It was almost ten o' clock when Mickey and his friends approached Club Dread. They split up.
Daisy opened the front door and found herself looking Don Karnage in the eye.
"Where do you think you're going, Daffodil?" snarled the guard mockingly.
Pluto growled and chewed at Karnage's shiny boot.
The pirate tried to shake it off. "Go away, you estupid mutt!" He groaned. "And they say we're related."
Inside, two female members were sitting on opposite sides of a table, arm-wrestling. It was currently stalemated.
"Succumb, foolish human!" cried Demona.
Shego pushed harder. "You wish, you crazy gargoyle!"
"I'm betting on the redhead," Lord Dragaunus whispered to Dr. Drakken.
Drakken grinned. "You're on. I've seen Shego single-handedly trounce six of Professor Dementor's muscle-bound henchmen."
Outside, Donald tried to pry the grate off the ventilation duct. It wouldn't budge. "Stupid thing...being stubborn."
Goofy flipped a switch on top of the grate. It came off in Donald's hands.
"Aw, nuts," the duck mumbled, crawling in. He tried not to choke on the dust.
At the same time, Clarabelle; Horace; and Gus slipped into the prop room.
"I can't see my hand in front of my face!" Horace announced.
"Honk, honk!" agreed Gus.
Clarabelle turned on her flashlight. "The only switch is somewhere near the door."
Horace shrugged. "Guess we're just going to have to grope around until we find it."
Outside, Mickey tossed a grappling hook on the roof, then tested it. "This is a breeze!" he declared as he steadily climbed. "We'll have the club back in no time."
Minnie climbed after him. "I sure hope so."
Huey, Dewey, and Louie, along with Max, headed for the back entry.
"Uh oh," said Huey.
"There's two guards," observed Dewey.
Louie identified the guards. "Bouncer Beagle and O'Lay Gross."
Max sighed. "Both have incredible muscles."
Meanwhile, Donald and Goofy had crawled through the vent.
"Donald?"
"What is it, Goofy?"
"There's a spider on your back."
"Get it off! Get it off!" The duck wriggled furiously, and backed up against the grate.
"Oops. It was just a ball of dust. Sorry."
Donald pushed the grate aside and fired a grappling hook gun. The hook caught onto a chandelier, so the duck swung into the room.
Moltoc drew out his shotgun. "I'll handle this." He took aim.
"DONALD!" yelled Daisy from the front of the room.
The gun fired, but Moltoc had shot through the rope.
"Uh oh," the duck said before falling.
Mickey and Minnie opened the spotlight.
"Oh no!" Mickey groaned. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and pushed a button labeled 'transmit all'. "Retreat!"
Half an hour later, the group slunk back into Mickey's living room, gloomy and defeated.
Mickey shook his head. "What was I thinking? We can't defeat the Coalition members!"
"So what do we do now?" asked Minnie.
Mickey grinned. "Call the ones who can."
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"Fenton!" called Scrooge McDuck in his office.
Fenton ran in, carrying the briefcase that contained his metal suit. "Yes, Mr. McDuck?"
"Change into Gizmoduck and summon up the rest of the Justice Ducks. I'll handle the rest."
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"Monday through Friday, I give my time," Daniel O' Farrell was saying in the most dramatic voice he could muster. "My blood, my sweat, my tears. And now all I'm asking for is a day to myself. To recoup my losses."
Junior Commissioner Vallejo waved his hand disapprovingly. "You're such a bad actor, O' Farrell."
"Wait until you see my death scene!" The redhead stiffened and fell to the ground. "Oh, woe is me. Everything's going black..."
His boss rolled his eyes and pulled out a one-day pass from his desk. "Take it. Get out of here!" His phone rang. "X Middle School Safety Patrol, Vallejo speaking. Yes, sir." He slammed it down. "Officers Fillmore and Third! We got a call!"
*****************************************************************************
"The degenerate conic is when the intersection is a point or a line," Ron read from his algebra text. "Why do they call them 'degenerates'? Are they bad?"
Rufus shrugged.
Kim rolled her eyes. "Just quiz me on the sample questions."
"What's formed when the plane is parallel to the base of the cone?"
The Kimmunicator beeped. Kim answered it. "What's the sitch, Wade?"
