JESSICA

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Miss Terious seemed to be pleased with my response. "Would you like some lunch? Dinner, perhaps? I'm not sure what time it was where you came from, but I don't believe you've eaten anything since the Savoy."

I frowned at her. "Not to sound ungrateful, but have you been spying on everything I've done since I met Chad?"

She chuckled. "Oh honey. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to see Chad...get a life. Most hilarious thing I've ever seen, though I was kind of hoping to see him getting busy with a man..." The woman shrugged. "Nothing against you personally, but I just had to record it."

I stared at her. "Wow. That's...kind of creepy."

Miss Terious smiled. "In a scary villainess sort of way?"

"Um, no. Just creepy creepy."

The smile dropped from her face. An awkward silence passed between us.

At last, Miss Terious touched a panel on the wall, summoning Sleez.

The man materialized next to us, dressed like a Mexican bandit from a spaghetti western, with a big sombrero, mustache and a poncho. "Mmmyes?" And then, as an afterthought, "Si?"

"Get Miss...Buckthorn something to eat."

She led me into a dining room with a long table, its rock walls decorated with tall framed portraits of aliens in tuxedos and dresses.

I got seated at the far end, Miss Terious at the head, all awkward and ridiculous like that scene from the Michael Keaton Batman film. Or Citizen Kane.

We stared at each other, waiting for the food to arrive.

Miss Terious seated herself in a flat piece of cardboard cut and painted to look like a chair. I guessed animated people can sit on two dimensional surfaces or something. In fact, I myself happened to be sitting in such a cardboard chair. I had done it unthinkingly, like it were something I had always done...except I fell to the floor any time I turned real.

"So..." I pointed to a picture of a faceless thing in green silk.

"That's mother," she said with a smile. Then she pointed to a skinny pale skinned guy next to it. "And that's father."

I grinned. "They must be very proud."

Miss Terious nodded. "They still have the bones from my first kill."

She showed me her other relations.

I expected weird, foreign sounding names, but they turned out to be rather ordinary, like "Uncle Zeke" and "Aunt Henrietta."

She told me how her parents met, the war between the Federated Worlds and Zorbatron, and how her father, Mr. Schneider, broke his leg, and the alien nursed him back to health, the two, of course, falling in love.

"So," I said. "You're married. Otherwise you'd be a Shneider, right?"

Miss Terious shook her head. "I take my name from my mother's side of the family."

"So what's your first name?"

"I don't have one."

I chuckled through my nose. "So how do you Teriouses tell each other apart?"

"By scent."

I giggled. "I see."

"I took my name from mother in a fight to the death."

I snorted, trying to look serious. "You just said they still have the bones from your first kill."

Miss Terious nodded. "They do."

I guessed that she meant they were her fist kill, but that still didn't quite make sense.

At any rate, she didn't seem too sad about it, so I said, "So what do I call you?"

"Miss Terious," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "What do your friends call you?"

She sighed. "I don't have any friends."

"Actually, you have at least one." And then I thought a moment. "What about Mr. Sleezington? Isn't he a friend?"

"He's my butler. I pay him."

For the second, or maybe third time, I fell on the floor, nonchalantly brushing myself off as I re-seated myself. "Okay...What about Chad? He hangs out with you, right?"

Miss Terious looked sad. "We're not exactly close. He tends to avoid me. I guess I don't know how to be a friend."

"We can work on that," I paused. "I know! How about I call you `Misty'?"

"No!" she said in a cold tone. But then she smirked. "Okay."

I asked Misty about her other relatives, but she only responded with, "See Star Avenger #195 - ed," or "Weird Tales from the Shadow Dimension #10," or "See Evil of Terious Issue #8," leaving a lengthy period of silence afterwards, like I could use the time to just magically jump into a comic book store and pull down an issue. At one point, I even asked her, "Why can't you just tell me what happened to Uncle Ted in Power of Galactus #13?" but she only said no.

As a joke, I changed the number on one of her references, asking her, "What about Shades of Terious #17?"

She reddened. "That's the one where I lost my virginity. Do you really want to hear about that?"

"Not really," I chuckled.

I fell on my butt again.

Sleezington, dressed like the guy from Logan's Run, or maybe Luke Skywalker (kind of a black tunic looking thing with a belt), and a pair of those hairy toothy aliens from the movie Critters came marching in with silver trays full of food. The waddling Crites looked very cute animated with their little suits and bow ties.

