Mike: Wooah! It looks like we’ve gone completely to another dimension!

Crow: At least that killer missile isn’t following us anymore

Tom: Wonder if those crazy mad scientists are still around!

Mike: The question is...where are we?

Gypsy: Rocket #9, get us some readings on the Earth below, pronto!

[Rocket #9 obliges. Everyone on the Satellite will be able to see images of earth...except things look very, very wrong. Most of the human skyscrapers and cities have been abandoned, and in their place are a bunch of more primitive-looking homes with very large doors. All of the humans are either roaming about in the fields, or holed up in cages. And walking around the homes and businesses are instead...dinosaurs! Or at least they look close to them. Mostly, they look like dinosaur-people.]

Mike: Holy smokes! This looks like Earth...except thousands of years in a dark and terrible future!

Crow: Or else a dark and terrible past!

Tom: Or maybe a dark and terrible alternate present!

[All of a sudden, the Hexfield screen fitzes, and something comes onscreen...it looks like a Utahraptor, wearing a pilot’s jacket and some shades.]

Captain Salt Lake: This is Captain Salt Lake of the Forrester Air Force Enforcer Corps! Just what are all you man-beasts doing up on that ship in space?!

[Want to find out about this rather dreary-looking future? Maybe you can get some answers by asking this strange guy...]

[Mike and the Bots are on the bridge again, and they’re busy panicking. Tom and Crow especially are freaking out, flinging their little robot arms everywhere.]

Crow: Aaaaahhhhuhhuhuhh we’re gonna diiieeee!

Tom: We’regonnadiewe’regonnadiewe’regonnadie!

Crow: I never got to go snowboarding!

Tom: And I never got to open my chain of kissing booths!

Mike: Hey guys, everyone, just calm down! We’re not gonna die!

Tom: W-we’re not?

Crow: Then what’re we gonna do, Mike?

[Mike is sweating, and looks around desperately.]

Mike: We’re going to, um....uh... [And then he cracks.] PANIIIIC!

All three: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[Luckily, Gypsy shows up just in time!]

Gypsy: We’re not gonna die! I don’t think, anyway. I just checked the cockpit again for some routine maintenance, and it turns out, someone’s installed an interdimensional warp engine recently.

Mike: S-so we can use the engine thingie to escape? Or put up shields or something?

Gypsy: I dunno. But we can try it! Cambot, turn up the shields, and I’ll turn on the interdimensional warp engine!

[Cambot goes and does so. Gypsy also runs (or slides?) out of sight of the camera, towards the cockpit. She flips a couple of switches, and there’s the sound of something loud and important-sounding heating up.]

All: Wwwwwooooooooooooaaaaaaa!!

[And then, all of a sudden, the entire Satellite bursts into interdimensional travel mode. For a moment, everything seems to move in trippy slow-motion, and sounds become warped. The Satellite bursts forward, and through a sudden wormhole! Time and space get rearranged, and the Satellite exits into an entirely different dimension!]

[Where -or when- is the Satellite now? You’ll find out soon!]

[Mike and the Bots are all gathered up on the top deck, all dressed up in their pirate gear. But it looks like there's some big to-do going on...something is coming in on the Hexfield viewscreen! What's more, it doesn't look like the usual strange visitors. The screen first shows an odd, somewhat rickety spaceship, shaped a little bit like a large bolt.]

Mike: Well hey, it looks like someone is trying to hail us! But the transmission's coming in a bit fuzzy. Cambot, put it up on the viewscreen!

[Cambot does so. There's a lot of static, but behind it is none other than Joel Robinson!]

Joel: Hey everyone! It's Joel again. Looks like I finally raised enough funds to get myself a ship up here.

Crow: Woooooow COOOL, it's Joel!

Tom: Joel Joel Joel! He's coming back here again!

Mike: Oh wow, it does look like it!

Joel: Yeah, um, I’ll do my best, but mostly I’m just gonna try and get up there to fix the Twin-Screw Universal Controller. So just hang tight, okay everyone?

[The Bots begin to dance around, singing and making a whole lot of noise. Even Cambot seems to be bopping along.]

Mike: Uhh, yeah, I guess we will!

Joel: Yeah, so-- [The static takes over, and the feed from Joel cuts out. Mike looks pretty pleased.]

[Joel’s small little spaceship is steadily approaching the SOL. The question is...will it get here okay?]

[Mike shows up on Cambot, now dressed in a long instructor wizard's robe. It looks a little big on him, and he looks a bit confused about it all. He waves.]

Um, hey everyone! Is it just me, or has it gotten a lot colder around here?

[And then he discovers a scroll in one of his robe pockets.] ...And according to this scroll, I am now qualified to teach. Huuuuh.

[There's a long pause.]

So. What do you guys what me to teach? 'Cause I mean, the only thing I remember how to do from high school or college was how to make those baking soda bombs.

[Mike's also got some camp counselor gear on. However, he doesn't seem all that concerned about it right now. Mostly, he just looks a bit confused.]

Hey, has anyone seen my class ring around? Or maybe that 'Snow Days King' pin I had? Can't seem to find these things anywhere lately...

[Mike appears onscreen, and waves nervously at the Cambot. He looks like a kid who just got scolded for tracking mud in the house.]

Uhh...hey, everyone. Mike here. Been kind of a weird week, right? What with the aliens and the trees and the ghosts and all of that.

Well, that may’ve been because I was sorta-kinda trying to help clean the pool at the start of the week, but I don’t think it was actually the pool water, but the drinking water... [He coughs.] And I think maybe I accidentally -accidentally mind you- mixed up the chlorine with the chloral hydrate and that kinda got into the water...so...

Yeah. Um. Sorry?

[Hmmm, we haven't seen Mike's spectre yet...but unfortunately, it's decided to show up now.]

[Mike stumbles into the view of Cambot, flailing about wildly. His spectre has now latched onto him as if it were riding piggyback, screeching right into his ear. Mike seems to be covered in splotches of green goo. All of Mike's attempts to shake it off are failing, and he looks at the Cambot with desperation.]

Uhhh...anyone...a little heeeelp!

Heeeey, big congrats to those feisty Red Jaguars for winning the Legends game! That was a pretty epic finish there. Everyone here played much nicer than these bots usually do! Well...almost everyone, anyway!

Also, it looks like Halloween is coming up here soon! Since we've got a whole lot more people here than normal, perhaps we can organize a bit of trick-or-treating. What do you say?

[Mike waves and smiles nervously at Cambot.]

Uh...hi, everyone! Just wanna say that I’m sorry you guys got stuck up here, too! Wish I knew how to get you off the ship again, but there’s a whole lot I still don’t know about this place. But uh, if you want, I can show ya around. Or you can ask Gypsy, she knows a lot about the ship. There’s places to sleep, a whole cafeteria, actually a whole buncha stuff you can do or make around here, too.

Also, just a little secret for ya...apparently the Mads really don’t like it when we’re happy, because their whole...deal is to make us miserable! So my advice is to keep up the morale best you can...you know, jokes, art, songs, anything like that! And making fun of the experiments, of course. I bet if we’re all ridiculously happy enough, those Mads will give up and let us all go free! It’s definitely driven them nuts before!

Again, sorry about all this!