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It was about eleven o' clock. Mickey was waiting for the myriad of series heroes at the front of Club Dread. "Right this way." He pushed open the front door. "Strange. It was guarded earlier."
The heroes filed in, only to find the club empty.
Chief O' Hara frowned. "You know we don't take kindly to false alarms."
"It wasn't a false alarm!" sputtered Mickey. "The Disney Animated Series' Antagonists' Coalition was here!"
"So that's what they call themselves," commented Scrooge.
Daisy printed several copies of the guest list and passed them around.
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The Coalition stepped out of the dimensional portal, expressions triumphant.
"The only thing I do not approve of," Signor Senior Senior began. "Is why we left."
"Yeah, Glomgold," agreed Big Time Beagle. "It's like chickening out."
"It only LOOKS like we chickened out," replied Flintheart. "I didn't like it either, but we've got to attend this DVA meeting to get approved."
"You'd think they'd plan their meetings more efficiently," grumbled Abis Mal.
"Indeed," agreed Wraith. "Though I still say this Coalition's doomed."
"Oh, for Walt's sake, Wraith!" snapped Steelbeak. "Can't youse predict somet'ing CHEERFUL?! T'ough I gotta admit, Secretary Medusa's planning skills could use a little woik."
The bunch finally reached Foreboding Cove and entered. Inside were most members of the Disney Villains Association.
The president, Captain Hook, looked up. "One more minute and you would have been late. Mr. Smee, take the roll."
Cruella took her seat beside Hook.
Mr. Smee marked the members of the Coalition present. "Let's see...Madame Mim's got the Mystical Measles. Shere Khan is on leave for three more weeks. Gaston is out on a week-long hunting trip. Otherwise, all present."
Captain Hook turned to the secretary, Madame Medusa. "The minutes of our last meeting?"
"Well, Anastasia wanted to drop out of the DVA because she reconciled with her stepsister, Cinderella," began Medusa. "And then Gaston and Don Karnage got into an argument over who was more handsome, and then almost all the male villains started arguing--"
"That's enough. Thank you."
Flintheart handed Hook the written proposal. The president unfurled it with his hook and began to read. "So you guys want to unite for your mutual protection and to pursue your interests in the Disney World because the majority of you feel you're not represented enough in the Disney Villains Association?"
Jafar, the DVA's Lieutenant Representative, stood up. "I was not approached on this matter!"
"We didn't think we had to," snapped Mozenrath.
"I expected better of you, Mozenrath," Jafar retorted.
"Now you listen, and you listen good," the gloved sorcerer replied. "You proposed to take over the House of Mouse, and if I remember correctly, no series villains except Pete and the three duals had any say in it whatsoever!"
"Yeah!" cried most of the Coalition.
"And you know how I hate being left out of hostile takeovers!" snarled Dragaunus.
Mozenrath continued. "I'd thought you'd know how to do right by us, especially to your ex-student."
"Student?" chorused several voices.
"1989 Ordinary Human Time. Black Magic Workshop," Maleficient informed.
"Just because you studied sorcery under me for a year doesn't make you special!" Jafar replied cooly.
"That's not the point. The point is how long are you going to wait to do what you want to do? I've had to take Aladdin's fate into my own hands!"
"And you haven't succeeded thus far," observed Captain Hook.
Sadira sighed dreamily. "Oh, Aladdin..."
"So maybe Aladdin's beaten Mozenrath a few times," interpolated Abis Mal. "And he's beaten Mechanicles and me more than once, even when we worked together. But he won't be able to defeat sixty of us! No hero's THAT good!"
"Abis Mal, you haven't the grasp of it. Evil schemes take time and sacrifice," intoned Jafar. "Do you have ANY idea what listening to the Sultan was like?! It was so boring!"
"SACRIFICE?!" blurted Mozenrath. He grabbed the sleeve of his robe and pulled it back, revealing dry, white bones. "This is sacrifice!"
Pain groaned. "Does he have to bring that up EVERY DVA meeting?"
"If I hear that story one more time, I'll bite my own arm off," hissed Panic.
"Attitudes and times have changed, Mozy."
"Don't call me Mozy, Jafar! For Walt's sake, can't you see what's there? See what you want to see, but let us in the DASAC be what we want to be."
Don Karnage leaped up. "My sentimentals exactly!"
Captain Hook sighed. "Sit down, Don."
