The casino employees stared at Monty Bank in stunned disbelief. Nobody said anything, they were all too shocked. How was this even possible? How could Monty Bank suddenly be their new employer? It wasn't long before outrage broke out. Phear Lap had to stop Chimes from banging his cymbals in anger. Pirouletta shouted "How dare you!" But Hopus was already running right at Monty, twirling his magic wand with a mad look in his eyes.

"You're gonna pay for this!" Hopus yelled. He waved his wand furiously and a whole barrage of rabbit skulls zeroed in on Monty Bank.

But they were all in for another shock when Monty lazily flung out magical dollar-bills from his hands which sliced through Hopus' rabbit-skulls like butter. It seemed that Monty was a dangerous enemy now. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Monty chortled mockingly at Hopus who was backing away from him. "If you value your job AND your life…you'll all do what I say."

Growling in fury, Mr. Wheezy also tried siccing his cigarette bats after Monty, but similar to Hopus, Monty shot them down with his razor-sharp dollar-bills and didn't miss a single target. "Impossible!" Wheezy said disgustedly. "There's no way the Devil would allow a two-faced sneak like you run his casino!"

"Ah but you're wrong," Monty said with an unpleasant sneer. "As a matter of fact, I have every right." With that, Monty reached into his sleek-black suit and pulled out a contract which he opened and showed to the others. "This soul-contract officially makes me the new owner of Inkwell Hell Casino. You'll find the Devil's signature neatly written on the bottom."

Dice ripped the soul-contract out of Monty's hand to read it for himself while Wheezy scoffed upon this. "Nice try, pally. I'll bet it's a fake signature. There's no way the Devil would ever agree to something like that. The Devil is proud of his successful business. He would never give it up so easily!"

But Dice looked up from the soul-contract and he was wearing a grim scowl. "It is the Devil's signature." The other employees looked at him in shock.

"Are…are you sure?" Chips asked him. "Yer sure that's the Devil signature? I think Wheezy's right. This buffoon is a total snake in the grass. We can't trust em'!"

"(Hic) I agree!" Rumulus said, eying Monty with mistrust. "There's no way we're serving this loon. We work for the Devil. We refuse to serve anybody else!"

Despite his employees' complaints, Dice knew the Devil and unfortunately he could recognize the Devil's signature written on this soul-contract. As much as he didn't like it, it seemed that they had no choice. With utter loathing in his eyes, Dice's hands shook with fury as he realized that the Devil wasn't coming back. Monty must have done something to force the Devil to give him what he wanted. But how? How did Monty Bank manage to get the better of an all powerful being like the Devil himself? And where was the Devil now? Dice's rage got the better of him that he furiously began to rip the soul-contract to pieces.

As the pieces lay on the ground, they then magically began to form back together and the contract restored itself. Monty laughed at him as Dice saw that the soul-contract was legal and unbinding. Now Dice angrily summoned his poker-cards and fired them hard as he could at the Monty. But like with the others, Monty fired back his dollar-bills and they sliced through his poor cards too. Monty was in charge now and he possessed powerful dark magic to boot. Nobody was able to oppose him. Without further ado, Monty ordered them all to get back to work.

"You work for me now," Monty said to Dice who glared hatefully. "Get back to work. All of you! And don't even think of trying anything funny. If none of you is going to be useful, you'll be destroyed instead!" Then Monty turned away laughing all the while. "Time to move into my new office. There is going to be a lot of changes here in the casino."

The casino employees had no choice but to accept these unwanted new circumstances. One by one, they went back to their regular posts. Tipsy Troop returned to running the bar, Mr. Chimes went back to his claw-machine, Pip and Dot had to drag away a fuming Hopus who was still itching to attack Monty again. Mr. Wheezy, Pirouletta and Chips Bettigan threw dirty looks at Monty Bank before going back to their respective jobs. Mangosteen still looked worried but went back to the pool hall. And Phear Lap had to place a hand on Dice's shoulder and guide him away too.

"How could this have happened?" Dice said through gritted teeth. "The Devil would never give ownership of the casino to anyone. Especially to the likes of Monty Bank! Something fishy is going on. I don't trust that guy at all."

Phear Lap nodded his head but he seemed to want to talk to Dice before going back to the racetrack. "What troubles me most is that Monty Bank seems to hold some power over the Devil. Not an easy feat. There's no doubt that Monty Bank has managed to trick the Devil somehow."

Dice turned determinedly to the skeletal horse. "We gotta do something! The Devil is still out there. We can't let that Monty Bank call the shots around here. Isn't there anything we can do?"

Phear Lap did something strange. He looked around the busy casino to make sure nobody was listening in. Then he leaned closer and whispered to Dice. "I'll send out one of my best riders to scope out Inkwell Isles. They'll have a better chance on locating the Devil than his imps. In the meantime, keep this info under your hat."

