The timestream spat out RIP in an explosion of light and sound, leaving the monster truck and its occupants teetering on the edge of a primordial cliff. The air was thick with the scent of vegetation and volcanic ash.

Max stepped out, his aviators sliding down his nose as he took in the prehistoric landscape. "Great Scott! We've gone back to the Stone Age!"


Monday exited more cautiously, notepad at the ready. "Observations: Large reptiles. Primitive flora. Distinct lack of modern amenities. Conclusion: Approximately 65 million years BCE."


"Uh, guys?" RIP's voice crackled with temporal static. "My wheels aren't exactly made for this terrain. And is that... lava?"


Before anyone could respond, an ear-splitting roar shook the ground. A Tyrannosaurus Rex burst through the ferns; its eyes locked on the team.


"Didn't think I'd need to use deadly force this far back in time!" Max yelled, raising his Rubik's Cube blaster.

Suddenly, a muscular figure swung in on a vine, landing between them and the dinosaur. He was a caveman but with a metallic arm and a glowing red eye.


"Back, lizard!" the caveman grunted, his bionic arm transforming into a sonic cannon. The T-Rex roared in confusion, then turned tail and fled.


The caveman turned to the team. "Me Grogg. You look strange. From future?"


Max lowered his blaster, grinning. "Grogg, my man! I'm Retro Cop, and boy, are we glad to see you. How'd you get those sweet upgrades?"


Grogg scratched his head with his non-bionic hand. "Strange metal man come. Say the 'censors' cave paintings. Grogg fight. Get shiny arm."


Monday's eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch – for him, an expression of shock. "The suspect has already been to this period. We must locate the affected historical site immediately."


A holographic map flickered to life from Max's temporal communicator. "Looks like there's a major anomaly about two klicks north of here. Bet you a box of brontosaurus burgers that's where we'll find our cave."


As they prepared to move out, Hack Attack's voice came through the communicator. "Uh, guys? I'm picking up multiple signatures heading your way. Looks like the Black Bar Troopers found you!"


Right on cue, a squadron of the Censor's minions emerged from the jungle, their bodies shifting and warping to blend with the prehistoric foliage.


"Grogg help new friends," the bionic caveman declared, pounding his chest. "We stop bad metal men!"


Max grinned, spinning his blaster. "Now you're talking my language, Grogg! Team, let's show these censorship cyborgs that in any era, crime doesn't pay!"


As the Black Bar Troopers charged, Retro Cop and his unlikely allies prepared for battle. In the shadow of volcanoes and dinosaurs, the fight to save history was about to begin – prehistoric style.


RIP's headlights flashed in excitement. "Hey, Max! If we win, can I keep a pet dino? I promise I'll walk it every epoch!"