"I will not be sitting down! You and Jafar have been in power too long not to notice what's going on here!"
Dr. Drakken spoke up. "He's right. I may be new to the DVA, but my genius has been ignored all my life and I'm not going to take it anymore! There's a spirit among us--"
Lady Tremaine laughed. It sounded like a bird being strangled. "My, my, Drew Lipsky. You've always been good for a laugh. But this takes the cake!"
"What cake?" asked Burger Beagle.
"SILENCE!" bellowed Hook.
"Come off it, Hookie," Cruella calmly said from her Vice President's desk. "You're against this sort of thing. And you always will be. But we were able to take over the House of Mouse and hold on it for two hours. Unlike last time, when we only had it for thirty minutes."
"And whose fault was that?" asked Ursula. "Why, I believe it was the one who proposed it."
Jafar crossed his arms. "You were excited about it, too."
"I don't know what your motivation was for taking that nightclub," Mozenrath began. "But our motivation was symbolic -- of the fame and glory that should be ours!"
Captain Hook turned to the Queen of Hearts. "What do you say about the DASAC?"
"I usually am a tyrant," replied the Queen. "But I think the series villains should assert their interests. If they were able to conquer the House of Mouse, they might be able to conquer their series' dimensions. And that'll be good news for the DVA. And they're not splitting from the Association."
Hook sighed. "I'll allow it." The members of the DASAC cheered, some slapping each other's hands.
Hades burst into flame. "YES!" He turned to Hecate. "Look, Hec, I know I've been rough to you lately, but when we conquer Olympus, you'll get the Underworld free of charge and I'll even toss in 'Goddess of War' so you'll have plenty of souls to rule over."
Hecate smiled a little. "Hecate, Goddess of the Underworld, Black Magic, and War. Would look good on my resume."
"Now," said the Captain. "Is there any new business." There was the distant sound of ticking. Nervousness washed over Hook's face. "If there's no new business, I adjourn the meeting. Mr. Smee, get the lifeboat." He ran out of the cave, eager to get back to the safety of his ship.
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The news of who exactly was in the Coalition finally sunk in to the heroes.
Gruffi Gummi was the first to speak. "This is grave. Very grave."
"The entire Disney World's at stake!" cried Gizmoduck.
"And there's no easy way down," added Hudson.
Goliath shook his head. "Mr. McDuck's suggestion of working together is not an option. It's a necessity."
Cornelius Fillmore agreed. "If we don't team up, we'd be running through the jungle. In other words, we won't stand a chance."
"Don't we know it," sighed Wildwing.
Scrooge McDuck stood up. "We'll just have to form a group of our own. Especially since that duck," He turned to Darkwing Duck. "What's his name? The one who looks like you?"
"My devilishly devious doppelganger? Negaduck?"
"Yes. He had the nerve to shoot at me!"
"You're surprised? Frankly, Mr. McDuck, Negadope hardly needs a reason to shoot at anyone. He's got a rap sheet that would circle St. Canard and Duckburg twice!"
"Aye, but he seemed upset with me in particular."
"Probably because Negaduck seems to respect Flintheart Glomgold, probably because Mr. Glomgold's lied, cheated, and stolen his way to the top. I've never seen Negaduck have that much respect for anyone but himself, but it doesn't surprise me that he'd idolize somebody like Glomgold. And your feud with the guy is legendary."
Scrooge turned. "We've duking it out since OHT 1956, and we're not stopping anytime soon. Anyway, what will we call our organization?"
"Well, we are allies, so it should be an Alliance," suggested Miranda Wright.
"Good point," said Tanya. "And we're the protagy...protest...main characters of our shows."
"Protagonists," amended Bonkers. "And my, aren't we an animated bunch!"
"Alliance of Disney's Animated Protagonists..." began Kim Possible. "Still needs something."
"From Television!" finished Penny Proud.
"The acronym spells 'ADAPT'," commented Bumblelion.
"What's an acronym?" asked Cubbi.
"It's a word made from the first letters of a series of words," explained Zummi.
"Just like the Army!" commented Launchpad.
"Very well," Scrooge said. "From now on, we will be known as the ADAPT."
The door flew open. Flintheart Glomgold stood in the doorway. "Greetings, everyone." The rest of the Coalition entered behind him.
"Lovely night for a massacre," commented Demona.
