From the Not Too Distant Future

Rule Number 24 in the Q Dimension: The best form of offence is actually offence.

Suddenly and without warning, like the Spanish Inquisition, there was a flash, like a bulb, followed by a small explosion, like a rugby ball in a microwave, and something resembling a fluro-green trashcan appeared out of nowhere, like something resembling a fluro-green trashcan appearing out of nowhere.

Everyone looked confused, but Steinhoffenburger seemed the most so. Shaking his 'experimental proton shrinker thingy' and looking at it suspiciously, he realised he had forgot to put any batteries in and concluded that the fluro-green trashcan-like object was nothing to do with him.

There was a stereotypical sci-fi hissing sound and the 'trashcan lid' slowly lifted off the 'trashcan' revealing a figure that looked suspiciously like...

“Harold?” gasped Ernie.

Harold, still holding Cat/Roger/ROGER/Percy/Larry/Knarl and trying to keep it/them away from his enraged boss still felt the need to point out, “No, I'm here.”

“Aaah,” said the new figure, “But you WILL BE here!”

It was then apparent to everyone (well, Steinhoffenburger and maybe Ernie anyway) that this new figure was HAROLD FROM THE FUTURE!!! (Oh, and Harold from the Future had already known this, so I suppose it was apparent to him as well).

“I,”said Harold from the Future, “am Harold from the Future!”

And then everyone else knew that Harold from the Future was Harold from the Future as well.

For the next few moments, Roger, ROGER, Percy, Larry, Knarl, Cat, Ernie, Harold, Martin, Martin, Martin, and Dark and Mysterious Driver all pondered the implications of this new information.

Then they asked the most important questions anyone could ask about the future...

“Will the movie Battleship be any good?”
“What are this weekend's lotto numbers?”
“Does Disco ever come back?”
“Will there ever be an eighth blognovel?”

But Harold ignored them, far more focussed on the reason for his return.

“Sorry, Ernie, but we can't have you destroying him. He is just too important...” and saying this slightly cryptic statement, future Harold pulled a futuristic laser-ray thingy from the trashcan and fired it at Ernie.

There was a series of popping noises (each episode of the series being slightly less well received by critics than the previous one, eventually leading to the show being cancelled with five popping noises left unaired) and Ernie split into a number of smaller Ernies, each unable to hold the cleaver in their tiny little hands!!

Crisis averted.

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