The meal looked like something they show in all those Garfield comics. A big leg of ham, grapes, lasagna, a tall Dagwood style sandwich, chicken...

Honestly, it all tasted pretty plain, like tofu or paper, but I pretended like it were other tastier things, and it made it somewhat better.

One thing I like about being animated. You can eat a ton without ever getting fat.

If you like trying to sit in flat cardboard chairs.

I checked on the baby again. It had developed into sort of a potato with collard greens growing out of it. Still not quite `done', and definitely not quite a baby.

"You must be tired," Misty said. "We have sleeping quarters here. Would you like to see them?"

"That...depends." I narrowed my eyes. "Is someone going to sneak in and do weird experiments on us while we're sleeping?"

She frowned. "No?"

"What about...someone sneaking into our rooms to do sexual things?"

"Would that be a bad thing?" It almost sounded like she were considering it.

"Um, yeah!" I stammered. "Kinda."

She twisted her lip. "So that's why no one ever stays here!"

This got me laughing again. "I was guessing you were the Dr. Frankenfurter type."

"What?" she, of course, had never seen Rocky Horror Picture Show.

"Never mind."

The `guest bedroom' was not exactly what I expected. It was just a little room with a couch, a dresser, and a row of vertical tubes. Guests slept standing up in those things. I guess the bed had machinery that suspended gravity inside the tube so you didn't do so much stand as you just floated in the air, like one of those scifi comics about astronauts from the future.

"Do people only sleep in those tubes?" Chad asked Misty as I examined the framed alien landscapes decorating the room.

"Yes. Or the couch if my guests are having a fight."

"And what if they wish to have intercourse?"

She just smiled and looked up.

I glanced that way and laughed.

Chad, on the other hand, looked embarrassed. "Forgive me. You are right. To do such a thing in another person's house is impolite."

Misty opened her mouth to say something, but I just tugged his arm and pointed at the ceiling.

"Oh!" he said when he saw it.

A fancy king size bed had been bolted to a leveled cavern roof. Apparently her guests like to make love up there. I even saw dressers, a closet, and a stalactite nightstand, though I don't see how anyone could set their wallet or glasses on it without everything falling to the floor.

"You guys think of everything." But then I looked at her in puzzlement. "I thought you said you had no friends."

Misty sighed and stared at the floor. "It doesn't mean I don't try."

She sniffed a little, and for a moment, I thought she would get all teary eyed about it. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am a villain, and that's why I have no friends."

"Oh, I don't know..." I patted her on the shoulder. "I'm sure you mean well."

She lifted her gaze. "You really think so?"

I gave her a shrug. "I do. And there's something else I'm wondering. Do you pay Mr. Sleezington to let you whip him, and other stuff?"

"Never!" she said. "He likes it. In fact, one time, I couldn't afford to pay him anything because we were going through a budget crisis, and..."

She slapped her hand over her mouth. "He loves me! He actually-"

The butler appeared behind her, dressed as Zorro. Widebrim hat, tights, ridiculous eye mask. "Mmmyes!" he cried.

At this point, the evil alien queen with a nuclear weapons facility decides to be completely spontaneous, grabbing her butler by the neck and kissing him passionately. She got so carried away that her visor dropped down over her eyes.

"You're a great couple," I said.

Sleez, who had been kissing at the time, pulled away from the activity to break character by saying, "Thank you."

A pair of bug wings burst from Misty's back. She grabbed the butler around the waist, and the two rose up in the air, to the queen bed.

Chad stared at Misty as she pulled off the butler's clothes.

"We should go," I told him.

Chad was still watching, but he looked a little disgusted. "What's that coming out between her legs?"

I preferred not to look. "I don't know. Maybe you should stick to what's between mine."

He stubbornly continued to watch, his face growing even more disgusted. "That should not go in there!"

I tugged on his arm. "C'mon. Let's go back to your place. We'll put things wherever you want."

Then I glanced at the ceiling.

I wished I hadn't.

I...

No. Don't ask. I don't want to ever think about what I saw again.

"I'm leaving!" I called. "I'll be back in six hours!"

"But how do you know how to get out of here?" Chad asked.

"I don't. But we can find a couch somewhere..."

