrance to Dot's Diner, where the binome at the front of the line stares forlornly at the sign fixed to the door: Lost in the Web -- Closed.  He suddenly notices our cameraman.)

Binome: Hey!  I was here first, understand?  The only way you get ahead of me is over my cold, decompiled code!

(The cameraman draws a knife.)

Binome: You want a piece of me?  Let's go!

(The view becomes rather bumpy as the cameraman engages the other binome in combat.)

(Back in Kits, where our heroes watch as all the binomes in the system suddenly start fighting with each other.)

AndrAIa: Wow.  What's their problem?

Matrix: Oh, of course!  Dot's Diner was the only restaurant in Mainframe!

Enzo: What about Al's place?

Matrix: (looking at Enzo severely) The only restaurant in Mainframe!

Enzo: (mollified) Okay. . .

Matrix: She monopolized the industry and drove everyone else in Mainframe out of business.  And when she got lost in the Web, that meant there wasn't anywhere to get food in Mainframe!  Everyone's starving to death!

AndrAIa: Hey. . . where is Dot?  And Bob, for that matter?

Matrix: (suddenly noticing) Hey, yeah. . . I know they were at dress rehearsal. . .

(Cut quickly to the office, where Bob and Dot are standing by the door.)

Dot: (somewhat tense) What do you mean the door won't open?

Bob:  (also tense) I mean the door won't open!  It's stuck!  Am I speaking Dos here, or what?

Dot: Can't you just use your Guardian powers to open it?

Bob: (sarcastically tense) Oh yes.  Why don't I just wave my arms and say the magic words and the door will come unstuck.

Dot: Hey, you don't have to get mad at me just because --

Bob: Yeah, well I've got something to say about --

(Incoherent ranting, then jump cut back to Matrix, AndrAIa, Enzo, and Frisket.)

Matrix: Well, hey, why don't we run the restaurant?  It'll be like that one TV show.

Enzo: Highway to Heaven?

Matrix: Yeah, that's the one.

(The theme to Alice's Restaurant plays in the background as scenes flash past.)

(Matrix is standing at the grill.  He whimsically flips a patty of food into the air and watches as it doesn't come back down.  He shrugs amusingly.)

(AndrAIa is standing by a table, dutifully writing down a customer's order.  She turns to the camera and winks.)

(Enzo sticks an egg beater into a bowl and smiles stupidly as batter flings merrily around the room.)

(Frisket balances a stack of plates carefully on his nose.  He trips and they fall crashing to the ground.  He looks up at the camera dolefully.)

(A shot of the outside of Dot's Diner with the words "Matrix's Restaurant" superimposed on the screen.  And the whimsy comes to an end.)

(Dissolve to the dining room, which is full to the brim with customers, busily eating.  AndrAIa walks in and notices a binome standing by the door.)

AndrAIa: I'll be with you in a nano!

(She surveys the customers.  Note that there's a round table with five philosophers fighting over chopsticks.  Her eyes fall upon a fellow sitting at the bar, slowly sipping at a cup of Java.  She approaches him.)

AndrAIa: Excuse me, sir, but you've been here for five milliseconds.  Would you like to order something?

Extremely Rude Customer: No thanks.  I'd just like to sit here and enjoy my unlimited free refills of Java.

AndrAIa: It's just that, well, we're kind of busy, and we really need the seats for new customers.

Extremely Rude Customer: Well, I'd like to get up, but I have no furniture at home, so I have to spend my whole day here at the Diner.

AndrAIa:  Uh huh.  Hey, what's that on the wall over there?

Extremely Rude Customer: (looking) Where?

(AndrAIa stabs him with her nails and he slumps to the floor.)

AndrAIa: (calling to the new customer) I can seat you over here!

(The new binome approaches, looks at the stool's former occupant warily, then sits down.)

Binome: C. . . could I have the Energy Steak platter and a shake?

AndrAIa: (writing it down) All right, that'll be up in a nano.

(AndrAIa walks into the kitchen and adds the order to a rather large collection that are hanging over the grill.  Matrix looks up at the new addition with a scowl.)

Matrix: (growling) You have got to be kidding me. . . Don't these people have anything better to do?

