Meanwhile, somewhere far away, a hooded figure was drumming his fingers on a marble throne. "Well?" the figure asked dangerously, which probably meant someone was about to be vaporized. One of his drones came forth.
"Well, you see sir, he h..had him and then he disappered." stammered the shaking drone. That was the last thing he ever said before being reduced to a pile of ashes.
"CAN'T YOU DRONES DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!" he yelled. "I ask for one simple soul and none of you can get it, not even my deadlest gang can get him."
Big Larry came forth with his gang. "We really did have him master, bbbb but when we told him to shoot..."
"He ran away. Excuses... excuses Lawrence, I want that soul I don't care if you have to search the entire Earth, just find him!"
"Yes.. about that, he's dead." said Big Larry
"DEAD?" roared the Master.
"Well, yeah." said Big Larry.
With a flick of his hand, the gang's windpipes closed, making it impossible for them to breathe.
"Now listen you fools, you just got in the way of me returning to power. Do you know why?"
The gang quickly shook their heads no.
"Then I'll tell you. The deceased can not be seen or heard by the living, how do you suppose to get the soul back now?"
"We don't know, why do you want this soul so much anyway?" said Big Larry through chokes.
"You idiots! I want him because, to be all powerful, I need a 14 year old soul whose heart has been blackened by hate and misery. Why do you think I sent you down to Earth for that boy?"
The gang looked at each other. They hadn't thought of that.
"And when I get him, I'll suck out his life, but I can't suck out his life if there's no life to suck out!" said the master. he released the charm on the gangs throats.
"But why don't you get another 14 year old then?" asked Big Larry.
I don't have time for you to blacken another person's heart, get me that boy, I don't care if you can't see or not, find him and bring him to me!"
"But that's like trying to capture smoke with your bare hands." complained one of the gang members.
"And like you said, he's dead, no reason to bring him now." said another.
The master raised his hand. Lighting started to jump at their feet. OK,OK! we'll get him!" yelled the gang and ran out.
"That's what I thought." said the master. Pretty soon he would have his revenge on that Anti Maldovia brat for putting him in this weakened state.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Dimmsdale, Timmy was looking for people to help out. He spotted a lottle old lady across the street.
"Hey lady may I help you across the street?" Timmy asked holding out his hand.
Just then a boy scout came along. "Hey lady, may help you across the street?"
"Hey I asked first!" said Timmy.
"That would be nice." said the lady.
Timmy was about to hold her hand, when the boy scout went right through him and walked the lady across the street instead. "Oh right, I can't be seen by the living only the dead and dying." Timmy thought for moment. "How the heck am I suppose to help people then?!" yelled Timmy. He looked around. It seemed that nobody else was dead that he could talk to. This was going to be a long eternety if he couldn't help anyone.