Disclaimer: though based on the format owned by Toei Company, and inspired by every horror story ever told, all the characters used here are mine.
A young child was running down the street. Cars were passing by, at an alarming speed, but the child did not care about that. He had set his mind on making it to this one destination, and would think of nothing else. After a for a kid large number of steps, he finally arrived at where he was going: the candy store. With a bright smile on his face, he ran toward the entrance... until a car flew past him. That was when he realized that the store was on the other side of the busy street. The alarmingly fast cars, that he paid no attention to before, suddenly became a problem. So close, and yet so far. As he was about to burst into tears, a shadow covered him. He turned around to see where it came from. Blocking the light of the sun, stood what looked like a lion, walking on its hind legs, and looking straight at the little boy, with its mouth open, and one of his paws stretched out.
"Do you need some help?" it asked.
"I know you!" the boy exclaimed, "You're Master King! Of Cefabew!"
"Indeed." the lion, Master King, replied, "And you look like you need help."
"Yeah, I wanna get some candy, but the street's too busy."
"Say no more." Master King replied, with a heavy and yet friendly voice.
Master King grabbed hold of the child's hand, took one step off the side-walk, and waved his hand to the first driver that passes him by. At the sight of him, the driver stopped, signaled him to cross the street, which Master King did, along with the child at his hand.
"He really is a popular Mascot, is not he?" somebody asked, as he witnessed Master King's act on a CCTV screen.
"Every child loves a king, Dr. Van Helsen." was the reply of the CCTV operator.
"And of course the thought that the king of the jungle himself is there to help, makes them feel all te more happy." the man, Van Helsen, replied.
"He really is the best idea for a Mascot the company's ever had." the operator said.
"Give te otters a little more credit, Mr. Welles." Van Helsen told him, "Tey may not be as popular, but tey are still loved."
"Of course, sir." the operator, Welles, said.
"If anyting out of the ordinary happens, let me know." Van Helsen told him.
"Certainly, sir." Welles nodded, upon which Van Helsen left the room.
As Van Helsen left the CCTV room, the sudden introduction of light to his maladjusted eyes surprised him. It probably didn't help that he was wearing a white coat, which reflected the light, making it even brighter than it should be. If he were any younger, he would not have cared much, but at his 60s, every bit of light may be too much for him.
"Is everything all right, Doctor?" a passer-by asked him. He too was wearing a white coat, but looked about a third his own age.
"Yes, notting to worry about." Van Helsen replied, "You're Easton's assistant, are not you?"
"Yes." was the answer.
"Help me here, what was your name?" Van Helsen asked.
"Bernard." he answered.
"Ah yes, Bernart." Van Helsen replied, with his usual foreign pronunciation.
"Which reminds me, Easton wants to see you."
"Has he progressed his project much?" Van Helsen asked.
"You better come see for yourself." Bernard replied.
Van Helsen frowned. Wondering what Bernard could possibly mean by that, he followed him to see Easton.
A few floors down, Van Helsen and Bernard arrived at Easton's lab. Even with the lights switched off, some of Easton's phials, containing a yellow liquid, somehow glowed in the dark.
"Nice work, Hermahn." Van Helsen said, "You made fluorescerent liquids."
From behind the phials, Easton rose, his brows raised at Van Helsen's choice of words, which looked almost comical from behind his huge glasses.
"I think he means you made your formula glow in the dark." Bernard told him.
"That's what I thought." Easton whispered, "Bernard, could you please clean those the instruments?"
Easton pointed at the sink, which had a pile of surgical instruments, all of which covered with various substances, which unless one is familiar with biology or chemistry, won't look familiar to the casual observer.
"Yeah, boss." Bernard sighed as he walked toward the sink.
"This... fluorescent liquid, as I think you were trying to call it, is my re-activator." Easton explained.
"Re-activator?" Van Helsen didn't understand.
"Inject it into any dead body, and it will come back to life." Easton explained.
"How wonderful!" Van Helsen was ecstatic.
"Not really." Easton said, "The body is alive, but their minds are gone. They won't do anything on their own, they can only do what they're told, nothing more."
"Ah." was all Van Helsen could manage to say.
"At best, I could deploy them as drug-hounds." Easton continued, "Sniff out who's been stealing all that blood from our banks."
Before Van Helsen could say anything, a loud clatter resonated through the room.
"Bernard..." Easton hissed, "Can't you be more careful!"
Bernard looked down at the mess he just made. Somehow, as he was cleaning some scalpels, they slipped out of his hands, which landed on a couple of phials, breaking them in the progress.
"I'm sorry." Bernard said.
Easton didn't care: "You're almost as clumsy as Feuerstein's assistant. What was his name..."
"Mean you Ivan?" Van Helsen asked, "Talking about Feuerstein, I wonder how far he stands with his... Ranger-machines?"
"Why do you ask me?" Easton wondered.
"Because he wants not tell me." Van Helsen answered, "And I tought that since you bote work in the same field, tat you maybe know more."
Easton laughed: "Is he still afraid that his next creation will be a repeat of Eva?"
"I do not know." Van Helsen said.
As soon as he said those words, a red light started to flash across the room, while an alarm blared.
"Security breach. Security Breach." a voice called through the P.A., repeatedly.
"What is happening?" Van Helsen questioned in a panic.
"We better check." Easton suggested, "Bernard, you stay and keep a watch over everything."
"Of course I will." Bernard nodded.
With that agreement, Easton ran to the door, and Van Helsen followed suite.
Once both of them were out of the room, Bernard grinned: "Wouldn't want it any other way."