"Push the call button on the wall!" Misty half cried, half moaned. "A minion will show you out!"

"Mmyes!" Sleez added. Or maybe he was just enjoying himself.

I pushed the button, and something that looked like a one eyed Twinkie the kid appeared in front of me.

A yellow banana-like thing with a cowboy hat and a gun belt. Not digital.

"Minion," I muttered.

"How may I help you?" it asked.

Okay, so maybe some things the storks dumped down there weren't really that good.

Twinkie the Kid led us to a golf cart, which we rode for a mile or so, stopping at an elevator. An elevator with no up or down button, just a security panel.

The moment we got out, Twinkie pushed the gas pedal, speeding off down the tunnel, leaving me to stare at the keypad in frustration.

"Great. Now what."

Chad casually typed in a code, and the doors opened.

I gawked at him. "Why do you know how to do that?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes I help out. It is a condition on my lease agreement."

The elevator, of course, led to Chad's apartment. How else would Misty have been able to hang out there so often?

During the course of our (ahem) activities the previous night, I noticed a white dress hanging up in his closet. Out of curiosity, I took it out, holding it up to my body. "This looks like something Holli would wear."

"It is," he said. "She had a yard sale."

"So...what's it doing in your closet?"

He swallowed. "It is not for me. Miss Terious put it in there. I do not know why. Perhaps she thought I would have a female guest such as yourself."

I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh."

"I try it once and that is all. It is too loose around the chest, and I am too embarrassed to ask for an alteration. Please keep it."

Once he explained the story of where the dress was before the yard sale, I just had to pay the previous owner a visit.

Of course, this meant evading the cop...

Lucky for us, Chad had a bunch of costumes, the cartoon kind that becomes its own character when you wear it. We took the identity of Road Rovers, ducking behind impossibly narrow poles like real cartoons when the actual Road Rovers came down the street and talked to the cop.

Holli lived in a high rise with swans around the door and a big skull shaped knocker that talked. I only had to take off my costume and start gushing about Holli to the knocker to get inside the main foyer.

We took an elevator upstairs, rapped on the door to Holli's suite.

I grinned when I saw her, glowing and animated like I saw in the comic books sometimes, at other times a real human with straw colored hair.

"Wow!" I cried. "It's really you!"

She frowned. "Can I help you?"

"I'm your biggest fan!" I pointed to my outfit. "Like my dress? It's a replica of the one Marilyn Monroe wore in the movie Let's Make Love."

"Out," Holli cried, pointing a finger to the elevator. "Out!"

"Where would I go?" I said. "You're my role model! You're an inspiration! You stand up for yourself, you don't take any crap from anyone, you get whatever you want!"

"I don't have the spike," she said.

"Did you know there's more than one?"

"Yes. But I could only get to one. At the Union Plaza Hotel. I would have gotten the one at Jack's house, but it was buried under a ton of concrete." She sighed, leaning against the door frame. "Look. I'm busy, and I don't do that anymore. Could you please get lost?"

Chad grabbed my butt, whispered in my ear. "There. You have seen her now. Are you happy?"

I brushed his hand away. "Not quite."

I cleared my throat, addressing my idol. "I have some questions. May I come in?"

Holli turned fire engine red. "I'm busy."

She slammed the door in my face.

Can you believe it?

"Let's go," said Chad. "She does not want to talk."

"You have a one track mind," I groaned.

"Would you prefer I wear a dress and play with dolls?"

I gave him a look that said `Now really.'

"Do you often make empty promises, Spicy Peach?"

I blushed. "Well, no..."

And so we returned to his apartment.

You can probably figure out what happened next. I kinda thought Chad deserved it, and, well...(ahem).

We went at it again.

It turns out Chad can put iron shutters on his windows to keep out the riffraff (no pun intended).

So...Not as dramatic as before. Don't get me wrong, it was great as the first time, but we didn't blow the windows out or anything.

In fact, we didn't even change that much. I was still mostly animated, but flickering human at odd times, and Chad was still flickering back and forth from real to a doodle, though he seemed to trend towards real. We had tried a different position this time, but I'm not really sure that had anything to do with it.

Oh well. At least we enjoyed it.

We curled up in each other's arms, went to sleep. This time no one knocked on our window, so we actually got some rest.

Okay. So...about the newspaper...

The next morning at breakfast, Chad showed me the article.

