Putting down the newspaper, Arthur Kirkland left for the basement. Old, dusty books kept in large wooden bookshelves lined the walls. A large circle drawn in chalk lay untouched on the cold, hard ground. Arthur stepped in front of the circle and concentrated on chanting a spell, as the circle glowed a bright white. If he had not closed his eyes, Arthur would have been blinded there on the spot. Emerging from the circle was a creature of some sort, with a humanoid head. And then, quite abruptly, Arthur ended the summoning. He walked over to the creature, bent down as dramatic music played in the background, and said, "Ivan, we've got some bad guys up our sleeves." The dramatic music stopped.
A few blocks down the road, Masked Honda was hastily running for his life, a glass jar of cookies pressed against his chest. "Aha!" a British-accented voice shouted from behind, "I have found you, Masked Honda!" Arthur Kirkland approached a nearby car. Ivan rushed over and tilted Arthur's head to face Masked Honda's. "WHAT DOES OMAE WANT FROM ORE IMA?" Masked Honda asked. "Give us back the cookies!" Arthur shouted confidently. "Heh…good thing ore has omae's only weakness…" Masked Honda threw a bouquet of sunflowers towards Ivan, who squealed in delight and passed out.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO MASKED HONDA NOW, DA?" Masked Honda covered his mouth in shock, wondering where his weeaboo language had gone off to. "AHA! WHILE YOU WERE BUSY DISTRACTING IVAN, I SWITCHED YOUR SPEECH HABITS AROUND, NOW IVAN WILL BE SPEAKNG WEEABOO!" Arthur shouted happily as he ran off into the sunset, never to see his cookies again. They were burnt anyways.