"SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL SHEEN AND CREAM PUFFS."

The minions and couple were standing in the doorway, watching Rightway as he backwards-flew all around the meeting room.

It was complete chaos. Bikes rode with no rider across the ceilings. Pigs with wings swam with a perfect backwards breaststroke, while dancing pianos tap-danced themselves across a football oval filled with footballs kicking humans around. Monocles popped like bubbles and reformed everywhere in the air, and buffalo were walking on their front hooves with shirts on their legs and pants on their heads.

The summoned chaotic things were causing a massive delay in getting to Rightway. Frustrated, Raven picked up a nearby pig and hopped onto its back.

"To Rightway!" she yelled, pointing at said alter-ego.

The pig gave a bark and flipped over onto its back, so that all the blood rushed to Raven's head. "GAAAH!" she yelled in surprise. "GUYS, CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME?"

"A'right, jes' hang on!" called O'Chunks, and tackled the pig to the ground. Howling, the pig bucked O'Chunks off of itself, then resumed its lazy swim through the air.

"Ow," commented Mimi.

"Dimentio, get rid of them, commanded Count Blumiere!" Count Blumiere commanded.

Dimentio smirked in reply and clicked his fingers. Immediately, all the summoned chaos-bringers disappeared.

"Good job, 'K?" said Nastasia grudgingly.

But it didn't last long. A full ten seconds later, twice the amount of chaos-bringers had popped into the room.

"PAINTBRUSH!" screamed Rightway, and a giant mouse appeared, which charged at the minions and couple before blowing them out of the room with a gust of paint that streamed from its eyes like fountains.

The door slammed with a shut, and there was the squawk of a chicken. Timpani ran to the door and tried to tug it open, but her efforts yielded nothing.

"Damn," panted the ex-Pixl.

"How are we gonna get those meanie-heads outta there?" whined Mimi.

"Ask Dimentio," growled Raven.

"What?"

"You got us into this mess!" yelled Raven, prodding the jester in the chest.

"She's got a point," agreed O'Chunks.

"Hmm," murmured the Count, pulling his top hat down. Timpani approached him, but his head suddenly flew up.

"I've GOT IT!"

"What is it?" asked Nastasia.

"The longer Rightway is in control of Mr. L's body, the stranger he becomes!" exclaimed the Count, beginning to pace furiously. "Therefore, he becomes even MORE angered by logic every time we try to approach him normally."

"So what you're sayin' is...?" said O'Chunks.

"All we have to do is act completely and utterly ridiculous in order to get to him!" concluded Blumiere, slamming his scepter handle down on the floor in triumph.

"What d'ya have in mind?" asked the Scotsman.

Dimentio's head perked up. "I may have an idea..."