The headline read: "Factory Exec In Deep Doo Doo."

Like any good cartoon paper, the articles had no text entries other than a headline, because they always tell the story in a black and white movie, complete with sound.

A few seconds after we disappeared down the baby chute, Nurse Cupcake finished sawing through the Board of Directors, bursting out on the production floor clad only in a bra and a diaper.

It just so happened that everyone in the entire factory chose that moment to come marching through the entrance, half of them wearing suits and yarmulkes from their incorrectly scheduled Shabbat.

Cupcake took one look at her audience and screamed, covering her crotch.

She pooped herself, then, with a blush and an embarrassed giggle, said, "That does feel kind of good!"

Being a bird that wears many hats, she quickly zoomed back into the diaper room, returning in her normal nurse attire.

"Ahem."

But she was still making squishing sounds as she walked.

She found the koala stuck in the closet, but nobody seemed to notice that the digital vat looked different, or that someone had tossed out their so-called `Grade A's'.

Once the piece, or rather pieces of wood were back in their shattered case, a board meeting was held in review of Cupcake's employment. Of course they were "divided" on the issue, as they probably would be about everything until things got fixed.

When I saw her trying to look all serious while switching from chair to chair in a squishy diaper, I had to look away to stop cartoon orange juice from spraying out my nose.

Then Chad asked if she were going to fire herself, and I really lost it.

The clocks got reset, and factory workers resumed their duties.

Well, except for the iguana. They fired him the moment they saw his name on the inside of the mask I'd stolen.

I would have felt bad about it, but the reason why the guy had been disguised to begin with was due to him being fired a year ago and being told not to come back.

They heightened their security, hiring several `Pinkerton guards', which just so happened to be realistically shaded zebra striped great Danes in the style of artist and author Stephen Kellogg. mostly regular dogs, but a couple of them walked upright and wore uniforms, but the rest were regular dogs. They...kinda had obedience problems.

One of the storks told a guard to sit, and it ripped them to pieces. The same dog would lay down and roll over if you told it to attack.

Other than that, the factory went back to normal.

Well, until they saw half human babies rolling down the sorting line that night.

The moment Nurse Cupcake spotted them, she let out a shriek. Then, as she noticed everybody staring, she nervously stammered it was nothing.

She took out a bullhorn and told everyone to assemble in the meeting room down the hall.

"What's this about?" a puffin asked her.

"Nothing. I just saw a tornado watch on the news."

That explanation, I guess, had been compelling enough, for the puffin and a group of others hurried out.

She waited for the last one bird, mouse or whatever to file out, whistling Stars and Stripes Forever, impatiently tapping her foot.

Once she had the room empty, Cupcake rushed to a panel near the baby unwrapping station, typing in a complicated security code, unlocking an instrument box with a key, like those special safe boxes the president always has in all those movies about nuclear war. In fact, she had to dive behind a machine and change clothing to become a vice president with a second key. For a moment, I thought I was watching a weird version of Doctor Strangelove.

A panel slid open, revealing a shiny button, which I guessed, from the monochrome, was red and candy-like.

The moment her finger pressed the button, a set of Chipper Shredders rose out of the floor, the cabbage line conveyor tracks shifting from its usual sorting station to the maw of the toothy machines.

Warning lights came on all over the plant, large light up signs flashing the word "ABORT".

Dozens of my babies, my seed, went rolling off the sorting line, and into the jaws of death, blood spraying from the rapidly spinning blades.

The bird's face and body became scary and under-lit like Scooby Doo's animated Vincent Price as she broke into maniacal laughter.

At this precise moment, the employees came filing back into the assembly floor, Mr. Vlasic himself staring at her with his jaw hanging open.

The first thing out of the stork's mouth was the traditional "Noooo" with his voice slowed down to sound like a vinyl record at 20 RPM.

Cupcake's eyes got really big, and I could hear the sound of her filling her diaper again.

More orange juice went up my nose.

I was pissed about the babies, though. I'd worked very hard to contribute my genetics to the system, just to have a self important diaper wearing bird shredding my babies to bloody bits. I really hoped they'd fire her.

Of course, the `article' didn't tell me about that part. I could only stew about it until the next edition came out.

Oh, and Officer Harris was looking for me, really Jonesing to lock me away in prison.

