Chapter 4 - The Plan
It was now the middle of the week, and Cortex's base was already beginning to look like a bomb had detonated within it. Wires were hanging from the ceiling, empty beer cans were strewn across the floor and the dishes were piled a mile high, even N.Gin, the supposed boss for the week, was not putting in his fair share of the work, he would rather spend time polishing his equipment than checking that everything is working at a hundred percent condition.
After a hectic day of boozing, T.V and games, everyone decided to call it a night, and headed to their beds.
It was now the middle of the night, and everyone was fast asleep, everyone that is, apart from a lone, egg-shaped object in the corner of the room. Now was the time for N.Trance to place the brainwashing devices on his fellow cronies. Slowly, he edged forward, moving towards the bed closest to himself, Tiny's. Being careful not to make a single sound, N.Trance steadily reaches over to place the device onto Tiny's head.
All of a sudden, Tiny let's out an almighty roar. The sudden outburst from Tiny startled N.Trance, almost to the point that he dropped the device. Fortunately for N.Trance and his quick reflexes, this did not happen, or his plans would have been foiled there and then. Once again, he reaches over, and successfully places the device onto Tiny's head. One down, three to go.
Unfortunately for N.Trance, the next victim along the rows of beds was N.Tropy. He wasn't exactly going to be the easiest person to put the device on, not the least because of the huge helmet he constantly weared, but because of all the junk scattered around his bed. Old clocks, stopwatches, tuning forks and magnets of all shapes and sizes could be seen around N.Tropy's sleeping area, N.Trance would have to be very cautious not to knock anything over, or it would spell disaster.
Little did N.Trance know, but across the other side of the room, Dingodile was watching these events unfurl before his eyes.
"I knew I could smell a rotten egg," he mutters under his breath, "you wont be getting away with this you little blighter."
Slowly but surely, Dingodile slips out of his bed, flame thrower in hand, and begins to move towards N.Trance.
Supposedly oblivious to Dingodiles movements, N.Trance continues to place the brainwashing device onto N.Tropy's head.
"Soon, everyone shall be under my command, then the Crashinator shall be finished in no time," N.Trance chuckles to himself, "I can't wait to see that big oaf Tiny doing my every bidding, N.Tropy bowing to my every wish, and that imbecile Dingodile doing exactly what I say!"
At that moment, N.Trance heard the familiar sound of a flame thrower heating up behind his head.
"I do believe I heard my name just then sunshine, would you care to tell me what your doing?" Dingodile asked menacingly.
"Oh, Dingodile, it's you," N.Trance replies in a nervous voice "Yes, I was just saying to myself how well we get along with each other, you know, seeing as we're great pals and all, anyway I was just going to see if anybody wanted to have a midnight snack, that's all."
"With brainwashing devices on our head huh?"
"Oh no no no, these aren't brainwashing devices, these are errr, head warmers. I noticed it was a bit chilly tonight, so I thought I would do everyone a favour and keep their heads warm, that's all I was doing."
Dingodile tried not to laugh at the stupidity of N.Trance's excuses. It was the middle of summer, and the temperature was unbearable. He then noticed something which was even more laughable.
"Errr, N.Trance, you forgot one thing."
"What would that be old buddy, old pal?"
"You forgot to take the labels off the devices."
N.Trance turned to the devices in dismay. There, staring him in the face were the words "BRAINWASHING DEVICE"
"Errr, I can explain that, let me just get something from downstairs."
N.Trance makes a bolt for the door, but Dingodile easily out-maneuvered him and his short legs, blocking the only way out.
"I don't think your going anywhere mate. HEY FELLAS, WAKE UP!"
Everyone wakes up with a start. First they look at each other in shocked disarray, noticing the large, metal objects on each others heads, then all eyes homed in on N.Trance, who gave a little yelp.
"Looks like we have a traitor on our hands here guys," Dingodile declares to the others, "GET HIM!"
"No, no, I can explain, ARRRRGH!" In an instant, everybody pounces on N.Trance, who was quickly hauled downstairs, to face the horrors that may await him.