"And everybody was Kung Fu fiiighting."

You've got to fight for your right to paaaartay!"

"Have the two of you come up with a plan or is it just that you mean to kill everyone in hearing range?" Miata regarded Camry and I with his usual sour glance.

"Actually, I do have a plan." I retorted. Just for effect, I bent low to get in the hamster's face. "It's unconventional, I'll admit that, but it'll work."

"Hey!" Anglia squealed indignantly. "I thought we were going to go with the plan I came up with!"

I shook my head. "No, no sugar dumpling. And you want to know why? Because it wouldn't work. We were going to go with the exact opposite of the plan you came up with, that was the plan all along. So sorry, but we don't want to die."

Kia grinned and a hopeful spark lit up in his eye as he leaned over to whisper in Alero's ear. "Cat fight. You bettin'?"

Even Alero wasn't stupid enough for that. Everyone stared at him as he tried to find a way to turn Kia down. I felt bad for the poor imbecile so I came up with a clever plan to take the spotlight away. I struck Camry square in the gut. He doubled over and grunted pitifully. I'm sure there was a very good reason for it and chances are that I'll remember it eventually. Meanwhile, I helped him back to his feet and let him use me as a crutch as we walked.

By this time we could see the tops of Mr. Bad Man's castle again. We were closing in. Everyone's attention focused on me. They were all wondering when I was going to call a halt so we could regroup and launch our attack. It'll be a bit of a shocker when they find out I plan to go to the door and ring the bell. But simplicity is best… and my plan is foolproof which is a good thing because I'm currently surrounded by a great number of fools.

Half an hour later I was seated on a beautiful veranda that overlooked a dazzling garden discussing arrangements with Mr. Bad Man. That is, I was discussing arrangements… the garden was rather stoic.

"I think it would be best to start the battle in your foyer." I said. He eyed me quizzically. "Why do you want to destroy my foyer?"

"Mainly because it isn't rightfully yours but also because we could get some really great camera angles. It would be breathtaking."

He nodded. "I see your point. After that we could split into two groups. One could head out here and the other could make for the second floor for some standard stair fighting. It would help with the ratings."

"Sounds good to me." I eyed the mocha in my hands.

"Don't get any ideas. You'll burn your tongue if you try to drink it now."

"But I want it now." I whined.

"You'll regret it!"

Bah, bah, bah. I sighed. "So where do you want your defeat to take place?"

"The north tower should work."

"We'll all meet in two hours, twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds then."

I studied his face for a moment. He didn't have his usual pre-battle glow. Something was amiss. "Out with it." I demanded. "What's wrong?"

"It's Impreza." he admitted. "She wants to marry me."

I blinked. That came out of nowhere. I blinked again. No, it still wasn't registering. I was aware of the idea that I might have something in my eyes though. "Won't your wife have a problem with that?"

"She can't believe that I have a wife. She says there's no proof."

"Of course there's proof." I argued. "Your clothes are always ironed."

"But Impreza's the one who's been ironing my clothes here!" he cried.

Hmmm… as far as I could see they were already married then. "I see your problem."

"She says that if we get married here she'll be able to cross the defining line of the two worlds and come reside in ours. She says that Animeland has strict emigration laws and that it's the only way it would work."

"So you just need to make it so she can't get married, right? Just marry her off to some other minion and your problem's solved. She can't refuse, you're her evil overlord." Satisfied, I took a sip of my drink. I immediately spit it out.

Mr. Bad Man leaped from his seat. "You've saved my life!"

I waved a hand in the air to dismiss the thought. "I've saved millions of lives and then the only thanks I get is scalding coffee. Remind me to hurt you later."

He smirked. "I told you not to drink it."