There's not much left to say.  But, since that has never stopped me before, let's have a go at it.
    With the return of Sheldon, Peaburp, and Twimwose, life for Bart Sisyphus returned to something approaching normalcy.  Well, no, it didn't.  First of all, Sheldon and company were followed almost immediately by two frantic and disheveled characters with rats tattooed on their forheads, who hotfooted it down the aisle of cubes and disappeared from view.  Twimwose, who was indeed as quick a study as her beau, quickly settled in as a new LAN manager for the Department of Potential Non-Welfare.  Then the influx of dwarves began.  They swelled the employment rolls of the agency, filling the technical vacancies, and every one of them marched through Bart's cube.
    Then Prince Red took Tanya home to meet the parents.  While the reluctant crown prince preferred delivering mail, his lady love developed a taste for the royal life.  Queen Eek!eek! had permanently assumed the mundane tasks of running the kingdom, while King Egregious the Nth applied himself to loftier pursuits, such as gardening and needlepoint.  The queen was looking for a successor, preferably one without exclamation points in her name, and she had taken a shine to her son's girlfriend.  At Tanya's prodding, the prince finally agreed to a royal wedding, and all the caterers, photographers, and florists trooped through Bart's cube.
    With the Dark Lord on the Disabled List indefinitely, the kingdoms of Blort and Euphonia became the best of neighbors.  Not only was the DL on the DL, but another issue between the kingdoms had been laid to rest.  Blort had a case of Name Envy, for the name "Blort" was anything but euphonious.  So, the Kingdom of Blort changed its name.  To "Glorp."  Then they completely redesigned the DL's old pile of bricks into a modern combination palace, water park, shopping mall, and abattoir.  It was to be called the Googleplex.  The 10 year old boy who had suggested the winning name for the kingdom was rewarded with two tickets to the water park, good upon the completion of the Googleplex in 10 years.
    And then came Harry's visit.  Harry was Bart's boss, and his visits were never good news.
    "Hey, Bart!" beamed Harry. "How's the wife?"
    "Still divorced," muttered Bart.
    "And the kids?"
    "Still nonexistent."
    "Good, good."  Harry paused a moment before turning to business.  "We have a new Chief Information Officer, Bart.  And a new Agency Director."
    "So?'
    "So, they're bringing in a raft of overpriced consultants with the latest technology, and ... I need for you to help the consultants convert your old legacy systems.  They'll be needing test data."
    "My ... old? ... LEGACY?" Bart sputtered. "I'll have you know I'm cutting edge!"
    "Not anymore," said Harry cheerily. "That's legacy stuff now."
    "You make it sound as if someone died."
    "Hey, I can't help it if the Technology Express left you at the station," said Harry.
    "Well, who is this new CIO, anyway?" Bart demanded.
    "Dan ... Uh, can't seem to remember his last name."
    "Rat tattoo on the forehead?"
    "Yeah, how did you know?"
    "What about the Director?" asked Bart.
    "Um ..."
    "Eric?"
    "Hey, you're pretty sharp today!"
    "Got a rat, too?"
    "Now that you mention it, yes!  Isn't that an odd coincidence?"
    "Odd, yes."
    "Well, gotta go.  Give me an estimate of how long it'll take you to get that data!  Say, by COB tomorrow?"
    Bart watched Harry's retreating back for a moment.  Then he looked at the floor, where the storied Worm Whacker still lay in dusty neglect.  He picked up the sword, hefted it, wiped it off with a paper towel.  He looked at his battered cube partition.  Then he climbed through.

                                                                -- The End --