TBC
Daisy opened the front door and found herself looking Don Karnage in the eye.
"Where do you think you're going, Daffodil?" snarled the guard mockingly.
Pluto growled and chewed at Karnage's shiny boot.
The pirate tried to shake it off. "Go away, you estupid mutt!" He groaned. "And they say we're related."
Inside, two female members were sitting on opposite sides of a table, arm-wrestling. It was currently stalemated.
"Succumb, foolish human!" cried Demona.
Shego pushed harder. "You wish, you crazy gargoyle!"
"I'm betting on the redhead," Lord Dragaunus whispered to Dr. Drakken.
Drakken grinned. "You're on. I've seen Shego single-handedly trounce six of Professor Dementor's muscle-bound henchmen."
Outside, Donald tried to pry the grate off the ventilation duct. It wouldn't budge. "Stupid thing...being stubborn."
Goofy flipped a switch on top of the grate. It came off in Donald's hands.
"Aw, nuts," the duck mumbled, crawling in. He tried not to choke on the dust.
At the same time, Clarabelle; Horace; and Gus slipped into the prop room.
"I can't see my hand in front of my face!" Horace announced.
"Honk, honk!" agreed Gus.
Clarabelle turned on her flashlight. "The only switch is somewhere near the door."
Horace shrugged. "Guess we're just going to have to grope around until we find it."
Outside, Mickey tossed a grappling hook on the roof, then tested it. "This is a breeze!" he declared as he steadily climbed. "We'll have the club back in no time."
Minnie climbed after him. "I sure hope so."
Huey, Dewey, and Louie, along with Max, headed for the back entry.
"Uh oh," said Huey.
"There's two guards," observed Dewey.
Louie identified the guards. "Bouncer Beagle and O'Lay Gross."
Max sighed. "Both have incredible muscles."
Meanwhile, Donald and Goofy had crawled through the vent.
"Donald?"
"What is it, Goofy?"
"There's a spider on your back."
"Get it off! Get it off!" The duck wriggled furiously, and backed up against the grate.
"Oops. It was just a ball of dust. Sorry."
Donald pushed the grate aside and fired a grappling hook gun. The hook caught onto a chandelier, so the duck swung into the room.
Moltoc drew out his shotgun. "I'll handle this." He took aim.
"DONALD!" yelled Daisy from the front of the room.
The gun fired, but Moltoc had shot through the rope.
"Uh oh," the duck said before falling.
Mickey and Minnie opened the spotlight.
"Oh no!" Mickey groaned. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and pushed a button labeled 'transmit all'. "Retreat!"
Half an hour later, the group slunk back into Mickey's living room, gloomy and defeated.
Mickey shook his head. "What was I thinking? We can't defeat the Coalition members!"
"So what do we do now?" asked Minnie.
Mickey grinned. "Call the ones who can."
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"Fenton!" called Scrooge McDuck in his office.
Fenton ran in, carrying the briefcase that contained his metal suit. "Yes, Mr. McDuck?"
"Change into Gizmoduck and summon up the rest of the Justice Ducks. I'll handle the rest."
******************************************************************************
"Monday through Friday, I give my time," Daniel O' Farrell was saying in the most dramatic voice he could muster. "My blood, my sweat, my tears. And now all I'm asking for is a day to myself. To recoup my losses."
Junior Commissioner Vallejo waved his hand disapprovingly. "You're such a bad actor, O' Farrell."
"Wait until you see my death scene!" The redhead stiffened and fell to the ground. "Oh, woe is me. Everything's going black..."
His boss rolled his eyes and pulled out a one-day pass from his desk. "Take it. Get out of here!" His phone rang. "X Middle School Safety Patrol, Vallejo speaking. Yes, sir." He slammed it down. "Officers Fillmore and Third! We got a call!"
*****************************************************************************
"The degenerate conic is when the intersection is a point or a line," Ron read from his algebra text. "Why do they call them 'degenerates'? Are they bad?"
Rufus shrugged.
Kim rolled her eyes. "Just quiz me on the sample questions."
"What's formed when the plane is parallel to the base of the cone?"
The Kimmunicator beeped. Kim answered it. "What's the sitch, Wade?"
****************************************************************************
It was about eleven o' clock. Mickey was waiting for the myriad of series heroes at the front of Club Dread. "Right this way." He pushed open the front door. "Strange. It was guarded earlier."