AndrAIa: (working the energy shake machine, muttering) It has to be a shake, doesn't it?  Right in the middle of the lunch rush, they can't just have a nice glass of energon. . .

Matrix: Why don't these people just die. . . Enzo!  How's that cole slaw coming?

(No answer)

Matrix: (disgusted) All right. . .

(We're in the prep room in the back, where Enzo is cowering in the corner.  A large, ridiculous-looking machine riddled with various sharp appendages dominates the only table in the room.  There's cabbage and carrots and salad dressing nearby.  Matrix walks in.)

Matrix:  All right, what is it now?

Enzo: (whimpering) It scares me!

Matrix: What, the machine?

Enzo: Why couldn't you make AndrAIa do this?  She'd know how to use it.

Matrix: We need AndrAIa to be the waitress!

Enzo: I could be the waitress!

Matrix: We've been over this.  No me of mine is going to be seen running around in a skirt.  Now make that cole slaw!

(Matrix storms off.  Enzo looks at the machine apprehensively, then slowly, carefully approaches it.  He reaches hesitantly for the On switch. . .)

(Back to the grill, where the sounds of a machine running and Enzo screaming are in the background.)

Matrix: (hanging his head wearily) Oh, it's too early for this. . .

(Cut to the dining room, where the binome is sitting.  A plate with an energy steak sandwich, a pile of chips, and a short stack of pancakes is placed next to the energy shake in front of him.  He looks up, terrified, at Matrix, who had set the plate in front of him and who is now glaring at him challengingly.)

Binome: I. . . I thought the. . . the platter came with. . . cole slaw.

Matrix: (threateningly) It comes with pancakes.

Binome: (panicked) Yes, why so it does!  (He begins eating in a panic.)

Matrix: (narrowing his eyes, leaning just a little too close, growling) Is it good?

Binome: (panicked) Yes yes!  Why, yes it is!  Thank you very much!

Matrix: (just inches away from a complete loss of control)  Good.  Glad you like it.  (With that, he turns and stalks away.)

(The binome sighs in relief and turns back to his meal.  He hears a noise near the ground and turns to see Frisket, holding the edge of a bus tub in his teeth, piled with dirty dishes.  He wags his tail hopefully.)

Binome: No thanks, I'm still eating.

(Suddenly Frisket bears his teeth and growls furiously.  The binome quickly drops his dishes into it and, without a word, retreats for the door.)

(A quick shot of a live action boa constrictor in a clown costume curled up asleep as insane carnival music plays.)

(We're back at the diner, and it's morning.  Matrix, AndrAIa, Enzo, and Frisket are standing at the doors to the kitchen, watching the gathered masses in fear.)

Matrix: (incredulous) It's only 0500!  We don't even open until 0700!  How did they get in here, anyway?

AndrAIa: (shaking her head in disbelief) I don't know.  So help me, I have no idea.

Enzo: We've got to do something!  We can't keep going on like this!

Matrix: (grimly) I've got an idea.

(Cut to a shot of everyone in front of the diner, which is slowly being consumed by fire.)

AndrAIa: That's your answer to everything.

Matrix: Hey, you go with what works.

Enzo: Well, now what are we going to do?  I mean, didn't we start doing this in the first place so that there would be a place to eat in Mainframe?

Matrix:  I'll think of something.

(The exact same shot, only Enzo, Frisket, and AndrAIa seem to be rather tired of waiting for Matrix.)

AndrAIa: Why don't we just go over there?

Matrix: Where?

AndrAIa: That place across the street that they've been building for the past twenty seconds.

(The camera zips across the street to a building with a sign hanging over it: "Hacker X's Suspiciously Non-Evil Eatery")

Matrix: (confused) Hacker X?  (realization dawns) Oh, this is the episode where he gets ki--

AndrAIa: (cutting him off) Ahem.  That's a surprise, remember?

Matrix: Oooo, right, right. . .

Enzo: I haven't eaten anything for twenty seconds!  Can we just go?

Matrix: No.

(Cut to the inside of Hacker X's restaurant as our heroes enter.  There's a quick close-up of Hacker X himself, standing behind the cash register, wearing his mask, as usual, and a large chef's hat.)

