Starbucks Coffee, Seattle, the next morning
The next morning before breakfast, Demonica looked at her face in the mirror, concealer in hand, trying haphazardly to cover up, or at least make a little less noticeable, the scars from the night before. Just as she was about to get to work covering up her already blackened eye, The Frau's screeching voice filled the air,
"Scott!" She shouted, "Demonica! Breakfast!"
"Oh damn!" Demonica shrieked, throwing down her make up bag onto the floor, hastily picking up her hairbrush and trying to pull her already out of control mane into some kind of order. Deciding that she was fighting a losing battle she flung down her hairbrush in despair and raced from her room down the corridor towards the main chamber. She stopped just outside the door, took a deep breath and walked in.
Everyone was already seated when she entered. She hurriedly took her place next to Scott who stifled a laugh. His cut was still visible, she noted,
"You watch what you say." She muttered in what she thought to be a menacing tone, just loud enough for Scott to hear. Scott shot her a look of disdain and mockery danced in his eyes.
He sneezed loudly, a sneeze which sounded suspiciously like, "Panda!"
Dr. Evil said uncertainly, "Bless You." Scott rolled his eyes yet again,
"What interesting eye make up you have this morning, Demonica." he said.
"Yes, well I see you were a little over enthusiastic with the poster paints....just below your right eye." Demonica shot back. Scott looked down uncomfortably.
"Yes, what happened to your eye?" Enquired Frau Fabissina.
As Scott opened his mouth to speak he was saved by the sound of evil laughter, Demonica looked around the room but no one was laughing. Instead Number Two got up from the table and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a telephone.
"It's for you." He said, handing the receiver to Scott.
"Hello?" He said, a puzzled expression on his face, an expression which softened as he listened to the person on the other end of the line,
"Oh, hey." He said. Demonica took a sip of her coffee but continued to listen to the convocation so she could assitain who it was her brother was speaking to.
"Uh huh." He said, nodding.
"Oh yeah, everything's fine here." He muttered, fixing Demonica with an icy stare, she quickly looked away and concentrated on her donought.
"Yeah, that'll be great." Scott said, sipping his cappuccino.
"Okay. See you." He finished and hung up the receiver. He took a last gulp of his drink, wiped his mouth and got up, every eye around the table followed him as he walked towards the door.
"Scott?" Frau Fabissina said as he reached the door.
"Yeah?" He muttered, without turning round.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." He said and he walked through the door and slammed it behind him.
~~~~~~
Austin Powers' Shag Pad, London, England
World famous International Man of Mystery Austin Powers was having lunch at his London physcadelic ŒShag Pad', when his television/link with the British Ministry of Defence, suddenly switched itself on. The picture of an older blonde haired man filled the screen,
"Hello, Austin." He said, smiling inanely, "Its Basil Exposition here from the Ministry of Defence."
"Hi Basil." Austin said, putting his food to one side and slipping his Swedish made penis enlarger behind him so it was out of sight.
Basil continued, "So Austin, how's life with you and Felicity?"
Austin's face saddened for a moment, "She got bored of the nineties, said it wasn't groovy enough' and eloped back to the sixties with Austin from ten minutes from now." He looked thoughtful for a moment but then turned his attentions back to Basil, "So Basil, how are things with you?"
"Not good I'm afraid Austin, we at the Ministry of Defence have had reports that Dr. Evil has taken over the White House and is now holding the President to ransom."
"All right baby! I'll be right there!" Austin said, switching off the television, flinging his orange velvet coat over his shoulder and strolling out of his pad.
~~~~~~
Starbucks Coffee, Seattle
"Get me the President of the United States of America!" Shouted Dr. Evil loudly as Demonica, Frau Fabissina, Mini-Me, Dr. Evil and Number Two sat around the table in Starbucks.
"Er, sir," Number Two said cautiously, Dr. Evil raised an eyebrow, "you already have contact with the President, you have taken over the White House."
"I know, I know." Dr. Evil said, lifting his hands up as a gesture of despair at his minions, "I was just practising you know."
Demonica scoffed, seeing as her brother wasn't there - he still hadn't got back from wherever he had gone - she decided it was her job to scoff in all right places where Scott usually would.
Suddenly the ground began to shake, Demonica gripped the table,
"Do....do...you get earthquakes in Seattle?" She asked, the vibrations nearly falling off her chair as she spoke.
"No littl' lady but yoo doo get Fat Bastard's in Seattle." A think Scottish accent filled the air as a huge man wearing a kilt, a dirty white t-shirt and a tartan waistcoat which was clearly about ten sizes too small for him.
"Demonica," Dr. Evil said, "I'd like you to meet Fat Bastard."
Demonica managed a weak smile, "Hi." she muttered.
"So Fat Bastard," Dr. Evil continued, "What brings you here?"