The heroes filed in, only to find the club empty.
Chief O' Hara frowned. "You know we don't take kindly to false alarms."
"It wasn't a false alarm!" sputtered Mickey. "The Disney Animated Series' Antagonists' Coalition was here!"
"So that's what they call themselves," commented Scrooge.
Daisy printed several copies of the guest list and passed them around.
***************************************************************************
The Coalition stepped out of the dimensional portal, expressions triumphant.
"The only thing I do not approve of," Signor Senior Senior began. "Is why we left."
"Yeah, Glomgold," agreed Big Time Beagle. "It's like chickening out."
"It only LOOKS like we chickened out," replied Flintheart. "I didn't like it either, but we've got to attend this DVA meeting to get approved."
"You'd think they'd plan their meetings more efficiently," grumbled Abis Mal.
"Indeed," agreed Wraith. "Though I still say this Coalition's doomed."
"Oh, for Walt's sake, Wraith!" snapped Steelbeak. "Can't youse predict somet'ing CHEERFUL?! T'ough I gotta admit, Secretary Medusa's planning skills could use a little woik."
The bunch finally reached Foreboding Cove and entered. Inside were most members of the Disney Villains Association.
The president, Captain Hook, looked up. "One more minute and you would have been late. Mr. Smee, take the roll."
Cruella took her seat beside Hook.
Mr. Smee marked the members of the Coalition present. "Let's see...Madame Mim's got the Mystical Measles. Shere Khan is on leave for three more weeks. Gaston is out on a week-long hunting trip. Otherwise, all present."
Captain Hook turned to the secretary, Madame Medusa. "The minutes of our last meeting?"
"Well, Anastasia wanted to drop out of the DVA because she reconciled with her stepsister, Cinderella," began Medusa. "And then Gaston and Don Karnage got into an argument over who was more handsome, and then almost all the male villains started arguing--"
"That's enough. Thank you."
Flintheart handed Hook the written proposal. The president unfurled it with his hook and began to read. "So you guys want to unite for your mutual protection and to pursue your interests in the Disney World because the majority of you feel you're not represented enough in the Disney Villains Association?"
Jafar, the DVA's Lieutenant Representative, stood up. "I was not approached on this matter!"
"We didn't think we had to," snapped Mozenrath.
"I expected better of you, Mozenrath," Jafar retorted.
"Now you listen, and you listen good," the gloved sorcerer replied. "You proposed to take over the House of Mouse, and if I remember correctly, no series villains except Pete and the three duals had any say in it whatsoever!"
"Yeah!" cried most of the Coalition.
"And you know how I hate being left out of hostile takeovers!" snarled Dragaunus.
Mozenrath continued. "I'd thought you'd know how to do right by us, especially to your ex-student."
"Student?" chorused several voices.
"1989 Ordinary Human Time. Black Magic Workshop," Maleficient informed.
"Just because you studied sorcery under me for a year doesn't make you special!" Jafar replied cooly.
"That's not the point. The point is how long are you going to wait to do what you want to do? I've had to take Aladdin's fate into my own hands!"
"And you haven't succeeded thus far," observed Captain Hook.
Sadira sighed dreamily. "Oh, Aladdin..."
"So maybe Aladdin's beaten Mozenrath a few times," interpolated Abis Mal. "And he's beaten Mechanicles and me more than once, even when we worked together. But he won't be able to defeat sixty of us! No hero's THAT good!"
"Abis Mal, you haven't the grasp of it. Evil schemes take time and sacrifice," intoned Jafar. "Do you have ANY idea what listening to the Sultan was like?! It was so boring!"
"SACRIFICE?!" blurted Mozenrath. He grabbed the sleeve of his robe and pulled it back, revealing dry, white bones. "This is sacrifice!"
Pain groaned. "Does he have to bring that up EVERY DVA meeting?"
"If I hear that story one more time, I'll bite my own arm off," hissed Panic.
"Attitudes and times have changed, Mozy."
"Don't call me Mozy, Jafar! For Walt's sake, can't you see what's there? See what you want to see, but let us in the DASAC be what we want to be."
Don Karnage leaped up. "My sentimentals exactly!"
Captain Hook sighed. "Sit down, Don."
