Week 127

The great space pyramid of Mantis smashed into the wall of rock, fell hundreds of feet, crashed, and lay still, with no signs of life.

Then, like some hideous parody of Venus, the dread elder god Cthulu rose from the inland sea, called forth by the destruction of its effigy.

The water was thick with the bodies of its orange-robed acolytes, of giant Insekts and kaiju, of humans and some random animals.

These were as nothing to Cthulu, who hungered for the destruction of worlds.

Now it was risen, unleashed upon the Earth; surely there was no power in all the universe that could stop it—but Putin would have to try.

Slowly, painfully, Putin got to his feet and stood in the giant saucer of silica glass. “Where is my War Bear?” he groaned.

Snowy staggered to her master’s side, followed by Murder Cat. Pulpo Paul, in his walking suit, began creeping toward them, too.

Great Cthulu looked about it. It did not matter that it had awakened on Earth, or that it had lain in the City of R’lyeh for millennia.

Time and place were meaningless constructs to the trans-dimensional Elder God. Only its great hunger mattered; only worlds could sate it.

The many tentacles about its face pulsed at the thought. It raised its arms high and stretched wide its prodigious claws.

Without hesitation, Putin stepped forward and addressed the hideous elder god, shouting to make himself heard so far above.

“Cthulu! I am Put-in, the Pathfinder, Defender of the Earth! Return now to the City of R’lyeh beneath the sea, or you shall feel my wrath!”

Although words were meaningless to the dread god, the sense of the words reached it. It turned its attention to the puny being at its feet.

He was as nothing, yet challenged Dread Cthulu, Destroyer of Worlds? “Oh, crap,” thought Murder Cat, staring upward at the huge god-monster.

The Pals looked upward helplessly as Cthulu appeared to swell even larger, growing even more menacing. “This is it,” Snowy thought grimly.

Suddenly there was a blinding light, as if all the energy of the universe were concentrated in a single point the size of a Toy Poodle.

In that moment C-4 transformed into its true Self, the Great Elder God C’Furh, Power Above All. Its form on Earth dwarfed that of Cthulu.

Without words, or even thoughts, C’Furh used its Power to command Cthulu back beneath the sea, to sleep again in the sunken city of R’lyeh.

The Pals watched in awe as Cthulu sank once more beneath the surface, disappearing back into the inky depths.

Just then, Black Ops crawled up out of the water and onto the shore, coughing and spitting. “Wait—What just happened?” he sputtered.