Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Alright? I just wrote this a saturday night when I didn't feel like sleeping and my brain was suffering from lack of oxygen.

" Nooooooo! Don't press that button! Don't pr..."

*KABOOOM!*

"Great! Where are we now?"

"Dunno. Lets have a look around."

"Hey, this looks like a nice place. NOT! Looks like a deserted construction site or something."

"Yeah."

*ZAP! ZIP! ZAAP!*

"Man, did ya see that lightning! We're in the middle of a thunderstorm here. Even the buildings seem to generate electricity."

*SSSSSCHHHHHHOOOOOMMMMM*

"Hey, what's that! A huge ball of blue light. Aaahh, my eyes! Can't see!"

"Me neither! Look, it't disappearing."

"Um.... Jonny? Who's that tall, brawny guy on the motorcycle in those black leather clothes and sunglasses and a shotgun?"

"I don't know Jess. But Jessie... eh.. he he... He's coming this way. I suggest we figure out a smooth, easy way to get outta here."

"'Key, what?"

"RUN!!!"

They turned on the spot, not seeing how the man turned away from them, walking stiff and almost mechanical, and through the sunglasses a red diod light was seen instead of a normal pupil.

"I'll be back"

A blue light enveloped him, and he disappeared in a flash.

* * * * * *

"Whew, do ya think we lost him?"

"Hope so. He was BIG!"

"Where are we now?"

"Don't know. Looks kinda familiar though.

"Jonny? Who´s that guy in kilt with the samurai sword over there?"

"I am Connor MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. There can be only one."

"Um... That running thing worked last time, wanna try it again?

"Uh-huh. RUN!"

* * * * * *

"Look, lets go inside that bar."

"OK, I'm gonna order something to drink."

" 'Key."

Jonny walked up to the bartender, and sat down. On the stool next to him was a dark-haired, good-looking guy in a tux, and an empty glass in front of him.

"Hey, Rick, give me another Dry Martini; shaken, not stirred." he said with a british and elegant voice.

The man turned to Jonny.

"God evening. My name is Bond, James Bond."

"Jonny, good, there you are, where are the dri... HEY!"

"No time, come on, let's get outta here!"

Dragging Jessie along, he headed for the exit as fast as he could.

* * * * *

"Man, I'm getting tired of this. What is this place? How did we get here? ... And... why is that tall guy in black dress and face-mask helmet with the fancy light-saber coming towards us in that way?"

"Jonny, join me, and we will rule the Empire together. Jonny, listen to me, I am you father..."

"Whoa, waitasec! You're not my father! Dr. Quest is my father, not some depressed, oversized, evidently ugly dude with an improved flashlight. OK, a VERY improved flashlight."

"Run?"

"Run."

* * * * * *

"WHAT IS THIS!!! NOW I WANT AN ANSWER!"

"YEAH, ME TOO!"

Silence.

"Don't think anybody heard us."

"Nope, don't think so. So, what now?"

"Not sure. Guess we better just keep going."

"Right."

Silence.

"Hey, look! Isn't that Pamela Anderson over there! Boy, she's gorgous!"

"You can't be serious! She's got 'Silicon Bimbo' written in her forhead, for Christ's sake!"

"Um... yeah, but still..."

"Come here honey, I'll give you what you want..."

"Gulp!"

"Don't you dare go over there, Jonny Quest! You're here with me, remember? I'm not gonna let some blonde big-...mmmm... bimbo take over. Hey, I'm talking, to you! Hey!"

* * * * * *

"Hey, Jonny. I'm talking to you. Hey! What's wrong?"

"Huh!? Um... where am I?"

"You're more lost than usual today? Come on, it's lunch break."

Jonny yawned and walked lazily after Jessie out of the class-room.

"Man! I gotta stop watching all those movies and start to sleep some more."

He smiled to himself. "But the last one, wasn't bad though."