TTL 50,000 (Time Travel Log, the unit of measurement of that time), also describable as somewhere in the later centuries of the 4,900,000's.

A humongous, metallic ball, hovering in the middle of nowhere.

Thunderdome.

Cleopatra looked around at her surroundings carefully. It was a huge, cylindrical room, with a high ceiling, blue lights and a throne for her to sit on. Nothing else. She had been here for the past two days, having received her food from a little hole that opened in the ceiling and dropped down below. The food was bland, terrible, and worst of all, CUBE-SHAPED.

WHO MAKES FOOD IN THE SHAPE OF CUBES?

She paced around frustratedly, when suddenly, a 3-foot tall duck, garbed in a blue overcoat with a bright yellow beak and strange white pants waddled towards her. He quacked frightenedly, "Hello Child, could you tell me where I am? I seem to be lost."

She looked at him, astonished at two things.

One, that the duck could talk.

And two, that the duck had the audacity to call her MISS! Empress of Egypt, wife to Caesar and then Marcus Antonius, and he dared call her MISS!

She drew herself up to her full height of 5 inches, and in a stentorian tone, said, "Dost thou knowest she who thou speaketh to, fowl?"

"Foul? Hey, watch it, lady! Who you calling foul?" he angrily quacked at her.

Cleopatra was just about to call to her servants to have this impertinent bird fried alive in burning hot oil, when she heard a very deep voice singing.

"We don't neeeeeeeeeeeeed another hero, we don't need to know the waaaaaaaaaaaaaay home" sang Elvis, who burst into their frame of vision. When he caught Cleopatra's eyes, she furiously blushed and looked away.

He walked towards her, just about to say something, when he tripped.

What on, you ask?

"HEY, WATCH IT, YOU BLIND OLD SUNGLASSED MAN!" Donald Duck angrily quacked. "I'm surrounded by crazy giants, SOMEBODY HELP!"

"Ey, you watch that tongue of yours, midget! Nobody asked ya to be so bloody tiny you'd become invisible!"

"Well, technically... Giants and midgets don't exist, so you couldn't be surrounded by them or trip over them, children." said the 20-yr old Marie Curie.

As Elvis looked at her, he realised something. He was younger too! This was him before he began taking those drugs which had been killing him!

The same realisation hit everyone, except for Donald Duck, who was looking at their awestruck faces, getting annoyed now.

"Why are you all like that with your mouths open, is there something you're eating which I can't see? You guys don't need to be so- " Suddenly, he screamed as a dog sprinted into the room, barking joyfully at seeing Donald Duck. He began running away from her, yelling his head off.

"PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP, THIS WILD CREATURE IS GOING TO KILL ME! MICKEY! GOOFY! SOMEBODY HELP!"

As he ran near Elvis, he scooped him up in his arms and said, "Ye're safe now, li'l duck"

Donald Duck hugged him tightly, but let him go a little later and said awkwardly, "Yes, thank you, child." He then dropped to the floor. Laika barked again, and he again yelped, jumping onto Elvis.

"CHASE THAT DOG AWAY."

Marie bent towards the dog, and softly crooned. Meanwhile, Cleopatra was already standing on her throne, having a deathly fear of dogs.

"Relax, children, she won't hurt you. She just wants to play." said Curie, already rubbing Kudryavka behind the ears.

"Alrigh', alrigh', alrigh'. Let's get down to business, y'all. We need ta figure out where the bloody hell we've been taken, and how the bloody hell we can escape."

"Mind thy tongue!" said Cleopatra, shocked at his language.

"Darlin', never in my entire bloody life have I "minded thy tongue". Also, wassup with the ancient accent an' all?"

Cleopatra was again about to say something, when she was again interrupted by the door of the room opening.

Two men, completely dressed in black and wearing balaclavas and holding guns walked into the room.

"Ladies. Gentlemen." said the first man.

"And dog." the second man reminded him.

"And duck." the first man pointed out.

"You may be wondering why you're here."

"And if you aren't, you should be,"

"You were brought here by our leader."

"Whose name is none of your business."

"But whose mission is your business."

"We wish to construct an artificial, fabricated intelligence."

"A sentient super-computer"

"With certain qualities handpicked by us."

"Which, as a matter of chance, happen to be present in you."

"We will upload your minds onto that computer, where they will then live and thrive forever."

"The reasons we chose you five is because there's-"

"Cleopatra from 30 BCE, with her skills of seduction and the mind of a ruler. And-"

"Elvis Presley from 1977, with one of the greatest creative minds in history. Not to forget-"

"Donald Duck, for his never-ending loyalty and boundless energy and willpower. Of course, we couldn't do without-"

"Marie Curie from 1934, one of the greatest geniuses in history."

"And Laika from 1957, because she's a cute dog and we didn't want her to die."

"We wish you all the best."

"We will give you 10 minutes to come to a decision."

"At which point our leader will come here."

"And you will give him your decision."

"If you agree, you will become agents of the Thunderdome."

"If you refuse, we will return you to your timelines, but keep in mind, you have already died in them."

"Goodbye."

Both of them strode out of the room, leaving all five staring.

"Well," said Elvis, rubbing his hands, "This is a fine little pickle I've gotten myself in."