"What's the matter?" said Chad.

I pointed to the article. "This. She aborted our babies!"

"Actually, they are your babies...and whoever you crossed them with. I do not judge you for this, for I helped, but you have essentially slept with everyone in Cool World. Anonymously."

He must have noticed my offended facial expression, for he then added, "Still, I am still sorry to lose my adopted children."

He checked his watch. "Speaking of which, it has been more than six hours. Let us check the baby."

It seemed Misty still spied on us, for the moment the elevator opened at the correct basement floor, we found Sleez and Twinkie the Kid were already waiting for us in the golf cart.

A short ride later, we arrived in the greenhouse, gazing through the glass tube of the Flux Nursery at a lovely little head of cabbage.

The greenhouse had a smaller greenhouse near the back, where, I presumed, they performed highly specialized gardening tasks with smaller, feebler plants.

Misty stepped out of this structure, dressed in a chitinous looking nurse's uniform. The getup looked like something sown out of a bunch of beetles and crickets and cockroaches, the little hat from cicadas. Kinda gross, but cute in a weird sort of way.

The woman smiled, opening the machine. "This will be the sixth one I've unwrapped."

I squinted at her, confused. "What?"

"I designed two of those LTA machines to spray out ketchup and drop the babies down a chute when the Abort procedure happens."

"I thought I saw more than two machines," I said. "What about those other ones?"

Misty just frowned, peeling leaves off the cabbage.

She ate the leaves, shredding them like a grasshopper. A few moments later, I found myself looking at the most adorable little...thing.

Part human, part animated kangaroo. Yup. This was our kid.

It was weird to see a cartoon character made of human skin, but he wasn't ugly.

Yeah. It's a boy. I checked.

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed, snatching him out of her hands, pressing him to my chest. "Aren't you just adorable?"

His eyes were a little large, but my boyfriend was a doodle. It comes with the territory.

As I played with his floppy ears and tried to come up with a name, Misty said, "Would you like to see the others?"

I followed her into the miniature greenhouse.

I guess I got my just desserts for `sowing my wild oats,' so to speak.

I had a literal `bat girl', a real baby `cat woman', a reptile boy, a bird boy, and a girl who was literally a bitch.

Squealing, I showed my baby to his half brothers and half sisters.

"They are very beautiful," said Misty.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess this means I have to settle down and raise them all, doesn't it?"

She shrugged. "Not necessarily. You could put them up for adoption if you wish. I know some individuals who would love a good mutant..."

I tapped my chin. "Well..."

But then I said, "What about your school? I think that would be perfect!"

For a moment, Misty looked horrified, but then she seemed to warm to the idea. "If you really don't mind..."

I nodded, so she had her butler put them in a wheelbarrow, carting them off to her daycare center.

"Have you heard of CC Knickknocker?" Misty asked me.

I chuckled. "What, is that a strip club?"

I pretended to pole dance for a moment, showing her I was ready for anything.

"No no no. It's one of my side businesses. They make kookoo clocks and door frames. You'll love it."

I sighed in relief. "Even better!"

She took a baby carrier off the wall, sticking...um...I was still trying to decide on a name for him...into it.

I turned the baby around, doing my impression of that mutant guy from Total Recall. "Quaid!"

No one got the joke, so I made Chad wear the baby harness. We took the golf cart to a different elevator, this one opening inside a massive grandfather clock.

The clock led into an antique shop, full of wooden...knicknacks, for lack of a better word.

We walked in, met the owner, who, ironically enough, happened to be Geppetto. I guess he must have slept outside the species himself, for the guy assisting him kinda looked like a sheepdog, but had an almost uncanny resemblance to himself, and I'm not just talking about the mustaches.

I whistled. "Nice place!"

It was a great store. The clocks and stuff looked beautiful.

Misty beamed brightly as she lead me to the back wall, nothing more than a giant flat painting of clocks.

She turned the hands on one of the painted clocks to 12:30, and the wall slid aside to reveal a room full of computers and machine controls.

"This is where I oversee operations on our craft shop, as well as the nuclear launch facility."

I glanced at the humming machinery. "I believe it."

I pointed to a device in the corner. "What's this?"

"It makes popcorn," she said. "Evil popcorn."

I laughed, and she laughed too.

But then she stopped laughing and said, "I'm serious. The popcorn is evil."

