Pinky, Voltron & the Brain

A Crossover Literary Work of Shameless Fandom

By KittyLynne and The Bandit

Authors say: Double useless trivia bonus points for knowing the movie references in this chapter.

Chapter 11

The Brain gaped at the grinning face of the pilot that had just blinked up on his viewer. "Pidge? But I thought your arm was-"

"Pressure cast plus an apology and I'm back on the team." Pidge explained cheerfully. "You're in the clear, Mr. Brain! Go get Antonio so we can blow up this menace and go home!"

"I copy, Green Lion!" The Brain brought the Big Suit near the hole, opened his hatch door and turned to address his first mate. "Cheddar! You're in command of the ship until I return!"

With that, he jumped from the Big Suit into the bowels of the Robeast.

As his vision adjusted to the dim interior, The Brain saw he was standing in a large compartment that looked like a cargo area. Save for two giant cylinders, it appeared to be empty, but appearances could be deceiving. He continued to scan every nook and cranny above and below him for a flash of white in the gloom, but saw nothing.

Hoping that his voice and movements would be too small to activate any security mechanisms, The Brain resorted to a shout. "PINKY! WHERE ARE YOU?"

His shout bounced around the hollow innards of the monster. There was no reaction or response.

The Brain felt a cold stab of fear pierce his heart. Had he been wrong? Had Pinky's physical being actually been altered to become the mechanical monstrosity that was wrecking havoc, rather than merely preserved and entombed as its life force? Lazon, though effective on creatures from Doom, should have had only a temporary growth effect on 'Control Group Pinky', a mouse who had proven to be impervious and immune to all manner of experimental treatments at Acme Labs...

Hope rose again as a familiar rattling noise reached his sensitive ears. With renewed hope and resolve,The Brain charged forward and discovered a concealed opening that on closer inspection appeared to be an entrance to a tube. He peered into it; sounds and light could be seen at the end of the passage. He dropped to all fours and scuttled down the small tunnel.

The rattling noises grew steadily louder as he approached the light, and in just a few seconds, he found himself at the entrance to a circular room filled with wires, glowing computer panels and, in the middle, an oversized exercise wheel whose rapid spins were the obvious source of the noise.

The Brain climbed out of the tunnel, and stood up. He craned his neck, focusing on the pale blur that was frantically propelling the giant wheel. "Anton-er, Pinky!"

"Hi...Brain! Can't...chat... Lotorsaid... nobreaks...hurtme..." Pinky's breathless, jiggling voice replied.

"We're here to save you!"

"Oh good!" Pinky gasped out. "Princess safe?"

The Brain grimaced. "Yes and no. She flew in Blue Lion, but the monster you're currently residing in has knocked her down, and Lotor has her cornered at the moment."

"NO! What... shall... we do?"

"To begin with, you could stop running." His genius friend suggested.

"Can't do that Brain. I'm the spark... wires... electrodes...doohickeys...everything is me."

The Brain gaped at the mouse shaped blur. "And the problem with not being that would be...?"

"Big problem!" Pinky huffed and puffed. "I stop...Robeast go boom! Zort!"

The Brain sighed. If it were anyone but Pinky, he'd have suspected a brainwashing. "Pinky, we want the RoBeast to 'go boom', and we want Lotor's scheme to fail like ours always do! If it doesn't, the bad guys take over! We must maintain the balance! All bad or all good means no conflict! And without conflict, everything would be the same, nothing new would happen, so what motivation would people have for watching the show?"

"Robeast go boom, we go squish." Pinky said stubbornly. "Only me...don't care. But friend Brain...no squish."

The Brain suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his eyes. Dust kicked up from the wheel, most likely. He cleared his throat. "My friend, your concern is appreciated but misguided. Let me remind you that I would not be here without an escape plan. I have prepared a way out, and the Big Suit is there, waiting to take us away before the beast drops. "

There were a few seconds of nothing but the whirring of the wheel.

"Egads!" Pinky exclaimed. "That's brilliant, Brain!"

"Indeed." The mousy genius smiled. "Now Pinky, you must slowly reduce speed, and gather your energy. Once you've stopped, we will have to make a run for it."

The Brain quickly moved forward and began to pull off the wires and leads that harnessed Pinky from his evil giant twin. The wheel slowed, as its occupant obeyed the directive.

An eerily calm voice echoed into the compartment as wires were yanked and connections severed. A familiar visage appeared, hovering next to the wheel.

"Good afternoon, Pinky."

"Mr. Rogers!" Pinky gasped. "Is that you?"

