[Bill Dial is busy labouring away on the script for the season finale. David Peckinpah and Chris Black are working nearby, when Dial abruptly bursts into song...]

Hey yo, Black I need help
I mean immediately and right away
Every single day I swear I'm gonna find a better way
To end this f***ing travesty
It's like a kind of heresy
To have to bastardize the final episode by MSZ

Imagine it now, the brothers know their parents' history
But Mom and Dad are packing
They're mad 'n start attacking
There is NO place for hiding
There is NO chance of sliding
The Sliders hop a van with the Clarks and start a-riding, so as

To shake the cops
Tell the world the Mallorys' crime
"Isaac Clark's down?
Hey, who cares, we don't have time!"
They dash into a station
They climb aboard a train
So uh that's where I left off
Yeah, I know it's kinda lame...

But I forget myself
What do you think, Chris and Peck? Should Quinn
And Maggie find a washroom on the train to neck?
But Peck has an idea. He turns to me and Chris:
"Better yet, here's the perfect scene, just imagine THIS!"

[Cut to the Sliders crouching on the roof, where Quinn stupidly opens the vortex off the back of the train. A chorus of fans sing the chorus:]

Sliding off a train
Proooving Peck had no brain
And the staff just didn't care anymore, no more, no
Sliding off a train
Lack of thought was ingrained
It was such a fitting end to S4...

[The vortex closes, the final frame fades out (leaving the Clarks and Mallorys' fates forever unresolved), and we're left with only the words "EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: DAVID PECKINPAH" written in a sickly shade of mustard. The chorus repeats over the end credits:]

Sliding off a train
A whooole year down the damn drain
'Cause the network wasn't minding the store, no more, no
Sliding off a train
Leaaaving fans in such pain
Won't you all tune back in next year for mooore...?

[closing musical riff]

- Blinker