I gave her a nod, not doubting it for a minute.

She opened a door at the end of the room, and all of a sudden I see a bunch of birds performing a musical number as they carved things out of wood with their beaks, Timon and Pumbaa leading the song.

Pretty catchy. I snapped my fingers as they fluttered around, merrily chiseling clocks and picture frames and staircase railings.

I thought I recognized a few of the birdies from that time I hit my head in the hotel, but they all kind of look alike, so I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have been surprised if a couple got bored of floating in my shake at the malt shop and hopped over here to make table legs.

"They are such loyal workers," Misty said. "Just give them the right pellets and they do whatever you ask."

"That's neat. Were you going to have me manage this place too?"

"I was considering it. We'll see. How about I show you the Coo Coo Cola factory next door?"

I shrugged. "All right."

That's when I heard screaming.

Whirling around, I caught sight of Drew.

Somehow, he'd gotten himself chained to a log about to be sawn in half. He had a weird gray cartoon birdie with him, and a lady in an owl costume.

I never thought he'd jump through the doorway and join me here, let alone clown around in a cartoon wood factory. I guess he had found his inner child or something. Or maybe his feminine side, since he did have on a dress.

At first I thought it was a joke, but I guess he was trying to sabotage the company or something.

He probably deserved what he got, but I decided to be nice and stop the blade. After all, I still found him kind of cute.

It's a good thing I saved them. Drew's costumed friend was none other Owl Woman, and get this, she's Chad's mother!

I didn't say this out loud, since it would be bad form for a comic character, but I still think Chad figured it out. A lame superhero that drops by on your birthday to give you presents and watches you to see if you're safe, but fails at, I don't know, stopping bank robberies...just might be your mom.

As for Drew...wow.

I really didn't want to believe his story about sleeping with his sister, but why would you make up something like that? And his body did that flickering thing like mine did...

Now that I think about it, I guess it kind of makes sense. I mean, if Deebes Senior slept with a cartoon...

It explained a lot about what happened the day Jack asked to borrow mom's car, and why Harris kept chasing me and trying to put me in prison.

If I knew Drew were that desperate, I would have finished what we started at the hotel. Maybe. Of course, at this point it was a little late.

Still, very sad and pathetic.

I thanked Owl Woman for taking care of the cop last night.

"All in a day's work for...Owl Woman!" she proudly declared. "Though technically it was an evening's work, because grammatically speaking..."

I rolled my eyes. "I get it, ma'am."

Our costumed vigilante, obsessed about library materials, demanded some books back. Not really sure why, except maybe that's how they maintained stock in Cool World. Once she had her overdue materials, she was gone.

But not before we agreed to have a baby shower.

Drew tried to convince me that Misty practiced animal cruelty or something, but I didn't see it. Plus, they were just your generic Cinderella birdies, so it really didn't bother me if they got tortured a little.

I could tell he had outstayed his welcome, so I felt a little relieved when Misty sent him away to...go screw his sister, or whatever he was doing.

"Tell your sister I said hi!" I called, but I don't think he heard me.

I saw a goblin thing squish one of the birdies like a grape, but I just turned away and whistled, pretending I didn't see it.

Misty chuckled. "I like the way you think."

"So..." I prompted. "The soda factory?"

She paused a moment. "Actually...there's someone I want to introduce you to..."

And then she lead me to a mirror covered in a sheet.

"Um...okay...Are we going to find out who's the fairest?"

"Not quite," she said, ripping the sheet down.

It looked like a regular mirror. Nothing extraordinary, except it reflect the factory instead of showing bands of blue and white like a normal cartoon mirror.

"Hello," Misty said to it. "Hello?"

Nothing happened.

She knocked on it, shouting, "Hello!"

No response.

Misty sighed. "He's toying with me. He knows I hate doing this..."

She started singing Robert Hazard's Escalator of Life.

That's when I saw him.

He looked like Mr. Spacely from The Jetsons, except fatter and more bald. With a floating chair.

The hair above his ears looked like a pair of brown caterpillars on a bald expanse, the caterpillar in the center of his head barely staying on, his eyebrows cut to semi-permanently reflect that `evil' look.

He was the guy responsible for turning Kidd Vid into a cartoon, pulling him and all his friends into Cool World.

"Oh my God!" I laughed. "It's Master Blaster!"