"It's not him!" The Brain hissed. "It's a magical projection taken from your memory banks and built in by Witch Hagar!"

"You must not leave, Pinky."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rogers, but-"

"Please keep running, Pinky. King Friday will reward you."

"Don't listen to him!" The Brain commanded fiercely, as Pinky started to increase his pace. "Mr. Rogers would never tell you to do something that was bad!"

"We are neighbors, Pinky. You want to be special. There is no one else like you."

Pinky grit his teeth. "Ooh, I do want to be special..."

"You are! You're the only one who can end this! And you're my best friend, Pinky!" The Brain pleaded.

Pinky's eyes filled with tears. "Your forever friend?"

"Yes, Pinky. You are my forever friend." The Brain said with humility. "I can't imagine life without you, and I like having you around."

"Then I am special!" Pinky shouted, and began to slow the wheel.

"Pinky, what are you doing? Don't do that Pinky..." The soothing voice objected, then started to sing. "It's such a good feeling to know you're alive..."

"When I disengage this last wire, we go for the tunnel! The escape hole we cut is just beyond!" The Brain said urgently.

"Righto!" Pinky responded, then let out a howl as The Brain ripped away the last of the wires. He collapsed onto his back, and blinked up at his rescuer. "So weak...I may have overdone it a bit on the exercise, Brain..."

"Don't worry, I'll get us both out of here!" His friend declared. "If you can crawl into the tunnel behind me, I can carry you. Can you do that for me?"

"I can." Pinky stated, while wiping his eyes.

The disembodied voice had grown slurred and slow. "It's a beautiful day...in the neighborhood, a neighborly day...in this beauty wood, would you... be mine? Could you... beeeeeeeeeewaaaaarrrr..."

The mechanical speech stilled as The Brain dropped to all fours and leapt into the tunnel and held out a paw. "Courage, Pinky! The Princess is in danger and we must save her!"

With a tremendous effort, Pinky flipped himself over and crept to the tunnel where he reached for his friend's outstretched paw. The Brain gave a silent prayer of thanks for adrenaline that allowed him to pull Pinky into the enclosure.

As he did so, the creature began to list forward and backwards.

"What's happening, Brain?" Pinky asked plaintively.

"It seems I won't have to carry you!" The Brain shouted, as they began to move.

Sure enough, as the PinkyBeast swayed backwards, the tunnel floor went on incline, becoming a slide to freedom. The Brain wrapped his paws around his friend, and the two mice coasted rapidly to the opposite end of the tunnel, landing with a thud in the outer hull.

The Brain stood up and grabbed Pinky. Grunting and straining, he carried the much larger mouse to the opening and hailed his on- looking crew before heaving Pinky upwards and dumping him through the hatch of the Big Suit as soon as it drew near, then jumped for it himself, almost missing the small fishing net that had extended from the mouth of the Big Suit as the RoBeast lurched violently to the side and threw him off balance. For a moment he thought he was a goner, but fate and Acme ingenuity was with him, as the net scooped him up like a flapping fish and brought him in.

Leaving the exhausted Pinky lying on the floor of the cockpit, the Braintron Captain picked himself up, lunged for his chair and opened a channel to his crew. "I've got him, team!" He bellowed into the com, as he flipped the yellow switch. "And now it's time to finish the job!"

The hand with the bomb extended once more. This time, however, The Brain waited for the secondary lighter hand to extend, light the fuse, and then toss the bomb into the hole Green Lion had cut in the RoBeast.

Success! Both appendages shook hands and then speedily retracted.

There was a huge roar as Hagar's creation and the Braintron team waited breathlessly to see if their explosive would be expelled by its thrashing and dancing. They breathed sighs of relief, when, in true Pinky fashion, the staggering monster did them a favor by clapping a hand over the hole in its backside, which kept the bomb from rolling out.

"Bomb's away!" The Brain cried. "Warn the team to clear out!"

"Copy that, John!" Keith's voice quickly answered. "Pidge filled me in, Lance and Hunk are free, the Beast let them go. Fly to our position, we need to make sure the beast falls backwards."

"Affirmative, Black Lion. Braintron out!"

The Big Suit shot upwards, flying behind Green Lion, skimming across the tips of the PinkyBeast's horns, then down to where Black, Red and Yellow Lions held formation near the monstrosity's pelvis.

"All right, team, The Princess and Lotor are still in Blue Lion. We must keep this beast from falling on her." Keith stated grimly. "On my mark, we will launch ourselves at it and knock it backwards while John and his crew fly down and confront Lotor."