"Right," Dice said also keeping his voice low. "Don't worry about Mr. Bank. I can deal with him. Just let me know if you locate the Devil." Dice straightened up, fixed his bowtie and put on his best polite smile. But his eyes glowed an ominous green. "We'll be rid of Monty Bank yet. We'll keep him busy until the rightful owner of Inkwell Hell Casino returns…"

In no time at all, news spread that Monty Bank was the new owner of the Inkwell Hell. The other demons were especially disgusted by this and were tempted to remove the scumbag at once. But unfortunately Monty's soul-contract prevented anyone from forcing him from the casino. And as a result, it wasn't long before he became more of an unwanted pest. Monty Bank proved to be a sloppy, irresponsible owner. All he cared about was indulging in his own selfish desires and wants.

Dice went about his regular duties but every now and then he'd cast repulsed looks over at Monty who sat around surrounded by beautiful women while getting drunk and showing off his power, wealth and status. It was a sickening sight that Dice kept balling his hands into fists and was constantly fighting the urge to punch the guy. But at the same time he was still worried about the Devil. The Devil must be rolling over in hell upon seeing the way Monty Bank was tarnishing the reputation of Inkwell Hell Casino. Nobody respected Monty Bank in the slightest and it really showed…

Dice was standing nearby and watching over the card-players when Ginette came up to him. "Excuse me, King Dice. We have a problem over here," she informed him. There Ginette led him over to where he found Monty and Ol' Ethan in the middle of an argument.

"I said fill her up! So pour me some liquor!" A drunken Monty was angrily holding out his glass-cup.

"(Hic) Nope. I'm not filling it up," Ol' Ethan hiccupped stubbornly with his back turned on Monty.

"Hey I am talking to you! I said fill it up!" Monty demanded again.

"(Hic) Nope. I'm not doing it," Ol' Ethan refused.

"Pour me some liquor now! Give it to me!" Monty was shouting now while slurring his words.

Dice turned his eyes to Ol' Ethan. "You heard him. Give it to him," he said calmly.

With that, Ol' Ethan deliberately splashed Monty's face with whiskey. And now he and Ginette shared a laugh at the look on Monty's face now sopping wet with liquor. And then Monty caught the smug satisfaction on Dice's face. "You…you… You'll all pay for this!" Monty said, furiously wiping his face with a handkerchief.

And then Monty started to display more foul magic. Using both hands, Monty suddenly summoned mean-looking moneybags with eyes and nasty fangs. Dice, Ginette and Ol' Ethan watched uneasily as those horrible pets immediately scattered throughout the casino, causing some patrons to scream and scatter. It was Monty's turn to look smug. "I get it now. You're all nothing but the Devil's minions," he said. "Well I need minions of my own. If any of you try to cause trouble, my pet meanie-bags will take a bite outta you!"

Now the Inkwell Hell Casino was overrun with the creepy money-bags that crawled crab-like around and would sink its fangs into anyone they didn't like. It made working in the casino even harder. Dice had to put a stop to a fight between Mangosteen and one of the meanie-bags. "He bit me first!" Mangosteen said irritably. Dice has also had to give one of the meanie-bags a good kick when one of them started gnawing on his shoe. Then later Dice ended up encountering another problem involving Monty Bank.

Dice was still trying to wipe the saliva off his shoe when Monty came marching up to him in an angry fit. "Hey you! One of your employees just gave me a good kick to the face! And that talking cigar won't do anything about it!"

With a sigh of annoyance, Dice went to follow his so-called new boss. He's never had this much hassle in the casino when the Devil was running it. Dice went over to the roulette section where he found Pirouletta still glaring at Monty while Wheezy was eying Monty with exasperation. "What's going on here?" Dice asked them.

"This creep thought he could make some with me!" Pirouletta pointed an accusing finger at Monty. "I told him to buzz off and he grabbed my tush! Of course I gave him a kick to the head."

"It was just a harmless tap," Monty said impatiently. But he continued to gaze lecherously at Pirouletta. "I'm sure it was only a misunderstanding. I'm willing to forgive it if you'll join me for a drink. Whaddya say, dollface?"

But Pirouletta turned her nose up at him. "Gross. You're disgusting! I'm not interested in dating a foul little stinker like you! And besides, I'm already seeing someone else."

"Grrrr! I don't stink!" Monty said angrily. "Nobody talks to me that way! I am your boss!" Now Monty turned to Wheezy who had been watching from his ashtray. "I'm firing this brazen little hussy. Kindly escort her out of the casino!"

But Wheezy merely smirked defiantly back at Monty Bank. "I don't see what the problem is," he said. "Pirouletta did nothing wrong. It was self-defense, pure and simple. She's got a right to smack unwanted cads."

Now Monty angrily turned to Dice. "You're the manager around here. You dismiss Pirouletta!"

