Now that their battle rehearsal is over, Mary Lou invites them into the house to have a nice, hearty breakfast. They discuss what they are going to do for the rest of the day.

Time passes as time does, and almost an hour later, breakfast is being eaten.

”Hey, Walt,” says Keith. “Do me a favor and pass me the bagel. I’m starving.”

“You always get hungry,” comments Dan. “And Wally, forget the food and bring us the Marvel Game.”

“Well, guys, what’s it going to be, the game or the food.” A constant booing after Keith mentions food reassures Walt to get the other choice.

Walt takes the cardboard box with the Marvel Game in it from the shelf and places it on the kitchen table. But before he can open it, he receives a monstrous psychic onslaught.

As Walt clutches his head, his team-mates all stare and try to comprehend what words he wants to say. “Gggkkk—n-no… Tol’ ya already… get outta m’head… find a release… nggkk!”

Like a thing dead, Walter Colan slumps to the floor below, as a huge sphere, crackling with unknown energies, appears above him. As quickly as it appears, the sphere disappears, leaving only a tall muscular man standing in its place. It is Jason Voorhees from the “Friday the Thirteenth” movies. He straightens his hockey mask and his chain-saw starts to whirr, getting louder and louder by the second.

He lets out an inhuman laugh, walking closer and closer to the terrified paranormals. Then, a husky hand grabs Jason’s throat.

“’Ey, dat ain’t no knife,” says the Australian rough-neck as he unsheathes his blade. “Nawhl, dat’s a knife!”

Turning around, Jason swings a blow using his chain-saw as a weapon but Crocodile Dundee, grabbing both ends of his blade at once, blocks it. Then, Crocodile Dundee uses his knife to slice the saw in half, leaving only the motor.

Jason, totally infuriated—knowing that his foe is one of the strongest he has ever fought, tosses the remaining motor from his hands, having it bombard against the Australian’s chest. Crocodile Dundee is hurled backwards, crashing into a wall and making a dent in it where his shoulders are.

As Jason grabs a pink, probably priceless, vase, Mary Lou screams for dear life. “No! Oh my lord! Don’t do that, you creep. That’s an antique!”

Ignoring the young woman’s plea, Jason smashes the vase over Crocodile Dundee’s head and is surprised when his opponent from Down Under is not injured in the least. Instead he is more angered than before.

The man from the Outback points his knife at the horror flick star’s heart.

At the meal table, Keith breaks away from the circle around the fallen Walter to see about Mary Lou. He puts his hand on her shoulder, watching tears wipe down her face, as she mumbles something about vases, money, and K-mart.

“Mary, get a grip on yourself. It was a stupid vase, anyway.” He tries to get through to her and succeeds. “I think that it’s high time that we find out what the gosh-willikers is going on and I strongly believe that Jason and ol’ Croc there are the keys to this l’il mystery.”

Crocodile Dundee pokes his knife at Jason’s upper chest, when a second later Keith stays his hand, as he pushes him aside.

“So, Dundee, what do you think you are doing?”

“Why, Ah’m just savin’ yah life from this guy.”

“Yeah, I know that. But what I want to know is how you and this Jason dude got here in no-man’s land in western Wisconsin.”

“To tell yah th’ truth, Ah have no freakin’ idea. Ah mean Ah saw th’ guy an’ we were jest heah.”

“Hmmm. That gives me an idea.”

Seconds afterwards, the circle around the meal table separates into individual parts and Keith bends down to Walter’s side. He lifts the almost limp body and gives a hard slap to his friend’s cheek.

Walter’s heavy eyes slowly start to open and his first words are those of his new found pain. “Unnn… What th’--!?!”

“Walter, we need your help desperately. We want you to focus on the two intruders’ minds and, as you did with Nightmask before * try to teleport us to where they come from. Not in origin or birth but just before they came here to our home in the woods.”

(* See D.P.7 #’s 24 & 25—Dreaming Gregg.)

“Uh—sure. Just point me in the right direction.”

Walter places his hands on the foreheads of the two intruders and he, they, and the five hermits watching in awe behind him, all start to vanish into nothingness.

Holly places her slender hand around Dan’s. She begins to whisper in his ear. “Dan, please hold me. I am frightened for us and what will happen next.”

Dan embraces her plain form, as they all disappear into the void.

First, they saw the light and they thought that the light was good. When the light shined and glared at them in the face, they saw their natural surroundings. They were not in an evil place where savagery and darkness reigned nor were they in a beautiful place with gardens and beautiful women. Nay, they were in a place that some would call crazy and mad incarnate but others would phrase it as the natural course of things, reality. Most logically, they were in Hollywood.

Hollywood. With all its glamour and glory, the six visitors appeared in the Home of the Stars, Jason and Crocodile Dundee disappeared during the temporal displacement. They roam the city, looking for the source of the two movie actors’ arrival.

Suddenly, and completely without any warning whatsoever, the amazing Spider-man swings from above on a make-shift web strand and with one kick of his red-and-blue legs, toss the sextet of paranormals aside. Walt, Holly, and Mary Lou skid against a metallic wall that on its top reads, “Stage Area 13” and Victor crashes into a hot dog stand, driven by Freddy Krueger.

Keith and Dan luckily were able to dodge the monstrous blow. Keith stands up, fast and firm, and points at the non-mutant super hero.

Spider-man fires his organic web-shooters at the ESPeople but before they can be caught in his trap, a man in a blue and black costume unmasks the web-slinger.

Walt steps up to see an unfamiliar face behind the mask. “Hey, you’re not Peter Parker.”

The blue costumed man is Nightmask and he reveals, “No, that not Peter Parker. And frankly, he’s not Tobey Maguire either. It’s Tobey’s stunt double.”   

“What’s going on here, Remsen?” Walt yells.

“I’m afraid you have all been enthralled by Dreamscape. She’s in a federal penitentiary, and she is under my supervision. It seems she has done with this to distract me.”

“I don’t understand what—“

“You don’t need to.”

Nightmask snaps his fingers and Walter and the rest of the ESPeople are transported back to western Wisconsin, where he is waking up from a terrible dream.

Walter is in the kitchen, reading a note written by the ESPeople, about fun and games paranormal style outside.

“Oh, here we go again,” he sighs, as he races outside to meet a heavy, pea soup fog created by Holly.