Nastasia was at her desk, typing away Count Bleck's list of things to do that day. Count Bleck would get into so many rants; he would forget what he wanted to do.

Things to do today:

Walk Count Bleck's dog.

Get money back from O'Chunks.

Pick up Count Bleck's socks.

Nastasia hated typing, she really did. It took forever on the stupid typewriter. Count Bleck was going on about the pure evil of raccoons, until Nastasia piped in.

"Sorry Count, I didn't get that last thing you said." Count Bleck turned around, rather disappointed.

"Count Bleck should not have to repeat himself! Nastasia, I am dissatisfied with you. You ALWAYS type everything I say."

"Well, this typewriter is annoying, 'kay? I can't type that fast. I don't know what else could!"

As if magically summoned, Dimentio appeared out of thin air, with a massive box at his side.

"Dear Nastasia, I have brought a wondrous gift for you!" He looked at Nastasia's raised eyebrow. "I mean, for Count Bleck!" Nastasia rolled her eyes. Dimentio could be such an idiot.

"Give it! Give it! Give it here! I want it!" yelled Count Bleck, eagerly jumping up and down for the present. Dimentio chuckled and dropped it. Count Bleck dived for the present. He unwrapped it at a quick pace.

"It's-It's a… Dementio what is this nonsense?" asked the count, confused with his gift. Dimentio twirled and flew down to Count Bleck.

"It's called a computer!" replied the silly jester. "You can type very quickly, and fix things as you go along!"

"Preposterous." remarked Nastasia. "No object has such magic." Dimentio frowned.

"You're bothersome." countered Dimentio. "I stole this just for you two, but if Count Bleck doesn't want it…"

Count Bleck threw a fit. "I WANT IT! DON'T TAKE IT AWAY! NASTASIA, I ORDER YOU TO GET RID OF DIMENTIO!"

Nastasia sighed. "Very well." She pulled out a broom and bashed Dimentio over the head.

"Ow!" cried Dimentio. Nastasia smiled. She really enjoyed doing this to him. It was her favorite part of the day. She thumped him again.

"Quit it!" shouted Dimentio. He looked at the stern look on Nastasia's face. "Fine, I will leave, but I will bring a great burden upon you."

Nastasia raised an eyebrow. "I sincerely doubt that." Dimentio gave a malicious grin. He waved goodbye to the count.

"Ciao Count Bleck, Nastasia." he said, preparing for his departure. "Have fun with your new computer!" Dimentio disappeared, leaving the count and the secretary alone.

Count Bleck tore open the box and pulled out a monitor, the PC box, and numerous sets of wires.

"Nastasia, how do you build this peculiar contraption?" asked the count. Nastasia sighed.

"There should be a page of instructions." she replied. Count Bleck dug even deeper. He pulled out a page.

"Read this and build my computer." he said. He handed it to Nastasia, and walked off to go play tetherball with Mimi. It was his turn to win!

Nastasia sighed and read the instructions. She was surprised, however, to see what was written.

HAH! I knew you were going to be mean to me, so I got rid of the instructions! Clever, aren't I? Anyway, this might take a while without any instructions…you could always looks it up on the Internet. BUT YOU CAN'T! MUA HAH HAH!

Yours truly,

Dimentio.

Nastasia crumpled up the letter in anger. That little punk! She sighed and looked through the box.

"This is going to take forever!" complained Nastasia to herself.

Meanwhile:

Count Bleck was wearing his sport attire, which consisted of a sport monocle, black shorts, a black t-shirt, and a cape. Mimi was geared up in her yellow tennis skirt and in her yellow exercise top.

"Are you ready to be beaten by Count Bleck?" taunted the count. Mimi yawned.

"Yeah yeah, say what you want, but we all know you're the one that's going down." said Mimi, full of confidence.

The battle commenced.