"When is someone going to die?" Voldemort complained.
"Yah, if they don't start being slaughtered, I'll slaughter them myself!" The Ilse Witch added.
"Patience, that's the key," Kludd rebuked. "You can get anyone with patience."
"I'm not patient, you filthy owl."
"Maybe we can trick them into thinking we're helping," Dr. Madden suggested.
"Like we'll trick a GOD." The Ilse Witch complained.
"No, we need to destroy her."
"Um ... Master?" Crabbe walked up to Voldemort, bowing. "Raistlin the Rook destroyed Takhisis in his story."
"Then she isn't a god! Crabbe, grab me my wand!"
"Well," he said, still bowing, "you need to have the portal to kill her."
"THEN BRING ME THE PORTAL!" Voldemort roared.
"Yes master," Crabbe whimpered. He backed away.
"Um, Crabbe?" Goyle asked.
"What?"
"How are you going to get to Krynn?"
"I dunno? Why don't you figure it out?"
"I'm not assigned to the task. Ask someone else!"
"But they're all evil!"
"That's the point."
"Oh. Can someone get me to the Tower of High Sorcery of Palanthas on Krynn?"
"Oh, did I not give you the ability to carry out my orders? That's too bad. Goyle, come here."
"Yes Master?"
"Get me my cauldron. Crabbe, get my wand, some Wolfsbane and some Flobberworm mucus. NOW!"
"Yes Master," they chorused.
"Someone, ah, Mr. Madden, come here and build me a fire."
"Why?"
"Do you want any action?"
Dr. Madden light a match and tried to light a chair on fire.
"No, with magic!"
"I don't have magic, I have science."
"Worthless Muggle, get out of my way! When Crabbe brings my wand ... ah there he is..."
Crabbe handed the wand to his master. Voldemort pointed the wand at a desk and it burst into flames. At that moment Goyle appeared with the cauldron.
"Just set it on the flames." Goyle complied. Just as Goyle stepped back from the cauldron, a stream of water erupted from the end of Voldemort's wand.
"Ingredients!" he snapped. Crabbe stepped up with the ingredients. Voldemort grabbed them in an annoyed way and tossed them in the cauldron.
An hour later Voldemort had finished the potion. "Crabbe, Goyle and let's see, you'll do since you know the world Maddoc... Come here!" Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, but Maddoc hung back. "I will not drink your filthy potion to get to my own world. I'll be there myself, just give me the coordinates."
"You'll do as I say!" Voldemort exploded.
"No, and your wands and potions are bogus. I have real magic. From the moons. Watch." And Maddoc disappeared from view.
"Impressive," Crabbe whispered to Goyle. Voldemort held up a hand.
"And don't try any magic," a voice said, "because it smells like crazy and gives a very noticeable trail."
Voldemort roared. "I'll get you, you pathetic human. You don't have half the power you think you have!"
"Are you sure it's not you who's overestimated your powers?"
Voldemort would have responded, but some strange magic prevented him from talking. His mouth moved, but no words came out.
"Do you have no answer? Oh, you've been rendered speechless by my brilliance. I'm better than you!"
Voldemort cast a wild look around. "To prove it, why don't you bow?" Voldemort bowed as though a hand had pushed him over.
"Do not mess with what you don't understand. You can't defend against it. The powers of the moons have won along with the wisdom of moi. I'll do a favor for you, but don't expect anymore, you pathetic twerp." A large old portal with five multi-colored dragon heads appeared in the middle of the room.
"I won't release you though, just steal the idea. From now on I lead this revolution. What do you say?"
The rest of the pieces began to chant, "DARK! DARK! DARK! ..."