Hacker X: (as our heroes approach, with that badly-dubbed voice of his)  Welcome to my completely innocent dining establishment, ha ha!  Perhaps you would like to order some beef to eat!  Hmmm. . .

AndrAIa: Beef?  What's that?

Hacker X: It is a new kind of food that I have invented myself, meaning the Creation.  Hmmm. . .

Matrix: All right.  We'll take four of those.

Hacker X: Ha ha!  I believe that you will!  Ha ha!  Please find a table to sit at.

AndrAIa: (as they sit around a table) I don't know if we can trust this guy.  I mean, they wrote "The Wormer" around him.

Matrix: Relax.  It said "non-evil" on the sign, right?

AndrAIa: Yeah, that's true.

Enzo: I'm going to go wander off.  (Does so)

Matrix: Okay, bye.

(Mike the TV comes up to them.)

Mike: Hey guys!  Is he dead yet?

(Matrix and AndrAIa shush him angrily.)

Mike: Oooo, right right, sorry. . . . . . . . (Hopefully) I didn't miss anything, did I?

Matrix: Nope.

Mike: Great!

(Cut to Enzo, skipping merrily down a hallway, humming the Smurfs theme to himself.  Suddenly, he passes by a door with a sign that reads "Plot Point: Do Not Enter".  He stops in his tracks.  Some sort of weird special effect encompasses his head for a nano.)

Enzo: My "little kid getting into trouble" sense is tingling!

(He looks back at the door with a smirk.)

Enzo: What sign?

(He reaches up and tries to pull the sign off the door.  He struggles uselessly for several nanoseconds.)

Enzo: Ah spam it all, I'm just going in.

(He steps through the door.  Cut to the other side of the door, where he carefully closes the door behind him and slowly turns to face the camera.  A look of utter horror crosses his face.  There are ominous mooing sounds.)

(Cut back to the table where Matrix, AndrAIa, and Mike are quietly eating their hamburgers.  They show no reaction as they hear Enzo screaming in the background.  This continues for several nanoseconds until, finally, Enzo runs up to the table.)

Enzo: Stop eating!  Stop eating it!

AndrAIa: Why?  What's the matter?

Enzo: Beef is made from cows!

(Everyone in the restaurant turns to look at him.)

Matrix: Oh, come on. . .

Enzo: No, really!  There's this room in the back, and there's all these cows, and they've got this big machine, and. . .

AndrAIa: Maybe we better check this out.

(Cut to a bathroom.  The truly observant will notice penguin feet from under one of the stalls, but it's pretty hard to hide a gag like this, what with how I have to describe it and all you have to do is read it.  The door opens, and a very shocked Enzo opens the door, with Matrix and AndrAIa behind him.)

Matrix: So. . . this is your cow slaughterhouse?

Enzo: (confused) I could have sworn. . . (looks down the hall) Oh wait, the door's over there.

(Cut to a room full of ninjas in training.  The door opens and the same people look in.)

Enzo: Well, we're getting closer.

(Cut to the door that Enzo went through before and everyone comes in yet again.)

Enzo: Okay, here we go.

Matrix: (shocked, repulsed, drowsy) What. . . in. . . the. . . Web?

(The camera pans slowly across the room, showing lots of cages full of cows and, ultimately, one of those big machines you see in cartoons like this where a conveyor belt is feeding cows in one end and giant piles of red meat are coughed out the other end.)

AndrAIa: (aghast) We've been eating. . . cows?

Matrix: What kind of a sick, evil, twisted. . . umm. . . bad. . . uh. . . guy. . . thing. . . is. . . doing. . . stuff?

Enzo: That was pretty weak.

Matrix: Well, gee, I'm sorry.  That was kinda supposed to be Bob's line, but I guess he just had better things to do today than show up for the show.

(Cut to the office.  Bob and Dot are sitting on opposite sides of the room, looking like they've been through a fight.  Every once in a while, one of them will shoot an angry glance at the other.)

(And back to the hall of death.)

Matrix: As I was saying, what kind of a sick, evil, twisted --

Hacker X: (off-camera) It is I!  Ha ha ha!  Hmmm. . .

(Everyone turns around to see Hacker X behind them, with the door closed and locked.)

AndrAIa: Well, yeah, I mean, we kinda figured.

Matrix: What I want to know is why you built the slaughterhouse right into the restaurant.