After a chorus of 'all rights', the Big Suit sheared off from formation, and four lions pounced on the monster just as it tipped backwards. It fell on it's backside, hitting the ground just as the bomb went off.

The men of the Voltron Force watched as the creature's eyes bugged out and its head imploded, sending the two green horns flying in opposite directions and the collar spinning into the air and out of sight. Another tremendous blast finished the job, and billows of orange and red smoke billowed into the atmosphere, along with the little bits and pieces that were left of the RoBeast.

"He got the lazon tanks!" Pidge cheered. "Good work, Mr. Brain. Good work indeed!"

"Your do-gooder friends can have their battle as long I still have what I came for," Lotor sneered, tightening his grip on the struggling Princess before dragging her out of her lion and jerking her in front of him.

"You stink!" She spat.

Lotor glowered at her. "Such a crude insult, and unworthy of an educated royal."

Allura's nose was wrinkled as she tried to lean further away. "It's not an insult, it's the truth! You smell like rancid grease!"

Silently cursing the oil burning hovercraft, Lotor grit his teeth and raised his sword to a place just under her up-thrust chin. "We'll be sure to shower later. Right now, we're moving toward that transport over there. That's a good girl."

The Princess continued to struggle, but the Prince of Doom easily towed her along. As they approached the craft, a human-size suit with the head, hands and feet of a scowling mouse heads lowered itself to bar their way.

Lotor's ochre eyes widened, then crinkled. "Heh. What an absurd looking contraption!"

The Brain's voice was calm. "It's over, Lotor. Surrender now or be exterminated."

The Prince guffawed. "A noble but futile aspiration for a ridiculous-looking piece of space junk!"

Inside his cockpit, the Captain of the Braintron Force regarded him coolly. "Can't say much for your mode of transport either. And for your information, this piece of space junk just succeeded in rescuing Antonio and blowing up your hideous monster."

The Princess cried out for joy. "Antonio! Antonio is safe?"

In the back of the cockpit Pinky sat up and glanced questioningly at The Brain, who nodded his assent for Pinky to come forward and answer her himself. "Dear Princess, I'm safe, thanks to Brain and the Voltron Force. You put yourself in harm's way to save me, an insignificant and unworthy mouse. You are truly good and good will always prevail over evil!"

Pinky delivered his speech without so much as a 'poit', a 'narf' or even a 'zort'. The Brain pondered that as his companion wiped away a tear.

"You are significant and worthy!" Allura responded, her eyes full of happy tears. "You're my friend...I love you, and I'm so thankful you're okay. We are going to win this battle, and when we do, I am going to give you a big kiss on the cheek!"

Pinky's coloring now matched his name. "Thank you, Princess. I love you too."

The Brain rubbed his tiny chin, contemplating the reason Pinky's irritating verbal tics had gone. He'd often heard that love could work miracles; he just hadn't believed it until now...

Lotor laughed scornfully. "So you love this lowly creature, my Princess? How very touching, but I think I have a quite a lot more to offer."

With those words, he pressed his body up against her, and since the Prince was a very tall man, Allura felt every inch of him against her back. She tried to arch away from it, but the sword at her neck held her in place,.so she merely stood stiffly upright, her face turned away in shame.

"Move that piece of trash or she will taste my sword," the Doomian snarled. "Oh, and inform the overgrown tin kitties that they had better stay away if they want the Princess to stay intact."

The Braintron Captain quickly opened a secure channel to warn the others.

"We heard him, John." Keith cut in, as his head and shoulders blipped up on the viewer. His eyes were as hard and as dark as obsidian and his jaw was clenched. "We'll stay put-for now."

Pinky was hopping mad. "Ooh, I hate Lotor! Why can't he find an evil Princess to court?"

Cheddar, Cheesy, Sukey and Inky concurred, chattering their outrage over the comm.

"Indeed," The Brain replied, his scowl deepening. "He's an absolute cad. Part of him admires Allura's genuine goodness, but unfortunately, bad people find it easier to corrupt and take advantage of nice people instead of doing the work of becoming good themselves."

"Such a pity." Pinky's voice cracked. "As long as I live, I will never forget those hours I spent with her, licking envelopes, doing the Time Warp, and making silly willy faces to cheer her up-" He stopped abruptly, his blue eyes widening in amazement. "Brain! That's it!"

The Brain blinked. "What, Pinky?"

"I'm going to tell her how she can get away!"

"But-"

It was too late for protests. Pinky had shoved his Skipper aside and taken charge of the comm. "Oh, Princess! One last thing..."

"You're moving now?" Lotor yelled back, tightening his hold on his captive.

