"Thank Hank those little brotherhood dweebs revived me from the dead!" the Tailor bellowed to his henchwomen he had just recently retrieved from their new lives and brought back to the old headquarters which was located right above the 156-year-old octopus lovers gift shop.
The 'Hank' this evil male seamstress was referring to was his old friend Hank Erchif, the joyful asparagus who had been eaten right in front of the Tailor with lots of cheese. Of course, Hank had been greedily consumed by Tailor's arch nemesis, Carl Arm, who wasn't a hero, but a professional bad-guy nemesis that is paid by the hour.
Anyway, the Tailor was summoned from his dormant state by the brotherhood so he could fix their pants, but this would never come to be because Ed Venture was wicked and wanted to destroy the brotherhood. He wished to demolish them because the pants represented everything against fashion, his earliest love. One of the main reasons was that they were unbearable cheap, all purchased from dominating supermarkets such as Wal-Mart, Target, and Kohl's. Just thinking about the money they saved to not wear a designer label makes him want to eat a huge ball of mercury-incrusted foil.
He was also after the brotherhood for revenge.
When the tailor was just a young embroiderer (which was about a century ago, since he was magical and ages super-slowly), he lived with his widowed mother in the bowels of Argentina, growing oranges in the cracks on the pavement of the sidewalks for food and money. They had a small shack made out of dried grass, and his only prized possession was a needle and a spool of thread that seemed to never run out. One miserable day, a young man came to town, about fifteen years older than Ed. His mother found him charming and debonair, and soon married him. The soon-to-be-Tailor thought that with the nuptials complete, his life would change for the better, and he would have a pleasant life with a happy family, like the ones he dreamed about and saw from neighboring towns. Yet, no one likes hearing about happy endings and they never really happen anyway, so as anyone can conclude, the tiny Ed was wrong. It turns out that this man was in fact Henry's great-great-grandfather, and completely bankrupt as well as an intolerable drunk. About two years later, he disappeared, leaving only his gambling arrears and pungent smell behind. Soon the law enforcement took away the only things they owned, including Ed's cherished needle and spool. Pushed out on the street, the shock caused his poor mother to loose her mind and become the village nut who talked to herself and anything else that seemed friendly, like a tree. She died in Ed's arms, her tormented soul finally put to rest. As he gazed into his dead mother's pain-filled eyes he promised himself that he would find the man who made their already difficult lives even worse.
The thought of vengeful vendetta never left his mind, even when he lived in the monastery, of which the people so lovingly took him in, and also stayed engrained in his mind as he became the apprentice of a magical tailor and continued on the road of life. The Tailor had seen the brotherhood through the eyes of his crystal mannequin, which allowed him to view anything in the past, present and future and also was connected to the Internet and could be used to order take-out. He couldn't get payback on Henry's great-great-grandpa since he died; yet he knew that he would be just as content with a blood-relative suffering for his pain. When Mr. Venture heard that not only was Henry the great great grandson of the man he held with the most intense feeling of loathe ever since the Third World War that was started over a light bulb and a ball of lint… which is a totally different story, but also a part of the brotherhood which he also hated, he couldn't wait to devise a plan to destroy both the gang and Henry.
"So, what's the plan, boss?" Ann replied, hoping to get down to business after a long time of being unemployed.
The Tailor nodded, and retrieved a scroll from his enormous pant pocket, that he designed himself. He unrolled it and spread it out, as if it was made of a fine material that should be handled with extreme care.
Then he motioned to them to come closer, so that he could reveal his sinister plot in an intense whispered voice…
"Cal, when is this Tailor guy supposed to show up, anyway? Didn't we go through everything to make him come back… my mouth still tastes like lotion!" whined Wendell to Cal Culus, the brotherhood's genius new member.
"Well, according to my vast and accurate knowledge, he should have been awakened when the ritual was complete. He knows we summoned him and should be in contact with us shortly, unless he has some unfinished magical business to settled, and then we shouldn't expect him for at least a month." Cal responded impeccably.
"So what do we do now?" Tony questioned, obviously bored.
"Road trip!" cried Darius, and with that they all rushed to get packed.
So innocent in their ignorance, the group headed to California in their banged-up van, coated with rust. Unbeknownst to them that an evil vendetta was being planned right under their noses and that they were being watched through the eyes of a slender crystal mannequin.
