Elsewhere, Skipper was lounging on the beach sipping Margaritas (these were special mystical tea Margaritas) with the magi and the tea monster. They had some good laughs from watching these various and sundry religions forming. That is, until a group of rowdy college students arrived on the scene and began playing a hearty game of beach volleyball.
The ball bounced into the tea monster's Margarita. A young bikini-clad girl came over to retrieve it. But she was beat to it by none other than Bill Murray. He pulled the hard-to-see Skipper up out of the sand. Skipper had been buried in the sand by a young demonic girl.
Bill slapped him thrice and said, "Why are you just lying around here drinking Margaritas and getting buried by psychotic bikini-clad babes? Not that there is anything wrong with that, but you have a job to do. Now get off your butt and find that mystic green tea."
Then Bill saw something out of the corner of his eye that really infuriated him. As his face got redder with rage, he suddenly produced a sniper rifle. And as he fired a couple of rounds from the rifle, he screamed out in rage, "DIE GOPHER!"
Skipper took the opportunity to steal Bill's golf clubs and proton-pack. He added them to his inventory of trophies consisting of Margaritas, shrunken heads, and some unmentionables.
He then headed off to "The Love Boat" (which had just anchored off shore) in order to warn Gopher. Gopher had to be warned that a homicidal maniac, a tea-monster, and a bikini-clad demonic beach-bimbo were about to board his ship!
Upon hearing the news, Gopher replied, "But we only stopped off here to pick up mystic tea and Margarita-mix! I better play the trombone for a while." He then began playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
Harry the Orangutang, who had been the main attraction at the San Diego zoo, was on the Love Boat enjoying his first real vacation in years. But he became extremely frightened when some discordant notes from the trombone reached his ears. So much so, that he bent the trombone around Gopher's body. He then picked up a lawn chair and started beating Gopher with this also.
Realizing that an impossible situation was fast approaching, Skipper took command of The Love Boat and ordered, "We must save the cheese!" For you see, Skipper had recently converted to Cheesyism and during the initiation process he had completely lost his mind.
Taking control of the ship, he steered it on a collision course with the beach and its bikini-clad phsyco-chicks. He also began beating the first mate unmercifully about the head with his unmentionables, the flailing motion of which caused a psychic commotion within a termite.
This termite suddenly realized the answer to everything. The answer that man and termite had unsuccessfully sought since the dawn of Time. The answer was amazing; it was stupendous; it was wonderful! The long-sought-for answer turned out to be the number 42.
This led to the number 43 getting ticked off. And justifiably so. I mean how would you feel if you were one number away from the ultimate answer to everything? So 43 put into motion an elaborate plot to assassinate 42. This of course led 42 to join forces with the number 41, who was a little more understanding of the position 42 had been placed in.
When the atack came, universes violently collided. Then out of the wreckage strode Marvin the Robot. Yes, Marvin the Robot, eighty-grillion years old. His "Real-People-Personality" had begun to be affected by advanced positronic senility. This probably could explain why he had miscalculated the coordinates of the universe he had intended to shift himself to.
So instead of finding himself surrounded by nude blonde stewardesses as he had planned, he was surprised to find himself in a universe where everything was backwards. Right was left and left was right. People stood on their heads, spoke backwards, always obeyed the speed limit, and never obeyed the laws of physics.
Nearby was a little cafe and as Marvin approached it, he saw that all the tables were turned upside-down. People were standing around with chairs on their heads. As a waiter came around with a pot of coffee, customers would pour their coffee into the waiter's pot. They would then eat their coffee cups. And to make matters even more confusing, the waiter paid the customers. And after the waiter got off work, everyone went home to the waiter's house except the waiter.
The party of the millenium was going down at this waiter's house. All the coolest creatures from all the coolest universes were there, including some gratuitous cameos and a large cast of characters no one had seen before. Of course Sherry Bobbins was there discussing the nature of life with a large cow. And oh, look! Is that Wolfboy? Why, yes it is! But what is he doing with a gun?
Could it be a... it is! It's a Planetary Cheese Producing Gun! In order to encourage the adoption of Cheesyism as a religion, Wolfboy fired the Planetary Cheese Producing Gun randomly at the party-goers. One of the unfortunate victims of the resulting carnage was Bill Clinton.
Fortunately, Clinton's wife was out of town and she had no idea about the affair he had and continues to have with the blond nude stewerdess mentioned earlier in the story. Suddenly an orange beach-ball bounced across the floor right in front of the cavorting President and his friends.
And who should come skipping after it but Ralph Waldo Emerson, muttering, "I must catch the sun." and Frank Lloyd Wright. Frank was chasing after Ralph because he suspected Ralph of stealing one of his houseplans. What Ralph had actually stolen was something far more sinister.
He had, in fact, stolen the very last bottle of Faygo from the refrigerator. Normally this would not be a problem since Faygo only costs about 5 cents for a 2-liter bottle. But as fate would have it, this bottle was the elusive peach-flavored Faygo. And as everyone knows, peach is the flavor of choice for luring feathered cats to the religion of Cheesyism.