Ancoysnd sighed in relief as the BeBop Cola machine was cut in half by Donald, a reaction quite the opposite of that from the two running gag police's.
"Uh.." said the first one, staring at the charred remains, as it had spontaneously exploded soon after being chopped.
"..oh." said the second, staring at where until a second or so ago Ancoysnd had been tied up with gum. Now that the cola machine was destroyed, he had easily broken his bonds and fled for Happy Puppy Pickle Inc. so as not to be late for his job interview.
"So.. now what do we do?" asked the first one. "The boss won't be happy to hear we lost both the prisoner and a BeBop Cola machine.."
"No.. so let's give chase!" cried the second, and they sprinted after Ancoysnd, until a plothole opened up, swallowed them, and spit them out in Mario land.

"Mr. ANTE-TUBBES sir, he who without we would do nothing!" cried Biff, running into the audience chamber of the aforementioned ANTE-TUBBES, head of Happy Puppy Pickle Inc. among other things.
"Yes?" answered the reciever of the praise.
"It's Ancoysnd. He's late because he got captured by Running Gag Police, who are taking him away to get a new job so he can't work here anymore! And he was about to get a promotion interview, too!"
"This is not acceptable." said ANTE-TUBBES, darkly. "Running gag police or no running gag police, Ancoysnd is MY employee and he signed a life contract with his blood. Biff, go get together a cohort of machine gun equipped stealth tanks. We're going after a captured excellent employee!"
Biff huridly saluted, then ran off in the direction of the captain of the machine gun equipped stealth tank guard, to relay the instructions.

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ sat serenely behind the desk, waiting for anyone to arrive late or change their minds, either way resulting in another signup. The amount of particiapants had been quite large, with even Tyf putting aside her wishes to avoid an adventure so as to get a super weapon and use it on lots of people. Apparently none of them had seen the fine print mentioning the signup cost, to be paid later, but that was their hard luck.
Languidly, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ sent Robo-17.3 to get him another beer. What with there being no bartender, he could get away with it, and even if someone noticed the money from the signups would cover it.
Then, the door suddenly unexploded back up onto its hinges, instead of laying on the ground where it had been before, so that a new arrival could open it.
"Tubbs?" asked BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, squinting through the smoke of the unexploded door. "Is that you?"
"HIYA!" shouted Tubbs, rushing in and shaking hands with people madly. "I'M BACK NOW!"
"Glad to see you." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, smoothly. "Would you care to sign up for this tournament? You have to get a super weapon within 31 days, then return with it to fight everyone else and their super weapons and prove that you're the best."
"SURE THING!" screamed Tubbs, energetically grabbing the pen and signing his name in a scrawl. Then he bounded out the door, eager to get a super weapon and see if it could make cool explosions, before BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ could read him the two hour list of super weapons that weren't allowed.

BBoy groggily got out from the convinient ditch he had fallen in, still invisible. Maybe he should start wearing something, as the clothing wouldn't be invisible, probably, and he could thus avoid collisions. But there wasn't any clothing around..
Aha! He picked up a large but comfy boulder and placed it on his head. Now people would know he was there because of the large boulder seemingly floating in the sky, though really it marked his location accurately.
While thinking these thoughts, however, he neglected to consider that boulders were not like hats that would fit snugly on his head, but instead were big heavy things that fell. He realised this after it rolled off of his head onto his foot.
"YOWCH!" cried BBoy, and proceeded to hop around, before smashing into Tubbs exiting the 'Tavern. Tubbs was startled, though it didn't stop him from rushing along, but BBoy fell into the ditch again.

ANTE-TUBBES, head sticking out of the leading machine gun equipped stealth tank, suddenly stiffened as a scream of pain split the relative silence in two and whacked it with a hammer.
"That sounded nearby!" cried Biff, from inside the tank, unnecessarily.
"Tanks, follow that cry." said ANTE-TUBBES, briskly, grabbing his pistol in case the running gag police were torturing Ancoysnd. The tank driver needed no further urging, and it turned to the right, quickly followed by the other five heavily armed machine gun equipped stealth tanks.
"I know this area.." mused ANTE-TUBBES to himself, looking around. "Like I've been here in some former life.." then he saw something that stopped his musings entirely, and opened pent up anger and hate that hadn't surfaced in months.
"Tubbs!" cried ANTE-TUBBES, disbelieving, pointing at Tubbs, who was indeed standing there, pointing back.
"ANTI-TUBBS!" cried Tubbs, unaware of the name change to make him not sound evil. "I thought you were dead."
The tank had conviniently stopped moving, so ANTE-TUBBES, or ANTI-TUBBS, whichever, had time to puzzle the situation out. Should he stick to his new life, and rescue Ancoysnd? Or should he revert to the task that had plauged him since coming into existance, and eliminate Tubbs once and for all?
Then, as if to remove indecision, he got a call over his portable videophone. Charlie appeared on the screen, with another figure visible behind him.
"Chief! Ancoysnd apparently got free from the running gag police, and he just got back here, and is ready for the promotion interview."
But ANTI-TUBBS didn't hear the last part, as there was no longer anything in the way of removing Tubbs from the face of this planet, and any other one as well. And he had six machine gun equipped stealth tanks, as well as inhabitants, to do it with too.

Meanwhile, Batty Buddy was entering Candyland, in search of a super weapon in this, a most unlikely spot.