~*Part II: They Are as Dumb as They Look*~
The door clicked shut as TK locked up the bakery for the night. It had been a very long day. Most of it came to him because of that awful teacake suit he had to wear to promo the bakery. He'd never live it down. Beaten over the head with a metal bracelet by some weird girl in a miniskirt, but similarly saved by an even weirder one.
He stopped under a streetlight, and ruffled his hair with a free hand.
'Teacake King? Gimme a break, who'd believe something like tha-'
This question was soon to be answered as TK felt a rush of energy around him. Before he could finish his thought to start a new one, he was run into as Kaliae, who had been camped out across the street, knocked him over.
"Look out-"
Pop! both disappeared.
"Not cool!"
Crissy, who had been waiting with Kaliae, ran over to where both she and TK and disappeared. After running in circles around the streetlamp, she concluded not a trace of either of them was there. The only thing left was the scent of.........
"Fresh baked bread? O.o"
~*~*~*~
"Does this hurt?"
"Ow! Yes."
Kaliae poked a new spot. "What about there?"
"Ouch!" Boben put a hand over his arm protectively. "Cut that out. ."
"Oh, okay. I was just trying to be nice," she pouted.
Boben grumbled, but Kaliae's attention had already been diverted to several shiny objects hanging from the roof of their new surroundings. They were round in shape, and hung from wires. They were only lightbulbs, sure, but it was enough to engross the Whatsit. She jump for it, but missed. Then again. Similar results. Maybe once mo-
"Muhahahaha!" a not so booming voice laughed from the corner of his audience room. Both Kaliae and Boben turned to stare. A short man sat on a booster seat in a decorated throne. He was rather barrel-shaped. And familiar. On either side of him stood four generals in varying maturity of dress. They, in fact, looked rather familiar too....
"Gasp!" Kaliae said, enhancing the dramatic effect of their appearance. "You're King Barrel, and his slightly-evil generals, Kachoonzite, Notbright, JediKnight, and Jay!"
"Yes! And you have fallen into my trap Sailor Obvious!" King Barrel said, fully satisfied with himself. His last loaf of bread had come out very well that day. "Now-!"
Kachoonzite coughed slightly.
"-What?"
"Did we really have a plan?"
There was a pause. "Of course we have a plan!"
"That's right!" Kaliae said, getting caught up in an obvious moment. "You sent the Teacake King to kidnap me, in hopes that when the other Sailor Whatsits discovered my disappearance they'd come to rescue me, and you could capture them too, then kill us all so you can take over the world!" She turned to Boben, eyes watering. " How could you?!"
Another paused ensued.
JediKnight leaned over to Notbright. "There is a Teacake King?"
"Maybe he's the silent type?" Notbright offered.
"Er, yes, of course that was my plan!" King Barrel said, recovering. "Good work- uh..." He looked at Boben.
Boben was thinking quickly, trying not to let Kaliae's betrayed crying get the best of him; she was sobbing on his sleeve now. "...TK."
"-TK!" Barrel finished. " JediKnight! Notbright! Take Sailor Obvious down to the confined space holding area!" The generals stepped forward and carefully pried Kaliae off of Boben, and took her out of the room. A small pink teacake bobbed after them.
"Now then," King Barrel turned back to TK. "We must continue on with out evil plan to destroy the Sailor Whatsits!"
"Er...........are those the girls in the mini skirts?"
Barrel gasped. "You know who they are?!"
Boben paused, and scratched the back of his head. It seemed smartest to take advantage of the situation to get away." Yes, yes I know who they are. Why don't you let /me/ go get them for you."
"What a good idea! Jay, give the Teacake King an Evil Transporter Button so he can return as soon as he has completed his mission!"
Jay rolled his eyes and tossed a button to TK, as if he didn't approve of it. Plus movement was not an option. It could mess up his look.
Boben looked down at the button. It was just like those ones they give you at dry cleaning conventions. It was yellow. It had a big happy face on it.
" Um, yeah, I'll try to hurry. Evil plans can't wait and all...."
"Excellent. Just one thing before you go." Barrel seemed to get serious. Boben feared he was busted. "Do you happen to have any of those teacakes around?" A fork had appeared in his hand.
"......Sorry, all out."
"Oh ^..~." And with that, Boben felt the same rush of energy, and disappeared.
~*~*~*~
"Hurry, lock the door!"
JediKnight flicked the switch just as the door shuddered. He let out a breath. "I thought we were going to have to tranquilize her."
Notbright whimpered. "She bit me ;.;, " he said, sucking his index finger.
"At least she didn't kick you," JediKnight said, showing the nice purple spot beginning to show on his shin. "The second we took her away from that other guy she went mad!"
"Let's just get back to the audience chamber ;.;."
He nodded, and they headed back down the hall.
Kaliae, meanwhile, sat in the center of her new surroundings, thinking. 'How the hell am I going to get out of here? What are Barrel's evil plans this time?' She pet the teacake that had settled on her knee. 'And why did TK turn me in?!'
She sniffled, and decided to work out while she waited to be rescued. It always paid to stay in shape. She'd get TK. And it would hurt. A lot.
