The Final Chapter! This is where everything ends – the multi-universal fight of all fights! Will the team survive? Find out in the shocking conclusion –

The End of Things

Marlene and Skipper walked through the Central Park, holding hands. Kowalski was back at base, busy fixing his transporter. Private stood on top of the ice floe, a determined look on his face. He was waiting for anything, ready for anything.

Kowalski made a shocking analysis. He gasped, and then redid the calculations. It came out the same.

"Oh, dear Mama." He whispered, pressing the red button. In minutes, the entire team was back in the HQ, and for now, Marlene was a part of the team.

"What's going on, Kowalski?" Marlene asked.

"According to this, our fiasco in the alternate universe has caused a sidestep in the timeline! The universes are slowly seeping together like a large melding pot."
"Does that mean…"

"Indeed it does, Private. Life as we know it will cease to exist. Forever." Gasps rung through out the room. "And on top of that, Mort and Blowhole have appeared on my scanner."

"They're com-ing" Private said in a quiet voice. So quiet, they could barely hear him. It sent chills up their spine. One of the worst villains of all time – perhaps surpassing even more infamous characters like Hannibal Lecter, The Crimson King and Ben Linus- was coming to destroy their hopes. None knew what his true intentions were. They could only guess. None of their guesses would ever come close, though.

"How long do we have?" Skipper asked.

"Approximately 72 hours, Skipper. It may be a bit before that by the time Mort and Blowhole get here."

"Can we fix this? Think, Kowalski!" Kowalski looked over his notes and made some deductions. "There's only one way – to send you back to before this all happened, and have you change it so none of this ever happened."

"Wouldn't that cause a larger hole in the space-time continuum?" Marlene asked. Kowalski was still shocked at her intuitiveness. "Well, no, because the holes would never have opened in the first place."

"But then this wouldn't be happening, and yet it is… oh, my head hurts" Private said.

"Make it happen, Kowalski. We're wasting precious time here." The room shook with a loud explosion. The team put their heads up out of the fishbowl.

"Holy Heavens!" Skipper exclaimed. There was nothing there. All of New York was a desolate wasteland. The building still stood erect, but there were no cars. No people- no, they were all dead. A plaque overtook them. The animals could not get the disease because their physiological make-up was different. But what the plaque didn't kill the madness would. There were tall ferns already growing. Over head, a beast swooped on a bird, terrorizing the skies.

"Amazing…" Kowalski said, both in awe and fear. "A real pterodactyl! Skipper, the hole is larger than I thought!"A group of Indians walked through the zoo, clad only in home-spun clothes. They muttered something about salt.

"Kowalski, get to work!" Skipper ordered. They returned back to their HQ, and, just to be safe, Private locked all the locks to the HQ.

It would take Kowalski a day and a half to finish it, working nonstop. He was exhausted beyond reason, but it would not matter. Hunger pangs filled his stomach. When was the last time he had eaten? The day before – for breakfast. A quick fish while he waited for the software to upload.

He realized he couldn't help anyone if he couldn't think straight. He went over to the fridge and pulled out their cake. They were saving it for a special moment – well, this is the most special moment any organism would have to face. He set it on the table, and called the whole team over. They all stood around the table.

"I realize that since this is the last few hours of our existence, I want to commemorate this hour with something special. We'll miss everyone, down in the deep pit of our existence, even if we don't know if they exist. Cake is a good commemoration to all things both good and bad. Skipper?"

Skipper pulled a knife out of the drawer and cut the knife in fourths. He gave the first piece to Marlene, Private, then Kowalski and himself.

They ate their cake in utter silence. The tension was so thick, you could cut through it. Skipper, always the entertainer in his own little way, broke the silence.

"I love you guys. You are my family. Marlene, if it wasn't for my bad actions, we could have had a different future together. The worst part is that I saw it all, and I want it. I want it sooo badly. But such is not the way of things, is it?" Skipper sighed.

"So, I propose a toast. To today, yesterday, and the hopes that tomorrow will be a better day for our universes."

"Hear, Hear" Private echoed. They raised their punch cups, and drank. They followed Kowalski to the machine. Kowalski fired it up, and set the coordinates.

"Is-is it ready?" Skipper was near tears now. None of the team had seen him so emotional before. Marlene was bawling. Skipper hugged her, pulling her into the embrace.

"I love you, Marlene. I always will." He whispered in her ear.

Did it have to end like this? Marlene thought. She didn't want it to. But she couldn't stop his flippers from gently moving to her arms- to her hands. He stood on the pad, holding her in his eyes.

Suddenly, light filled the room with a loud banging. The cement ceiling was ripped apart. Two large humans, both resembling a Rhino in their own ways, were destroying their habitat.

"The Master wants you…" The large gray rhinoceros/man said. The brownish-yellow one grabbed Private and squeezed him. His eyes literally burst from their sockets, blood and intestine's everywhere. The remaining members of the team huddled in fear as skipper completely disappeared.

And everything went black.

Skipper woke up. "Marlene! Kowalski! Where- what happened? " he asked. He looked around. His familiar ice sheet, his friends and family out in the ocean. His best friend, Blowhole, looked at him strangely.

"You slipped on the ice and fell back down the mountain. Are you alright?" Blowhole asked

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Who's Marlene and Kowalski?" he asked.

"They're – You know, I don't know. Maybe I hit my head a little too hard." Skipper stood up with the help of Blowhole.

"Probably. You should go see medical."

"Alright." Skipper replied, and they walked off together.

And everything was good in the universe, because everything was over.

THE END

Somewhere, in the deep holds of the Penguin Navy….

A dark room. An ice desk held a resume on its top. A penguin with a Mohawk stood in front of the desk, and a taller penguin looked him over, glaring his eyes.

"So, you want to enter the Navy?" The taller penguin asked. "And what's your motive?"

"I wanted to see the world, and protect what little family I had left." Which was none, the smaller penguin replied.

"What is your name, Soldier?"

"Rico."

OR IS IT?

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