"Yes, but first, may I say goodbye to the Princess?" Pinky asked, trying to sound as pitiful as possible.

"As you are the reason I have her, I guess I grant you something for that." The Prince smiled evilly. "You have thirty seconds."

Pinky ignored his taunting. "Princess Allura, I just want you to know I really enjoyed all the laughs we had together."

"Me too," Allura responded uncertainly.

"I especially liked making you teaching you about Stooges." Pinky continued. "It was worth the owies to hear you laugh, and say Moe, Moe, Moe! Do you remember?"

"YES! That's it!" The Princess was grinning and nodding. "I mean, I remember how you did that, and I haven't laughed that much in-"

"Time's up!" A scowling Lotor interrupted. "Antonio would be a great fool, but too bad, he's staying and you're going. Move it, Princess!"

"What's your hurry, my Prince?" Allura said sweetly."There's no need to worry. You have me."

"Yes, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"You said that things will go better if I accept your attentions. Since we're going to be lovers, I thought perhaps you might do me the courtesy of giving me a preview of what I can expect from you."

"Wha-" Lotor gulped as the Princess of Arus pressed her sweetly curved backside against his thighs. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"How about a kiss? It'll be easier if you turn me around," She responded, her hand lifting to caress the forearm wrapped around her waist as her bottom wiggled.

"I see." The yellow eyes narrowed. "And why would you want to do this now? I thought you had a yen for the goody-goody Captain."

His captive turned her head to the side and pouted prettily."Yes, I have a weakness for good looking men. " She shrugged. "And I'm a realist. If I'm going to be your Queen, I may as well make the best of it."

Lotor considered her words, glanced up at the hovering Black Lion and smiled toothily. "Yes, my Princess, I believe I will grant your request. An intimate kiss from you will show Keith you are mine- and that you will serve only me!"

The sword disappeared from beneath her chin, and Allura turned, her gaze focusing on the Prince's broad chest; he stood with lowered arms, though his sword was still at the ready.

Her gaze moved up his massive bulk and focused on the sharp angle of his chin, dropped to his chest and then lowered and became fixated on a certain spot. As she gawked, she started to smile...and then stifled a giggle.

"Is something amusing, Allura?" Lotor asked, clearly disgruntled.

"Er, no." She answered, as a snicker escaped.

A rough hand under her chin jerked her gaze up to his. "Tell me!"

"All right. You happen to have a large blot in a very personal area." The Princess told him in a dramatic whisper.

The haughty Prince's eyes widened. He released her chin and quickly glanced down. "Where? I don't see-"

"RIGHT HERE!" The Princess yelled, bringing up her hand so that the side of it slid under the perfect nose and painfully shoved it upwards.

Lotor dropped his sword and grabbed his nose as unexpected pain exploded below it. Allura stepped back, made a 'v' for victory with the fingers of her right hand and with a 'poinking' gesture, jabbed the two digits into his yellow orbs.

The Prince's helmet fell off as he doubled over, screaming with blind rage. The screams were promptly cut off by a feminine arm encircling his neck and squeezing as his scalp and hair were harshly rubbed and pulled by... knuckles?

"No! Not the hair!" He croaked.

"Yes, you should worry, you're a little thin up there." Allura informed him. "We had better protect what's left of it!"

The encircling arm flung him aside and Lotor stumbled. Opening his mistreated eyes, he tried to focus on the pink blur that was coming at him. Then everything was blotted out as his helmet was rammed down on his head and over his eyes.

"Stop!" He could hear his prize running away, and struggled to remove the headpiece, but it was stuck fast.

"If you didn't have such a big head, that wouldn't be a problem!" Allura yelled from a distance over a familiar rumble. As he finally wrenched the helmet and huge patches of hair off his head along with it, his clearing vision spotted the Princess resting safely on the paw of Black Lion as it lifted off the ground.

Inside the Big Suit, The Brain was looking at his colleague in wonder. "Pinky, what in the world-how did- why the heck would you teach her that?"

Pinky shrugged and grinned. "She likes slapstick. And you know, I thought it might help her someday when she had to fight. She's a jolly fast learner!"

His Captain blinked at him in disbelief.

"The Three Stoogies were classic comedy, you know. " Pinky informed him, looking wistful. "If only they had been real instead of live action."

"Only you would tell a Princess how to defend herself with a Three Stooges manuever." The Brain said with a small smile. "But surprisingly, that showed some impressive foresight and maturity. Well done."

"Why thank you, Brain." Pinky beamed.

"But Pinky?"

"Yes, Brain?"