But Dice crossed his arms over his chest and smirked tauntingly back at Monty. "I have to agree with Wheezy. Pirouletta has done nothing wrong. She stays. I'd advise you to not cross her again, Mr. Bank. Miss Pirouletta is not quite as delicate as she appears."

Monty glared both at Dice and Wheezy. It seemed that he'd been overruled. "Fine. I'll punish her myself," Monty said spitefully. With that, he whistled for one of his meanie-bags over. "Take a bite outta her!" he ordered it.

Dice lifted his hand to fling his poker-cards at the attacking meanie-bag but Wheezy already beaten him to it. Wheezy blew a fireball powerful enough to smack the meanie-bag and set it on fire. As the meanie-bag ran off in a panic, Monty flung his hand and a dollar-bill sliced Wheezy in two. "Wheezy! NO!" Pirouletta let out a scream and hurried to Wheezy's side who fallen off his ashtray. As Pirouletta gently cradled Wheezy's head, she looked up in horror as Monty stepped toward her. But Dice immediately moved in to block Monty.

"You've done enough. Leave," Dice said coldly. Monty gave him an ugly look but Dice didn't back down and didn't break eye-contact. Finally Monty turned and walked off in a huff. As soon as he was gone, Dice turned back to Pirouletta who was tearfully holding Wheezy in her arms.

"(Cough) (Ack) That rotten slimeball is so dead," Wheezy croaked weakly. Then his expression softened as he gazed up at Pirouletta. "I was careless. I couldn't let him get you too, Pirouletta."

"Thank you, Wheezy," Pirouletta kissed his forehead in gratitude. There she carefully placed Wheezy back in his ashtray where he would be able to restore himself back to health. But still looking upset, she turned to Dice. "He's a monster. We've got to do something about Monty Bank! He'll ruin the casino!"

Things were only going to continue to go downhill in the casino. Three times Dice had to rescue people from the rabid meanie-bags. Dice hurried toward the claw-machine where Mr. Chimes was making quite a loud racket. A meanie-bag had gotten stuck inside and was now trying to turn the poor toy monkey into its own chew toy. Dice managed to pull it out but not without receiving a couple of bites himself. Finally Dice had enough and thought to go complain to Monty to put collars on his pet meanie-bags.

Monty Bank managed to get past those bothersome imps and sneak into the Devil's office. Now that he was here, he could finally get a crack at that safe. Monty approached the safe with a greedy grin and just when he was trying to figure out how to open it, he ducked his head in the nick of time when a poker-card suddenly went whizzing by like a bullet, missing him by mere inches. When Monty spun around, he saw King Dice standing there in the doorway, looking at him with utter loathing.

"You shouldn't be in here," Dice said, walking into the office. He hadn't taken his eyes off Monty Bank. "The Devil's riches don't belong to you. You need to leave at once."

"Oh please…," Monty said with a dismissive snicker. "I've won ownership of the Inkwell Hell Casino. Everything here belongs to me." When Dice didn't leave, Monty grew annoyed with his presence. "What is your deal? You're just as much a sleaze as I am. Who are you to think you're better than me? You take advantage of the Devil's deals just as much as the rest of us."

"No…I don't," Dice said adamantly.

Monty regarded Dice for a moment and wondered why the die-headed man was so quick to defend a despicable creature like the Devil. He thought he detected a bit of emotion in Dice's tone of voice that it suddenly occurred to him how fiercely loyal Dice was to his boss. "Wait now… Don't tell me…," it finally dawned on Monty. "You and the Devil?"

"Don't be ridiculous. The Devil means nothing to me," Dice lied. "He's my boss. Nothing else. We work well together because there's something in it for both of us." And as Dice said it, he realized how similar it sounded to the Devil telling his fellow demons that Dice was only a weak and puny mortal. Now Dice finally understood. The Devil was trying to protect him. And now he needed to protect the Devil.

Monty Bank didn't seem to give it any more thought after that. But nonetheless, he couldn't resist gloating to Dice. "It doesn't matter now. The Devil can't stop me. I promise I'll take good care of this fine establishment. And if you don't like it, you can always quit! Hah ha ha ha ha ha!"

Dice was seething with anger again but managed to calm himself down and keep his temper in check. But it made him all the more determined to stay. Somebody needed to watch over the casino and the Devil trusted no one but him. And yet as Dice stood alone in the office, he was already missing his boss. The Devil was a natural leader, wise, intimidating and fearless. But also possessing the intelligence, the business-sense and the know-how to run a successful casino. The Devil was the only one Dice work for.

With a gloomy sigh, Dice was about to return to the casino to make sure no other mishaps happened when suddenly Phear Lap came hurrying into the office. "King Dice! Dice! I finally found you!"

"What is it? Don't tell me those meanie-bags have frightened the racehorses again," Dice said wearily.

But what Phear Lap said next totally caught Dice's attention without fail. "No. It's the Devil! One of my riders has found the Devil. I know where the Devil is!"