Meanwhile at a nearby greasy spoon, The Great Cthulhu looks up from pushing his eggs around on a cracked and well used plate and glances out the window. Something was wrong here, this Earths puny single moon was in it's "new" lunar phase but the night sky was ablaze. This could only mean one thing!

Struggling to his feets The Great Cthulhu leaps from the booth and sluggles his way through the door. There it was! The Squid Signal in the sky!

So the ancient evil is once more unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. Bastards. That's MY gig!

Shaking his great flabby claw angrily at no one in particular, The Great Cthulhu shambles his way back inside and throws a sawbuck on the table.

Gott damn bueno migas, Molly. Keep the change. Half-assed evil is afoot and it's time for the professionals to show them how it's done.

With a quick turn of the key o' doom the Squidmobile roars to life and careens down the street, long jets of black smoke billowing from it's eight tires.

RAWR

Pie and Tuck...er...uhm...Tie and Puck! So Pink was back. Another can of worms opened that never should have been opened in the first place unless of course you were going fishing. Time to warn the public for it's own safety. With the gruesome twosome on the prowl public displays of aerosol abuse and school bus stop onanism were sure to skyrocket.