Chapter 3: What's Next?
As Cackletta and Fawful sat, recently re-annihilated by the Mario bros., a calm silence filled the hideout. The hideout wasn't very good, but they'd only had a couple of days to build it. One thought loomed on the horizon: what's next? "We could play Clue (Which the owner doesn't own)," remarked Cackletta.
"For the last time, 2 person Clue is the relish of crappiness," replied her intelligent underling, who now played the part of the voice of reason.
"I could try taking over the world again," Cackletta suggested.
"Are you in remembering of last time?" reminded Fawful.
"Yeah," continued Cackletta, "but this time, I could do it in totally legal ways. Then anyone who tried to attack would just be seen as a cold-blooded killer."
"But," came Fawful with a dose of reality, "we're still of wantedness for crimes too numerous for counting, if we show our faces, it's hanging time."
"Not if I leave Beanbean without being seen, take over places where I'm not wanted, and then save Beanbean for last, once I have diplomatic immunity."
"Okay," Fawful continued in his harsh destruction of Cackletta's ideas, "how exactly do you propose we are to be doing this plan of vileness? This plot seems full of holes like the Swiss cheese on the bread of our lives, covering the mustard of our survival."
"Well, I could start by gaining a reputation," pondered Cackletta.
"I am in the knowing of such one place to do this," dawned Fawful, "the Glitz Pit!"