Commander Video was tired. Not the "I need a nap" kind of tired, but the kind of exhaustion that comes from being a two-dimensional icon sprinting through a multi-dimensional world for eternity.

As he sped through , his feet hit the ground in perfect sync with the bassline. Sliding under jagged crystals and leaping over Whiz-Bangs, he felt the world wake up. Every time he kicked a "Yield" sign, a chime echoed through the valley, turning the gray grass back to neon green.

"Who goes there?" a voice boomed. Out of a giant, sentient mushroom stepped . He wasn't attacking; he was wearing a tuxedo and holding a baton.

They reached the Unknighted’s tower just as the final beat of the world’s song began to fade. With a massive, perfectly timed , Commander Video smashed the Unknighted's metronome.