"Food!" The huge man shouted, causing millions of tiny balls of spit to fly out of his mouth, "I want my baby-back-baby-back-baby-back-baby-back ribs!" He said, doing a little dance as he said it.
"Riiiiiight." Dr. Evil spoke, "Chef!" He shouted, a man wearing a small red hat with a tassel and an apron came out from behind the counter where usually a fine array of beverages were being served by a gangly teen. "We would like to be served now, the usual for myself, Frau, Number Two and Demonica, a hot pocket for Mini-Me and some baby back ribs for Fat Bastard."
The red hatted man nodded and went back behind the counter, returning a few minutes later with a trolley, he gave each person their meal except for Fat Bastard, again he went behind the counter, reappearing with the trolley piled high with huge ribs.
"Eugh!" Demonica muttered, "That is seriously sick."
They ate in relative silence which was only broken by the slobbering of Fat Bastard. When they had finished their meals the red hatted man returned with the trolley and put everyones plates, including Fat Bastard on it.
Then it happened.
Fat Bastard burped.
Now this burp was not a polite burp - if their could ever be a polite burp - this was the champion of burps. It reverberated around the room and filled it with such a stench that Demonica nearly passed out.
"Sorry." Fat Bastard said, clearly unaffected by the effect his utterance had caused, "Anyway, I betta goo noo."
"Yes, you better." Dr. Evil agreed.
The room shook again as Fat Bastard left.
A few minutes later the door slammed again, Mini-Me shook and nearly fell out of his chair,
"God, if that's that big fat Scottish thing again I'm so outta here." Demonica mumbled but she didn't have to worry because a couple of moments later Scott entered, his hair now a fiery red colour.
"Nice hair." Demonica said sarcastically, Scott shot her a withering look.
"You missed dinner Scott." Frau Fabissina said to her son.
"Already ate." He replied, "Hey, I want you to meet someone."
The red hatted man moved towards the table from behind the counter. Scott moved to the door and beckoned into the corridor. A girl, not very tall, with aurbuny hair and blue eyes wearing long jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt entered.
"I'd like you to meet, Telsie Levine, my girlfriend."
An uneasy silence filled the room as Telsie stepped forward and stood by Scott's side. Frau Fabissina nodded slowly, Number Two didn't react at all, Mini-Me was too busy eating his Jell-O to care and Demonica's eyes just kept getting wider, that only left Dr. Evil,
"Riiiiiiight......" He said slowly.
The next morning before breakfast, Demonica looked at her face in the mirror, concealer in hand, trying haphazardly to cover up, or at least make a little less noticeable, the scars from the night before. Just as she was about to get to work covering up her already blackened eye, The Frau's screeching voice filled the air,
"Scott!" She shouted, "Demonica! Breakfast!"
"Oh damn!" Demonica shrieked, throwing down her make up bag onto the floor, hastily picking up her hairbrush and trying to pull her already out of control mane into some kind of order. Deciding that she was fighting a losing battle she flung down her hairbrush in despair and raced from her room down the corridor towards the main chamber. She stopped just outside the door, took a deep breath and walked in.
Everyone was already seated when she entered. She hurriedly took her place next to Scott who stifled a laugh. His cut was still visible, she noted,
"You watch what you say." She muttered in what she thought to be a menacing tone, just loud enough for Scott to hear. Scott shot her a look of disdain and mockery danced in his eyes.
He sneezed loudly, a sneeze which sounded suspiciously like, "Panda!"
Dr. Evil said uncertainly, "Bless You." Scott rolled his eyes yet again,
"What interesting eye make up you have this morning, Demonica." he said.
"Yes, well I see you were a little over enthusiastic with the poster paints....just below your right eye." Demonica shot back. Scott looked down uncomfortably.
"Yes, what happened to your eye?" Enquired Frau Fabissina.
As Scott opened his mouth to speak he was saved by the sound of evil laughter, Demonica looked around the room but no one was laughing. Instead Number Two got up from the table and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a telephone.
"It's for you." He said, handing the receiver to Scott.
"Hello?" He said, a puzzled expression on his face, an expression which softened as he listened to the person on the other end of the line,
"Oh, hey." He said. Demonica took a sip of her coffee but continued to listen to the convocation so she could assitain who it was her brother was speaking to.
"Uh huh." He said, nodding.
"Oh yeah, everything's fine here." He muttered, fixing Demonica with an icy stare, she quickly looked away and concentrated on her donought.
"Yeah, that'll be great." Scott said, sipping his cappuccino.
"Okay. See you." He finished and hung up the receiver. He took a last gulp of his drink, wiped his mouth and got up, every eye around the table followed him as he walked towards the door.
"Scott?" Frau Fabissina said as he reached the door.
"Yeah?" He muttered, without turning round.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." He said and he walked through the door and slammed it behind him.
