So, everyone remembers this absolute utterly fantasmic classic, and the hilarious twist ending to the massive battle of media icons; but - PLOT TWIST:
Mr. Rogers' won and has blood on his sweater because he refused to fight, and he dedicated his name in the battle to healing and caring for the wounded.
Everyone else died (as no one would ever be so evil that they would kill Mr. Rogers), and when it was just Mr. Rogers and the last other person left, after talking him down and explaining why it was all unnecessary and horrible, all this bloodshed and murder and hate, the other person realized that the war would never truly be evil until only one person survived and deemed the victor. Before Mr. Rogers could stop them, they kill themselves. Mr. Rogers is the only survivor now, and as such has won, never for a second having malice or greed in his heart or eyes.
He emerges, scarred, horrified, distraught, and burdened with the guilt of all of it - but he emerges from the war zone nonetheless. A huge crowd has gathered, and they begin to cheer once they see someone coming out; but once they realize it’s Mr. Rogers, and they see the look on his face and the blood on his clothes, they stare in shock.
All adults are silent. No one breathes, no one blinks, no one says anything as the wind blows and whips through the vast empty space Mr. Rogers is slowly closing. No one but the children. They all run towards him; this man we’ve all known and loved, that we’ve passed on our love and trust for to our children - though they’ve never met him, never seen him in real life (all peoples dead were brought back to life for this grand melee), and they run towards him as he stops and sits down on the ground, letting the youths come to him.
Some parents are running after their children. They know they’re not in any danger, but the instinct is strong, and the confusion is intense. So they run. The children finally reach him, and can see that Mr. Rogers is absolutely shattered. He smiles for them - and them alone. He doesn’t want to scare them any more than they already have been. His eyes are burning red and his cheeks are slick and shiny with hot, burning tears. He can barely make out the children’s faces. They crowd around him, plopping down on the dusty, chalked ground beside him. They are strain to touch him, hold his arm and hands, patting his head and lightly rubbing his back in an effort to comfort him. One child, barely big enough to come up to his head as he sits in front of the toddler. The toddler holds out a tiny, chubby hand and wipes away his tears. They wobble forward a little and wrap their arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. The parents are standing back, watching, and their fear turns into grief. One speaks up.
“You helped us at our worst; let us help you.”
Mr. Rogers leads the world into a glorious new era, and era of peace, compassion, and love.
Mr. Rogers is the Ultimate Champion of Ultimate Destiny.