Whatever. Work off of this now;


"Hey!" cried Batty Buddy, withdrawing something from his backpack, "A set of Limited Edition Second Helping Overly Copyrighted Patent Taken Trademarked Extensively Multi-National Corporation Supported World Famous Best Selling Hat Bands!" So saying, he plopped the box on top of his head, which promptly opened up, to reveal a bunch of minature musicians playing rock and roll.
"Mary had a little lamb, a lobster and some prunes, a slice of cake, a piece of pie, and then some macaroons! It made the busy waiters grin, to see her order so, and when they caried Mary out, her face was white as snow!" cried Rocky. He had stolen a miscellaneous pack off of the top of Slayer's mound, and had found a microphone and conductor's stick thingie in it, and was not believing he was in charge of a #1 smash hit music group.
"Batty, could you please land this thing sometime soon?!" moaned Slayer, tunneling deeper (if that was possible) into the impossibly deep pile. The conflicting musics of Rocky's Nursery Rhymes and BB's Hat Band were giving him a major headache. "I want to get out!"
After some consolation on Slayer's part, BB steered the car down to the ground, where it made a rough landing with all possible grace and whatnot. Slayer quickly erupted out the back door, trailing backpacks, and made for some place where there wasn't any music. "Ah, a tennis match!" he cried hopefully, upon seeing one. But it was breaktime, and the players were strumming on their rackets like guitars. Slayer ran on.

"What's up with him?" asked Batty Buddy, looking at the receding figure.
"Goggly google gogg gidjit googoo!" explained Rocky perkily.

Vampyra Smurferama recovered at last, and ventured nearer towards the Dutch Pastry Cook's prone body.
"Mr. Dutch Pastry Cook, are you ok?"
A voice from behind made the smurf spin around. It was his voice, but it was coming from the Frankenquist's Monster. "What have I told you about calling me Mr. Dutch Pastry Cook?"
"You told me 'That's Mr. Dutch Pastry Cook Sir! to you.'.... but you're in the body of the monster? What happened? Didn't the chemicals work?"
"They worked fine. But some fool transported in, stole the test subject, and transferred my mind to the mind of this monster. I really wonder why we didn't think of this in the first place.. I'm so powerful!"

Kovu, in his Evil Master Control Console, quickly pressed the "Playback" switch. He musingly watched the events of what had happened in the castle. Yes.. he recalled those two, wreaking havoc in the War Tavern. And now the larger one had a mind...
"General Genuflecter! Bring me my Private Line Phonechamacallit!"
"Sir! Yes sir!" saluted the Genuflecting General, and quickly returned with the Private Line Phonechamacallit. Cackling a bit, with interluding "Mwahaha!"s, Kovu dialed the number his multiversalphone book listed for the castle.

The phone rung. Vampyra Smurferama looked up from the scale, which the Dutch Pastry Cook In FrankenQuist's Monster Form (DPCIFQMF) had been bench pressing, and removed her Anti-Radioactivity goggles. Walking over to the wall, lab coat billowing moderately, the Smurf climbed onto a stepladder in order to reach the phone.
"Hello, dis is Vampyra Smurferama, evildoer extrordinvare, vho is this?"
"I'm Kovu, malicious mastermind, and posessor of an evil piketm. I have been studying your movements for the past few minutes, and have a proposition to make."
"Vun moment please."
Vampyra dismounted from the ladder, and walked back over to DPCIFQMF, who was ripping apart iron bars. "It's some evil mastermind. You're better at dealing with them."
Grunting, DPCIFQMF walked to the phone.
"Hello, this is I. I understand you have a proposition to make."
"Yes. I feel we both are on the same mission, to exterminate good in this world, and I offer you the chance to join me as I take it over. But first we must prevent the War Taverners from rebuilding their building."

A few minutes later, Kovu put the phone back down on the hook.
"It is done. The Vampire and the Monster have agreed to help the offense of generally everything."
The Official Evil Accountant For Kovu's Evil Armytm walked up to Kovu's side, adding 2 to the number he had on a sheet of paper.
"Your Kovuness, I regret to inform you that in order to complete conquestation, we still require one more on our side. Otherwise, their numbers are very slightly too great."
"Curses, Mwahahaha!" said Kovu. "Where ever are we going to get another canidate?"
The door burst open, and Slayer ran in. He had just escaped from Disneyland, which was precisely the place he Hadn't wanted to be in, and was still trying to get "It's a Small World" out of his ears by running insistantly.
"Ah, Slayer!" said Kovu, without missing a beat. "How would you like to get revenge on all the 'Taverners for never paying their bills..."

ANTE-TUBBES, grumbling, called it quits for that day. If only Ancoysnd hadn't taken that sack of grenades.. At least he hadn't gotten far before he realized the problem, so he couldn't have killed off Too many potential customers. And Happy Puppy Pickle Co. sales were moderately up again, so it must have just been a fluke in the normal advertising. Oh well.
Waving at the bellboy, who stood at the door welcoming employees every day, and wishing them farewell every night, ANTE-TUBBES walked out into the night, and to next door, a company he was also in charge of. Along with Opposition Publishing Co. Inc., he had a heavy workload.
"So, Billy Bob, what're the latest figures for Super Speedy Scrap Co.?"
"Well, we paid 3,000 Cr for the collected scrap of an entire building.. they threw some rabbits into the deal, too, so we paid a little extra."
"Fascinating.. where are these rabbits?"
"Well, the sorting machine somehow didn't pick them up, so they were headed for the Cremater until they got out. Now they're wandering all over the factory, getting lost, talking to employees when they're trying to work, and humming annoying songs."

"Ducky, wait! Where are you going?" cried BBoy, who was staring at Derby with an expression of what might have been jealousy.
"I'm sure I left a starcruiser laying around her somewhere!" she cried back, and bounced away. BBoy didn't really have a chance to respond, because at that point he was caught up by the main party chasing Beauman, and had little choice but to keep running, unless he wanted to be trampled.

Ducky continued frolicking around, looking for just about anything that flew. So far she had found a mockingbird, but when she asked if it could fly a bunch of rabbits into another galaxy, it just laughed in her face. "Twas Brillig, and the Slithy Toves-" she was beginning, when a big red car screeched to a halt in front of her. Two creatures got out. One was dancing like a maniac, and singing "The Complete Mother Goose" backwards in Dutch.
"ROCKYYYYYYY!" cried Ducky, squeezing the breath out of him.