The sounds of a cartoon carried out into the hallway as Mimi entered the TV room. She made her way over to the couch where O'Chunks and Mr. L were seated. "Ello, lass," O'Chunks greeted.
She turned to him and then, noticing that his beard was glistening in the light of the TV screen, reached out to touch it.
"Mimi?" O'Chunks said, leaning backwards away from her hand. "Water ye doin'?"
"Why is your beard full of glitter?" the green shape-shifter asked.
"Oh dat? I dunno. Jes done sparkled all o' ah sudden," the muscleman shrugged.
"Huh," replied Mimi, sitting down in between the two men. "I think it's pretty," she continued, causing O'Chunks to blush a bit.
Mimi watched the TV for a second, then, after seeing what was on, asked, "Mr. L, are you watching Spongebob?"
"I-what?! No! That wasn't-" he stammered, fumbling for the remote control and changing the channel to The Legend of Korra. Mimi giggled and L just groaned and gave up trying to explain himself.
After a moment of quietly watching Korra firebend the stuffing out of some bad guys, Mimi brought up the topic of the day's breakfast oddities. "Do you guys remember all that weird stuff that happened earlier? Like the orange juice from the sink?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," responded Mr. L. "I still have no idea how juice got into the plumbing."
"Yeh, en Dimentio's pancakes done caught on fire," chuckled O'Chunks.
"Haha! That was hilarious! That look on his face!" laughed Mr. L. All three started to laugh, forgetting their earlier fear of spontaneous combustion.
Speaking of Dimentio, the jester himself floated in and asked, "What are we all laughing about?" They fell silent for a moment, then started laughing even harder.
Instead of his usual purple and yellow motley, Dimentio's clothes were now pink and red with little heart-shaped bells and lavender tights. Tears streaming from his eyes, Mr. L jokingly asked, "What's up, yon jester of love?"
"Is it Valentine's day?" Mimi laughed.
"Haha. Very funny," Dimentio frowned, glaring at them. "When I find who did this to all of my clothing, they shall suffer the agony of a thousand deaths."
"Why din ye jes wear teh stickeh one?" asked O'Chunks after they had sobered up.
"For your information, that outfit had changed as well after I got out of the shower. It was somehow still sticky too," replied Dimentio, seating himself in his regular chair beside the couch.
They giggled to themselves for another moment while Dimentio sourly watched TV, before Mr. L commented. "Another strange thing happened today," he said. "When I looked out the window earlier, I saw the usual void."
"And?" Dimentio said with an eyebrow raised.
"Out the window further down the hallway, I saw grass and trees and stuff. There's no nature in Dimension Bleck!"
"Huh," noted Mimi. "It's like when I went outside earlier and parts of the walls were all sorts of different colors."
"Oh that reminds me," continued Dimentio. "Your entire room has turned from pink to gray."
"And what were you doing in there, might I ask?" huffed Mimi.
"Why, reading your diary of course," replied Dimentio with a smirk.
"Dimentio, you big dummy head! I told you to stay away from my stuff!" Mimi shouted in rage.
"And since when do I listen to rules?" said a very smug jester.
"You'll pay for that later, jerk face. Right now I've gotta go find some paint. Grey is so icky," Mimi said, wandering off to go survey the damage.
"Good," sighed O'Chunks. "Now we ken watch teh tele withou' listenin' teh you two bicker like wee siblings." Dimentio snorted, unamused, and Mr. L smirked.
Unbeknownst to him, the TV remote was slowly rising from his hand into the air. When all three men noticed it levitating there, it aimed itself at the TV and flew into the middle of the screen at a high velocity, completely cracking the screen and causing the whole thing to short out.
"What in the worlds?" Mr. L asked, bearing an expression of complete bafflement.
O'Chunks stood up, fists clenched in anger. "Great. Thanks o' lot, L," he said.
"I didn't do anything!" Mr. L balked. "Dimentio, you did that to get back at me, didn't you!"
A likewise bewildered Dimentio raised his hands defensively and said, "Why would I destroy one of the best sources of entertainment in this curséd place?"
O'Chunks stomped and growled, "I don care how it happened, somebody's gonna fix it!" He then stormed off to angrily file a report and a request for a new television set.
Before more accusations could be cast, Nastasia peeked her head around the doorframe at the other side of the room. Seeing the remote control sticking out of the TV like some sort of stray and lonely javelin, Nastasia turned to the two men cowering in their seats, her eyebrows already settling into a position of fury.
Dimentio immediately pointed at Mr. L, and her anger was quickly set upon him. "Um, Mr. L, care to explain why the TV remote is currently residing in the middle of the screen?" she asked, barely containing her rage.
"I didn't do that!" L said, pressing himself as far into the couch as he could go in an attempt to escape her furious glare. "It did that by itself!"
"Sure it did," Nastasia responded, not at all amused. "And were you the last one to have it?"
"Well, yes. But-"
She cut him off. "Then this is coming out of your paycheck. You're responsible for disposing of it and finding a suitable replacement."
With the punishment doled out, Nastasia walked away, a scowl still on her face and her patience gone. She noticed Dimentio, who was bearing a suspicious and nervous looking smile, and opened her mouth to say something. Changing her mind after seeing what he was wearing, she instead said, "You know what? I'm not gonna ask." Then she vanished out the door.
"But but but…" Mr. L trailed off.
Dimentio laid a hand on his shoulder and said, "It just isn't your day, is it L."
"I hate you," Mr. L sobbed into his hands. Dimentio chuckled and left L to grieve his misfortune.