~~~~~~
Austin Powers' Shag Pad, London, England
World famous International Man of Mystery Austin Powers was having lunch at his London physcadelic ŒShag Pad', when his television/link with the British Ministry of Defence, suddenly switched itself on. The picture of an older blonde haired man filled the screen,
"Hello, Austin." He said, smiling inanely, "Its Basil Exposition here from the Ministry of Defence."
"Hi Basil." Austin said, putting his food to one side and slipping his Swedish made penis enlarger behind him so it was out of sight.
Basil continued, "So Austin, how's life with you and Felicity?"
Austin's face saddened for a moment, "She got bored of the nineties, said it wasn't groovy enough' and eloped back to the sixties with Austin from ten minutes from now." He looked thoughtful for a moment but then turned his attentions back to Basil, "So Basil, how are things with you?"
"Not good I'm afraid Austin, we at the Ministry of Defence have had reports that Dr. Evil has taken over the White House and is now holding the President to ransom."
"All right baby! I'll be right there!" Austin said, switching off the television, flinging his orange velvet coat over his shoulder and strolling out of his pad.
~~~~~~
Starbucks Coffee, Seattle
"Get me the President of the United States of America!" Shouted Dr. Evil loudly as Demonica, Frau Fabissina, Mini-Me, Dr. Evil and Number Two sat around the table in Starbucks.
"Er, sir," Number Two said cautiously, Dr. Evil raised an eyebrow, "you already have contact with the President, you have taken over the White House."
"I know, I know." Dr. Evil said, lifting his hands up as a gesture of despair at his minions, "I was just practising you know."
Demonica scoffed, seeing as her brother wasn't there - he still hadn't got back from wherever he had gone - she decided it was her job to scoff in all right places where Scott usually would.
Suddenly the ground began to shake, Demonica gripped the table,
"Do....do...you get earthquakes in Seattle?" She asked, the vibrations nearly falling off her chair as she spoke.
"No littl' lady but yoo doo get Fat Bastard's in Seattle." A think Scottish accent filled the air as a huge man wearing a kilt, a dirty white t-shirt and a tartan waistcoat which was clearly about ten sizes too small for him.
"Demonica," Dr. Evil said, "I'd like you to meet Fat Bastard."
Demonica managed a weak smile, "Hi." she muttered.
"So Fat Bastard," Dr. Evil continued, "What brings you here?"
"Food!" The huge man shouted, causing millions of tiny balls of spit to fly out of his mouth, "I want my baby-back-baby-back-baby-back-baby-back ribs!" He said, doing a little dance as he said it.
"Riiiiiight." Dr. Evil spoke, "Chef!" He shouted, a man wearing a small red hat with a tassel and an apron came out from behind the counter where usually a fine array of beverages were being served by a gangly teen. "We would like to be served now, the usual for myself, Frau, Number Two and Demonica, a hot pocket for Mini-Me and some baby back ribs for Fat Bastard."
The red hatted man nodded and went back behind the counter, returning a few minutes later with a trolley, he gave each person their meal except for Fat Bastard, again he went behind the counter, reappearing with the trolley piled high with huge ribs.
"Eugh!" Demonica muttered, "That is seriously sick."
They ate in relative silence which was only broken by the slobbering of Fat Bastard. When they had finished their meals the red hatted man returned with the trolley and put everyones plates, including Fat Bastard on it.
Then it happened.
Fat Bastard burped.
Now this burp was not a polite burp - if their could ever be a polite burp - this was the champion of burps. It reverberated around the room and filled it with such a stench that Demonica nearly passed out.
"Sorry." Fat Bastard said, clearly unaffected by the effect his utterance had caused, "Anyway, I betta goo noo."
"Yes, you better." Dr. Evil agreed.
The room shook again as Fat Bastard left.
A few minutes later the door slammed again, Mini-Me shook and nearly fell out of his chair,
"God, if that's that big fat Scottish thing again I'm so outta here." Demonica mumbled but she didn't have to worry because a couple of moments later Scott entered, his hair now a fiery red colour.
"Nice hair." Demonica said sarcastically, Scott shot her a withering look.
"You missed dinner Scott." Frau Fabissina said to her son.
"Already ate." He replied, "Hey, I want you to meet someone."
The red hatted man moved towards the table from behind the counter. Scott moved to the door and beckoned into the corridor. A girl, not very tall, with aurbuny hair and blue eyes wearing long jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt entered.
"I'd like you to meet, Telsie Levine, my girlfriend."
An uneasy silence filled the room as Telsie stepped forward and stood by Scott's side. Frau Fabissina nodded slowly, Number Two didn't react at all, Mini-Me was too busy eating his Jell-O to care and Demonica's eyes just kept getting wider, that only left Dr. Evil,
"Riiiiiiight......" He said slowly.