Hacker X: This way I don't have to pay shipping charges!  Hmmm. . .

Enzo: Why would you do something like this?

Hacker X: I am glad that you have asked!  Because of this, I can make many cows die, which is quite an evil thing to do!  Ha ha!  Also, when people eat beef, it makes their cholesterol go up, and they will have heart attacks and die, meaning the Creation.  Hmmm. . .  But now there is not a thing for you to do to stop me!  Ha ha!

Matrix: (to the others) Anyone mind if I kill him?

AndrAIa: Be my guest.

(Matrix draws Gun and holds it up to Hacker X point-blank.)

Hacker X:  Hmm. . . perhaps there is something you can do to stop me.  Ha ha!  But wait. . . you must know my secret. . .

(Hacker X reaches for his mask.  Everyone gasps in amazement as he pulls it off to reveal. . .)

All: Mr. Christopher?

Mr. Christopher: (embarassed) Yes. . . it was me all the time. . .

Enzo: But. . . but why did you make yourself into Hacker X?

Mr. Christopher: (still embarassed) Well. . . it's just that the author of this series seems to have forgotten all about the pirates like we never existed.  I just wanted to be on the payroll again.

Matrix: Awww. . . you cute little scamp.  Why don't you just run along now?

Mr. Christopher: (walking off) Sorry. . .

Matrix: That's okay.

AndrAIa: Huh.  Kinda weird how we never noticed that he was the size of a binome, huh?

Matrix: I'll say.

(Matrix draws Gun and holds it up to Hacker X point-blank.)

Hacker X:  Hmm. . . perhaps there is something you can do to stop me.  Ha ha!  But wait. . . you must know my secret. . .

(Hacker X reaches for his mask.  Everyone gasps in amazement as he pulls it off to reveal. . .)

All: Old Man Pearson?

Pearson: Aye!  And I woulda gotten away with it too, if it weren't for ye pesky kids!

(Police come from nowhere and drag him away.)

Matrix:  Well, that about wraps up that case.

AndrAIa: Huh.  Kinda weird how we never noticed that he was the size of a binome, huh?

Matrix: I'll say.

(Matrix draws Gun and holds it up to Hacker X point-blank.)

Hacker X:  Hmm. . . perhaps there is something you can do to stop me.  Ha ha!  But wait. . . you must know my secret. . .

(Hacker X reaches for his mask.  Everyone gasps in amazement as he pulls it off to reveal. . .)

All: Bob?

(Indeed, it is Season 1 Bob in all his silver-haired glory.)

Bob: Yes, it is I, Bob!  Ha ha!  When the system restarted, I was restored, much like small Enzo has been.  Hmmm. . . . Bob's icon changed when he was in the Web and the system did not recognize it.  Ha ha!

Matrix: But. . . you're evil now?

Bob: Yes, I have been very evil, but now I have changed my ways!  I see that it is wrong to hurt cows and people, meaning the Creation.  Now I shall be good and not evil!  Ha ha!

Matrix: Well, okay.  Umm, I guess we'll just leave you to dismantle all the cow-killing stuff here.

(Our heroes leave.  Cut to a shot of them gathered outside the door.)

AndrAIa: You know. . . it suddenly occurs to me that Bob's twin brother would look like Bob.

(The Enzoes look at her, not comprehending.)

AndrAIa: And that guy might not actually be Bob?  And that he really is an evil hacker?

(Realization dawns.  They turn to open the door again, but it's locked.)

Matrix: Well, we can't open the door.  I guess he's beaten us.

AndrAIa: Yep.

(They turn and walk away.)

(Back to the killing floor.  Hacker X has remasked himself.)

Hacker X: Ha ha!  I should have locked that door long ago!  Hmm. . . Now to continue turning cows into poisonous meat!  Ha ha!

(He turns to find that several of the cows have escaped from their cages and are approaching him.)

Jerry: Hi!  I've got a cameo here!

Cow: Hi.  Hacker X, right?

Hacker X: Yes, you are correct, ha ha!

Cow: Yeah, me and some of the guys are kinda cheesed off about this whole "grinding us into meat" thing you've got going on, and we were thinking of trampling you to death.

