Just Say Yes
"Hello, Zeroes," Screweye said, addressing Dino, Dweebers, and Dactyl. They hadn't a clue if he was referencing something or just simply maligning them.
"What d'you want?" Dino demanded, still groggily.
"Oh, nothing much, really," he said, with a quaver in voice that Dino interpreted as sounding quite insane. "Just world conquest, through my little circus here!"
"Is he serious?" Don asked.
"The delight I take in frightening
the masses," he said, with a maniacal passion, "in scaring them so thoroughly that the young'uns would have nightmares for weeks
. Why, we'd take the world by storm!!"
"He's . . . not all there, is he?" Dweebers asked.
<Apparently, not,> Dactyl said.
Then he snapped his fingers and music started to play. The notes sounded discordant to Dino's ears, and her friends had similar reviews. It didn't help matters when he tried to sing, sounding like a demented Eric Idle.
"I was far too smart from the very start
'Coz my father came from THEM.
I began to grow, little did he know
That I had my own plans for him.
He thought i was tame. HA!
Just my little game.
Until this all became MINE!"
"A threadbare tent and the paraphernalia of a demented cavalcade of turpitude and criminality?" Dweebers asked. "This is what you are so proud of owning?"
"Staffed by ne'er-do-wells and vagabonds?" Don said, glancing around groggily at Screweye's few employees, including two wizards specialized in Rowling magic. They seemed . . . stupefied would be the kindest explanation. But it looked as if they were lobotomized.
"They all do as I say!
No one stands in my way!
Everbody here is happy
Or I'll have them slightly altered!
I can do as I please.
I can change things with ease!
Horn or hair or fin or feather,
I control the wind and weather.
We can rule the world together!
If you just come with me."
The four refused, so he continued.
"You'll be happy, oh so happy,
When you come with me!
You'll be ruler of everything,
Of all that you can see!
Just say yes, Zeroes!"
"No!" was their reply.
"Think what we few can do,
You and me, me and you,
Buck yourself up, don't look so sad,
We'll have more than dear old dad had."
"We are not going to --" Dino said, still repulsed.
But Screweye continued his song:
"Butterflies and pretty flowers,
Sunny skies and superpowers,
Silver streams and fluffy kitties,
Laser beams and rubble cities!"
"You're crazy!" Don exclaimed.
"Take your chance while you can!
Join in my master plan!
You won't tell me I'm too blabby,
When I'm ruler of hill and valley!
All of it will be mine.
Everday will be fine.
All the trains will run on time,
And there'll be no more wars and crime,
And I'll reduce your brain to slime!
Unless you just say yes!
You'll be happy, oh so happy,
If you just say yes!"
They, again, refused. After all, he held no leverage on them. None that they knew about. Dino, personally, thought this guy had all the mental stability of a Helmacron, as she watched him prance around a particularly scrawny-looking Tetramand, who looked like just another slobbering, lobotomized thing, just like the rest.
"Oh, poor fellow!
Mind like jello!
Such a nasty mess!"
<We really should be coming up with a way out of here,> Dactyl said, privately.
"Come on in to the greatest kind of life!
To the best and the latest kind of life!
You'll be happy nice and happy!
Beyond measure, purest pleasure!
If you just say yes!"
"No!" they said.
"It's our chance to rule,
Don't let it slip away, don't be upset,
It wont hurt much, you won't regret it,
If you just say yes . . .
Just say yes!"
"No!" Dino said, her voice intermingling her roar.
"EHHH!" Screweye said, imitating a buzzer, "Wrong answer!"
Then, with a free hand, he pulled out an unusually ornate Dracon beam, and turned and used it on . . .
SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mFmKtXsXijE