Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About — Time

Along the way, they crossed paths with an old flame—. But she wasn't the damsel Crash remembered. This version was a battle-hardened pirate from another dimension, wielding a grappling hook and a "no-nonsense" attitude that made even the toughest crates look soft. Even the reformed Dingodile joined the fray, mostly because a rift had sucked up his diner and he wanted his kitchen back.

The final showdown took place at the very . Cortex, desperate and dwarfed by the cosmic scale of his own plan, tried to rewrite history to ensure Crash never existed. The platforms shifted beneath them like a deck of cards in a hurricane. Crash donned the Ika-Ika mask, flipping gravity to sprint along the ceiling, then swapped to Kupuna-Wa to slow time just enough to dodge a lethal laser beam. Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time

Crash blinked, his tongue lolling out in a classic expression of vacant confusion. , however, was already on her feet, tapping away at her holographic tablet. "If those rifts keep growing, the multiverse will collapse into a single point of nothingness," she explained, grabbing her high-tech goggles. "We need to find the other three Quantum Masks to seal the holes." Along the way, they crossed paths with an old flame—

Out tumbled , a frantic Quantum Mask with a personality as jittery as a caffeinated firefly. "Crash! Coco! Wake up!" he shrieked. "Neo Cortex and N. Tropy have shattered the boundaries of time and space! They aren't just trying to rule the world anymore—they’re trying to own every yesterday and tomorrow!" Even the reformed Dingodile joined the fray, mostly

Their journey was a kaleidoscopic blur. One moment, they were grinding on vines in a prehistoric jungle, narrowly dodging the snapping jaws of a T-Rex; the next, they were wall-running through the neon-soaked skylines of in the year 2084.

Silence returned to N. Sanity Island. Coco went back to her inventions, and Tawna vanished back into the multiverse with a wink. Crash, exhausted from saving every reality in existence, looked at a Wumpa fruit, shrugged, and fell back into his hammock. The multiverse was safe, but more importantly, it was finally time for that nap.