Hacker X: I'm afraid you are mistaken!  Ha ha!  I do not wish to kill you, and in fact, I will give you peanut butter cups!

Cow: Oh, okay.  Well, back in line fellas.

(The cows wander off, leaving Hacker X alone.)

Hacker X: Hmm. . . I know that this is the episode where the fans have voted if I should live or die, so I have been very careful to not get killed.  It would seem that I will not die in this episode.  Ha ha!  Well, I suppose I will go downstairs now.  Hmmm. . .

(Hacker X approaches the stairs.  As he starts to descend, a sudden close-up of a rollerskate as he steps on it.  He slips, and there are screaming and crashing sounds.)

(The dancing boa constrictor again.  Someone is nudging it with a stick to try to get it to move.  This continues far longer than it should.  Suddenly, Mike the TV walks up.)

Mike: And now for something completely different.

(Megabyte is laying in a dark place on what just might be a cobblestone road.  He slowly wakes up and looks up, dazed.)

Voice: Well, well, well. . . if it isn't the Webmaster.  I've been looking forward to the second that I would have you in my clutches.

Megabyte: (looking up, shocked) But. . . but you're. . .

(Pan up to a figure in goblin clothing, playing with a small collection of crystal spheres in one hand.)

Megabyte: David Bowie?  You created Yahoo Geocities?

David: We all need a hobby.

Megabyte: (looking around, slowly coming to his senses) What have you done with Timmy?

David: I have taken your pet to Area51, in the heart of Geocities.  If you ever want to see him again, you must face the perils of my Webrynth.  You will have exactly four episodes before he is completely assimilated into my collective.  If you can find him in time, I'll set you both free.  If not, I suppose I'll kill you or something like that.

Megabyte: Wait, wait. . . is that four episodes including this one, or does that start with the next one?

David: That doesn't include -- wait, no, I think it does. . .

Megabyte: Will he be assimilated during the fourth episode, or in the episode after the fourth episode?

David: . . . Look, just get moving, will you?  This episode's long enough as it is.

Megabyte: Fine, fine. . .

(David Bowie turns into an owl and flies off.  Megabyte turns to watch and discovers a doorway.)

Megabyte: (chuckling) He calls himself a villain. . . Explaining the entire plot, then giving me a chance to escape. . . This'll be --

(He walks through the doorway, only to find a giant, sprawling world made out of twisting maze passages stretching out past infinity.)

Megabyte: Well, I suppose I should have seen that coming.  Well, off we go then.

(Megabyte starts skipping merrily through the maze before him.)

(Cut suddenly to Mike the TV, on the set of Biography.)

Mike: And so, Megabyte skipped along through David Bowie's Webrynth.  He skipped and skipped and skipped.  (voice suddenly becomes peculiar) Ol' Skippin' Megabyte!  Dat's what dey called him!  Hee hee!  Ol' Skippin' Megabyte!  (normal) Until, at last, he discovered a plot point.

(Cut to Megabyte, who has found his way into a sort of cave-ish kind of place.  You know.  Like a cave.)

Megabyte: Well now. . . I wonder what this might be. . .

(He passes by a large animated GIF that has the words "Krystyle Chylde's Cybyr Adyptyns" printed on it, adorned with sparkling gemstones.  As he walks down the corridor, there are iron bars to either side of him.  As he passes, all manner of creatures look up at him dolefully from behind the bars.  Gryphons, unicorns, dragons, fairies (or faeraes, or however they're supposed to be spelled), the dancing boa constrictor, puppies, kitties, Feathers, bunnies, and so on.  Anything cute and/or mythical, they've got it here.  He pauses in front of a dragon's cage; the dragon inside is angrily and futilely trying to leap out at him through the bars.)

Megabyte: (muttering to himself) Pitiful.  Look at that stupid thing. . . Such incredible powers and no intelligent thought processes. . . Just asking for itself to appear in a syndicated children's action show. . . Look, idiot, I'm on this side of the bars and you're on that side.  You're never going to reach me, understand?

(Cut to the inside of the dragon's cage, which Megabyte has somehow reached, and where the dragon is dousing him with ketchup.)