"I will not be sitting down! You and Jafar have been in power too long not to notice what's going on here!"
Dr. Drakken spoke up. "He's right. I may be new to the DVA, but my genius has been ignored all my life and I'm not going to take it anymore! There's a spirit among us--"
Lady Tremaine laughed. It sounded like a bird being strangled. "My, my, Drew Lipsky. You've always been good for a laugh. But this takes the cake!"
"What cake?" asked Burger Beagle.
"SILENCE!" bellowed Hook.
"Come off it, Hookie," Cruella calmly said from her Vice President's desk. "You're against this sort of thing. And you always will be. But we were able to take over the House of Mouse and hold on it for two hours. Unlike last time, when we only had it for thirty minutes."
"And whose fault was that?" asked Ursula. "Why, I believe it was the one who proposed it."
Jafar crossed his arms. "You were excited about it, too."
"I don't know what your motivation was for taking that nightclub," Mozenrath began. "But our motivation was symbolic -- of the fame and glory that should be ours!"
Captain Hook turned to the Queen of Hearts. "What do you say about the DASAC?"
"I usually am a tyrant," replied the Queen. "But I think the series villains should assert their interests. If they were able to conquer the House of Mouse, they might be able to conquer their series' dimensions. And that'll be good news for the DVA. And they're not splitting from the Association."
Hook sighed. "I'll allow it." The members of the DASAC cheered, some slapping each other's hands.
Hades burst into flame. "YES!" He turned to Hecate. "Look, Hec, I know I've been rough to you lately, but when we conquer Olympus, you'll get the Underworld free of charge and I'll even toss in 'Goddess of War' so you'll have plenty of souls to rule over."
Hecate smiled a little. "Hecate, Goddess of the Underworld, Black Magic, and War. Would look good on my resume."
"Now," said the Captain. "Is there any new business." There was the distant sound of ticking. Nervousness washed over Hook's face. "If there's no new business, I adjourn the meeting. Mr. Smee, get the lifeboat." He ran out of the cave, eager to get back to the safety of his ship.
*****************************************************************
The news of who exactly was in the Coalition finally sunk in to the heroes.
Gruffi Gummi was the first to speak. "This is grave. Very grave."
"The entire Disney World's at stake!" cried Gizmoduck.
"And there's no easy way down," added Hudson.
Goliath shook his head. "Mr. McDuck's suggestion of working together is not an option. It's a necessity."
Cornelius Fillmore agreed. "If we don't team up, we'd be running through the jungle. In other words, we won't stand a chance."
"Don't we know it," sighed Wildwing.
Scrooge McDuck stood up. "We'll just have to form a group of our own. Especially since that duck," He turned to Darkwing Duck. "What's his name? The one who looks like you?"
"My devilishly devious doppelganger? Negaduck?"
"Yes. He had the nerve to shoot at me!"
"You're surprised? Frankly, Mr. McDuck, Negadope hardly needs a reason to shoot at anyone. He's got a rap sheet that would circle St. Canard and Duckburg twice!"
"Aye, but he seemed upset with me in particular."
"Probably because Negaduck seems to respect Flintheart Glomgold, probably because Mr. Glomgold's lied, cheated, and stolen his way to the top. I've never seen Negaduck have that much respect for anyone but himself, but it doesn't surprise me that he'd idolize somebody like Glomgold. And your feud with the guy is legendary."
Scrooge turned. "We've duking it out since OHT 1956, and we're not stopping anytime soon. Anyway, what will we call our organization?"
"Well, we are allies, so it should be an Alliance," suggested Miranda Wright.
"Good point," said Tanya. "And we're the protagy...protest...main characters of our shows."
"Protagonists," amended Bonkers. "And my, aren't we an animated bunch!"
"Alliance of Disney's Animated Protagonists..." began Kim Possible. "Still needs something."
"From Television!" finished Penny Proud.
"The acronym spells 'ADAPT'," commented Bumblelion.
"What's an acronym?" asked Cubbi.
"It's a word made from the first letters of a series of words," explained Zummi.
"Just like the Army!" commented Launchpad.
"Very well," Scrooge said. "From now on, we will be known as the ADAPT."
The door flew open. Flintheart Glomgold stood in the doorway. "Greetings, everyone." The rest of the Coalition entered behind him.
"Lovely night for a massacre," commented Demona.
TBC