AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know where I come up with some of these ideas, I just do. This is yet another sequel to my "Trick or Treat" story. Like my other stories, The Impossibles, Big D, and Cronella Critch are Hanna-Barbera's. Everyone else is mine.

It was a quiet night at State Prison. Cronella Critch, a tricky-witch-turned-cat, was sitting in her cell, playing a game with a mouse that had wandered in. She referred to the game as "Little Bunny Foo-Foo," as she would scoop up the mice in her paws, and bop them on the head as hard as she possibly could. That's how she got her frustrations out. Being a cat, it was only natural for her to beat up on mice. She would usually pretend any mouse she caught was one of the Impossibles, who were responsible for her being in jail.

Three times.

The first time, Cronella had meant to turn the Impossibles into cats, but Multi Man deflected her potion with his shield, and sent it back at her, turning her into a cat instead.

The second time, she managed to turn herself back into a tricky witch, but since she had been turned into a cat, she lost her powers. When she tried to regain them, Fluid Man had disrupted her spell. But that partly had to do with Cronella's fourteen-year-old daughter, Danalleah, as well. She was the one who gave Fluey the idea to disrupt the spell after all.

Cronella, who never was the ideal mother, was quite perturbed with her only daughter as well, as she had fallen head over heels for Fluid Man in the first place. When she went to jail the second time (as a witch, and not a cat), she convinced the authorities to deport Danalleah to Transylvania, in order to keep her away from the "stagnant drip" (as she sometimes referred to Fluey), but Danalleah was allowed to return to Megatropolis. Cronella had escaped with the help of Witch Hazel, of Looney Tunes fame, and tried to break the two of them up by holding Danalleah prisoner. It didn't work out so well, and Cronella was once again transformed into a cat by Winsome Witch, and taken to jail.

Because of all this, Cronella, once a respected member of the Witches Union, was now the laughing stock of the entire witch and warlock community.

Now Cronella just sat around and bopped mice on the head, waiting for her seven years as a cat to come to an end. It was about all she could do.

One evening, as she was playing "Little Bunny Foo-Foo," she had an unexpected visitor. A raven flew into her cell from the window, and suddenly transformed into another witch. But not just any witch. This was Madam Crowe, one of the most powerful and influential witches in the world. Not to mention head of the Witches Union. When Cronella saw her, her fur stood on end, mostly out of nervousness.

"Cronella, Cronella, Cronella," Madam sighed. "What has become of you?"

"But Madam Crowe, I've explained time and time again!" Cronella shouted. "It's those Impossibles!"

"I don't want to hear excuses, Critch! I have a good mind to kick you out of the union for this! You've been beaten three times, you know."

"I know, I know. Three strikes, and you're out."

"However, I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to bust you out, or change you back, either, but I'm not going to kick you out of the union. After all, a promise is a promise."

"Promise?"

Cronella gave Madam Crowe a funny look. What promise? What in the world was she talking about?

"Don't tell me you forgot!" Madam Crowe shouted.

"Of course not!" Cronella protested. "But . . . . errr . . . . you might want to refresh my memory."

"Figures," Madam Crowe grumbled. "You forgot. Don't you remember? It was fourteen years ago, and your daughter, Danalleah, had just been born. All the witches in the union came to see her, and that included me, my husband, and our son, Damien, and we had arranged our agreement."

Cronella groaned. Now she remembered. She and Madam Crowe made an agreement that once they were old enough, Damien and Danalleah would get married. Through Cronella had no intention on following up on that deal. She didn't care much for Damien Narcissus Crowe. Since his mother was the head of the Witches Union, and his father, Crawforde Crowe, was the most powerful warlock in the world, Damien was spoiled. He always had to have everything his way, and when he didn't get his way, he'd tell his parents, and they would turn the offender into a toad, or a newt, or something like that.

"I don't know why you want to go through with this deal," Cronella mumbled. "Surely, you don't think Danalleah is good enough for your bra . . . . errr . . . . son."

"It's what Damien wants," Madam Crowe said. "Do we still have a deal or not, Cronella?"

"He doesn't know what he's getting into," Cronella went on. "I mean, she was the result of a one night stand I had with Dracula, she can't do magic, the only thing she can do well is transform into a bat and back again, she's a brainless bubblehead . . . ."

Cronella stopped suddenly when she realized something. This just might be the perfect way to break up her daughter's romance with one of her worst enemies.

"Hmmm . . . ." she said, thinking it over a bit. "I assume Danalleah will be living with your son in your little kingdom?"

"Yes," Madam Crowe said. "We'll arrange for your daughter to be brought to Ravenscroft as soon as possible."

"I have your word that if I agree to this, Danalleah will go to live in Ravenscroft? As far away from Megatropolis as humanly possible?"

"Yes."

"Well. Then, by all means, we still have a deal. After all, a promise is a promise!"