Megabyte: Now, see, by "idiot", I meant the classical Greek definition, which not many people are --

(The dragon chomps him and chews on him lazily for a bit.  Before much else can happen, another dragon approaches him angrily and makes him spit Megabyte out.  The second dragon carefully picks him up and deposits him in a nest full of squeaking dragon hatchlings.  The first grunts in protest, but the second quiets him with a warning growl.)

Megabyte: Oh no. . . they're feeding me to their children!

(The baby dragons proceed to stumble about blindly and trip over each other like a bunch of newborn kittens.)

Megabyte: I've got to get out of here!

(He tries to climb out of the nest, but the second dragon nudges him back in insistently.  Then it steps into the nest and lays on all of them.  As Megabyte squirms away, the dragon picks him up and places him next to the hatchlings, encouraging him to lay down and sleep like they do.)

Megabyte: Now it's forcing me to take a nap when I'm not tired!  I -- hang on. . .

(He looks over at one of the baby dragons, which is curiously, clumsily crawling toward him.  The similarity in their features -- the green eyes, the metallic blue skin, the red crest. . .)

Megabyte: (burying his eyes in a hand) Oh, kill me now.

(The baby dragon starts licking the ketchup off his face in the most adorably endearing way.)

Megabyte: Oh, stop.

(It's another one of those fun musical clip montage things set to "The Mother and Child Reunion" or whatever that song's called: Megabyte being held down and enduring a tongue bath from the mother dragon; the baby dragons playing a rough game which seems to focus on pouncing on Megabyte; Megabyte being reluctantly nudged toward a fresh kill, which the baby dragons are heartily enjoying; the baby dragons, one by one, leap off the edge of the nest and use their wings to glide to a graceful landing, followed moments later by Megabyte, who doesn't fare as well; Megabyte rejects the affection of a "sibling"; and, finally, the mother curled up asleep around all her little sleeping children, and Megabyte, who's awake and unhappy.)

Megabyte: There has got to be a way to get out of here.

(Cut to a shot of Megabyte, locking the door to the dragon's cage and strolling off happily, twirling the key around his finger.)

Megabyte: And that's the end of that chapter.

(Suddenly, he hears a sound behind him.  The baby dragon that licked the ketchup off his face is watching him leave, his eyes all big and sad and cute.)

Megabyte: Oh, I suppose you'll be trapped on the web page for your entire lifetime.  Sorry!

(Suddenly, the frame freezes.)

Megabyte: (voiced-over by Mike) But I love you and you're my new best friend!

(Suddenly, a cheaply-drawn crayon scribble cartoon with a really low framerate begins, where an unusually happy-faced Megabyte walks one-dimensionally over to the door and lets the dragon out.  They jump up and down and little hearts dance above their heads.)

(Cut to the screening room, where CPFace and Mike the TV are watching it.)

CPFace: What the heck was that?  Who changed the ending?  He was supposed to abandon the dragon!  It was a joke!

Mike: Well, the guys down in marketting thought we should keep the dragon in the series.  Cute monsters are what's in with the kids these days.  Just look at Pokemon.  I mean, we're looking at action figures, plush toys, you name it.

CPFace: But the dragon's not in any of the next few episodes.

Mike: Don't worry.  We've got the guys downstairs working on that.

CPFace: What are you talking about?  We don't have any guys downstairs or marketting or any of that!  You're not even real!  I'm just making this up as I go along!

Mike: (strolling off) Just keep telling yourself that.

CPFace: Why do I get the feeling this is getting out of control. . .

All characters in this story are the property of Mainframe Inc., and are used without permission. I didn't receive any money for creating this story, and I am not affiliated with Mainframe Inc.

Hacker X would like to thank the 1 person who voted that he should live.  As for the other 7, well, what goes around comes around, that's what they say.

This story is Copyright © 2000 CPFace. Having said that, you're free to reproduce it by any means you see fit, but you're not allowed to make money off of it. As if you could.

(Fade in to some vague location.  After a moment, Hacker X strolls in.)

Hacker X: Ha ha!  I do not care how you have voted, for I have survived falling down the stairs!  Hmmm. . . Now, from my lair, I shall plan my revenge against Mainframe!  And all the readers!  And the author, meaning the Creation.  Ha ha!

(Suddenly, he's attacked by the dancing boa constrictor as insane carnival music plays.  Fade out.)