Hi there. So, to start off with my Ask the Cast thing, this was the very first question that came to my mind. What happens to dead villians if you can't really kill animations? I just had to see if I could come up with some stupid reason and thanks to Drosselmeyer logic I figured it out.
I hope you guys like this and please, ask some stupid questions for us to answer. Can't wait to hear them.
Oh-snap: Help! I think I'm being controlled by Drosselmeyer!
Duck: Oh no! What should we do? She could make our lives horrible.
Fakir: We could just tie her hands to the chair and take all the writing utensils from the room.
Oh-snap: Well, that's thoughtful. Thanks.
Fakir: It's better than the other option.
Oh-snap: And what's that?
Fakir: Cutting off your hands. *shrug*
Duck: Fakir! I can't believe you!
Fakir: What? That's what the bookmen were going to do to me. You think it wouldn't work?
Oh-snap: I thought they were called the Gold Corwn Secret Underground Bookclub. Oh well, I guess I've been watching the wrong show.
Fakir: Moron.
Duck: But if Drosselmeyer's controling her then how will we stop her from like...um, hurting us or...um, yeah.
Fakir: How the hell should I know? I already gave you my input.
Oh-snap: *whiny voice and extremely fast and mumbled* I don't know what to do...I've got writers block and it doesn't make any sense and I can't find the anwer...why is this happening...it just doesn't make any sense...I just don't understand...this isn't fair...what is going ooooooonnnnnn!
Fakir: *staring* This is the author of that pretty creative and intriging story the Secrets in the Circus? What the hell? Duck, you had better not get that emotional cause...that's just stupid. Will you stop? You're giving writers a bad name.
Oh-snap: *stops suddenly* Okay. Are you sure I'm not going to die?
Fakir: Only if you stab yourself with the pen (which you AREN'T using cause you're typing on a computer.
Duck: Which hasn't been invented yet)
Fakir: ...and even then you still probably won't kill yourself. However, if you lock yourself in your room and starve yourself then you could easily die but other than that, I seriously doubt you're going to die.
Oh-snap: I won't starve myself. I like food. Actually I'm the Shaggy of my family. *really wide smile*
Duck: Shaggy? Who's that?
Fakir: Some hippy from this other show. Don't worry about him, he's even dumber than you and he eats way more than you too.
Duck: Oh.
Oh-snap: Hey! Don't call Duck or Shaggy stupid! They're both awesome cause they're funny.
Duck: Awe, thanks Oh-snap.
Fakir: Suck up.
Oh-snap: Shut up Fakir or I'll kill you.
Fakir: I'd like to see you try. I'm an animated character and you aren't so have fun trying to figure that one out.
Oh-snap: Huh, you're right. Dang it! I can't kill an animated character, f%#&ing s*^t!
Duck: Oh-snap! Careful what you say, that's not very nice.
Oh-snap: Oops, it slipped. *innocent smile*
Fakir: Yeah right.
Oh-snap: Shut up! *sudden realization* Wait a second, if animated characters can't die then...what about all the villians that get killed? If they don't really die then what happens to them?
*everyone silently thinks*
Duck: That's a good question. I guess they go to...um, what's that place called that ghosts go to?
Fakir: Limbo?
Duck: Yeah, that place. Do you think that's where they go?
Oh-snap: I don't know. There could be a huge conspiracy over this. We must tell it to the world! Get the word out! I'll get posters and start puting it up on the internet. You guys could go out and picket the White House and we must tell the people. They must know! This could be the biggest thing since the Titanic!
Fakir: I really think you're blowing this out of proportion. Duck?
Duck: Yeah, she's getting a bit exstatic.
Drosselmeyer: Why don't you ask a dead villian?
Duck and Fakir: What the hell are you doing here!?
Oh-snap: A revolution will be started! The world as we know it will get turned on it's head and we won't any longer live in the Northern Hemisphere but in the Southern...
Fakir: Oh-snap?
Oh-snap: Maybe we'll start living in the jungle of Nool where we'll meet Horton and see the speck with Mr. Mayor and his wife. Oh that would be so cool! The Dr. Suess characters would make more sense than the real people and...
Fakir: OH-SNAP!
Oh-snap: What!? *points at Drosselmeyer* Oh, hi, when did you get here? I was just thinking...holy crap! Drosselmeyer!? Wha...how...who...where?
Drosselemeyer: Hello to you too Oh-snap. I've come to answer your question about where dead villians go and to explain how it works that I can come back but...
Duck: ...the others can't?
Fakir: Shut up Duck, we don't want to encourage him. He's even more of a jerk than I am.
Oh-snap: You wanna bet?
Fakir: You shut up too.
Duck: *curiously* So what does happen to dead villians?
Drosselmeyer: Well, you see, once we are killed in the story we are no longer needed in the story so we head to a place for us villians to hang out. It's more of paradise there because we get to sit around and chat with each other and watch T.V. and play poker and...
Oh-snap: So it's just Hades' lair?
Drosselmeyer: How did you guess?
Oh-snap: That's just something I'd expect from a villian like him. So, if it's not torture or what not, is that why you don't come back?
Drosselmeyer: Ha ha ha. No, not at all my young author. It's just that they're too lazy. Once they get a taste of not having to actually do anything and get whatever they want they just don't want to come back.
Fakir: Then why the hell do you keep coming back!?
Drosselmeyer: I just love writing stories and making my characters do things. I just love watching them run around and play out my ingenius creations.
Fakir: You freaking jerk. Can't you just sit in a rocky chair with a book and let the world pass you by without messing with it. God, you're annoying!
Drosselmeyer: I could always coax the Raven back for another show down.
All: NO!
Drosselmeyer: *laughing* Didn't think so. Oh, my, look at the time. I've gotta get back.
Oh-snap: Get back where?
Drosselmeyer: To my grave. It seems that if I leave little Uzura too long she starts messing with the gears and everything gets thrown out of its place. So, until next time, toodles.
Fakir: *waits for old man to leave* Did he just say toodles?
Duck: Uh-huh.
Fakir: I am so embarrassed he's related to me.
Oh-snap: Well, fun fact, fun fact, fun fact! There went your fun fact. I hope that everyone reading got just a bit more edumacated.
Fakir: Oh, yeah, that's just great. Break the fourth wall.
Duck: Fourth wall? But all the walls are still here.
Fakir: I'll explain it later, Duck.
Duck: Okay.
Oh-snap: Well, I gotta go because I'ma gonna eat. Slaters!
Fakir: Moron.