(as a nuclear warhead rises into the sky with Dr. Venture clinging to the top)
Dean: There's Pop! I see him!
Hank: We did it, Mr. White! We saved Pop!
Both: Go Team Venture!
Dr. Orpheus: Wonderful. That's one for us, five billion for the apocalypse.
Pete White: (sniffles) I can't help but think Rusty would've wanted it that way.