"A mouse with maturity and foresight doesn't sit and spin doughnuts in my captain's chair."

"Righto. So sorry Brain."

"Are you all right, Princess?" Keith's amplified voice asked from Black Lion.

"Yes, but Blue Lion isn't!" Allura yelled back. "We really can't form Voltron now!"

"Don't worry, Princess, the Braintron Force can handle this!" Pidge said, as the rest of the Lions circled Black Lion.

"Pidge, I can't believe you're here!" The Princess called. "How did you manage to get to your lion?"

"He did the right thing and made amends with his creators." Keith told her. "It's-"

"A long story, that I'll save for back at the castle." Pidge said, sending a speaking look at Keith over the viewcom.

"Er, right. Go check on John and his crew, while I get busy with Allura-"

Keith stopped.

Lance smirked.

Pidge and Hunk tittered.

"I meant, I'll get her into Black Lion stat, then we'll join you guys!"

"Whatever you say, Chief."

"No need to explain, we know what you were thinking."

"Catch ya later, Romeo!"

Before Keith could form a scathing response, the three Lions took off.

"Let's get him!" The Brain cried to his crew, as Lotor bolted around them and headed for his transport.

The hovercraft took off, lurching and belching.

The Big Suit followed, running easily over the rough terrain, until it could launch itself into the sky, setting a direct course for the surprisingly speedy hovercraft.

After a few minutes of pursuit without gaining ground, The Brain told Pinky, "I fear we have depleted the infracells. Tell Cheddar we need more power."

Pinky dutifully relayed the message to an on screen Cheddar, who quickly tapped the command into his console. The Suit gave a lurch of speed, then slowed once again. Cheddar started squeaking, frantically waving his paws.

"He says this is the fastest we can go, unless we want the power crystal to be drained and all our weapons rendered useless." Pinky informed the Captain.

"I don't care! Tell him to make us go faster!" The Brain thundered, slamming a fist down on the arm of his command chair. A sorrowful squeaking filled the cockpit in response.

"He says, 'Captain, the crystal will not survive a higher speed! He can nae change the laws o' physics!'" Pinky translated.

The Brain scowled at Pinky. "Do something! Get down there and help him!"

Pinky scowled back. "Sorry Brain, I'm a lab mouse, not an engineer."

Down below the Big Suit, Lotor smiled as the Big Suit dropped further behind him, and he spotted the outlines of fallen trees from the Totally Demolished Glen.

He gunned the craft to top speed and shot toward them.

Hagar rose and stretched, as she spotted the black cloud shooting along the ground in her direction. She had watched the entire disaster unfold in her traveling crystal ball, cackling madly all the while, especially at the antics of the Princess.

The girlie had a hidden mean streak, maybe there was hope for her. If she could get the child to embrace the Dark Arts...

The old witch chuckled and filed the notion away for a future endeavor.

For now, it was time to prepare for the journey home. She thanked the evil stars that Zarkon would have no idea that anything had transpired-timing the disapparation of the ships to the deployment of a spell of distraction meant no one would look for them until they'd gotten home again.

Using her staff for support, Hagar clambered into her coffin ship. She muttered a few preliminary magical phrases for apparation, and waited for the inept Prince to arrive.

"Lotor is getting away! Probably has a ship in the Totally Demolished Glen!" The Brain shouted.

"Hunk, Pidge and I are right behind you," Lance's voice assured the mice. "Coming over at twelve 'o clock high. We'll stop him."

"We copy, Lieutenant. And thanks!"

The lion ships roared past Lotor and landed in front of him, forcing the Prince to bring his transport to a screeching halt.

"Out of my way, infidels!" The Doomian shouted, drawing his sword. "My witch is behind you, and if you do not let me leave, you will be sorry."

The malevolent cackle echoing into the clearing proved it was no idle threat.

"That witch again! Why is she always so good at helping him get away?" Hunk fumed.

"She's had lots of practice," Pidge reminded him.

"Heh. Yeah, I guess she has."

"Let's take her out. We leave Lotor to you, Braintron," Lance ordered.

"Right!"

"You're on!"

"Your command is our wish." The Brain acknowledged.

But as Hagar saw the Lion ships turning her way, she did something completely unexpected- before the lions could make a move, she jumped into her ship, slammed the lid and took off.

With open mouths, the team watched the ship disappear into the wild blue yonder.

"How do ya like that? " Hunk said. "She abandoned Lotor!"

"Why do I get the feeling it wasn't her idea to come here?" A grinning Lance responded. "Looks like she's letting Lotor take his lumps on this one."

"That's why we're going to let her go, team." Keith said, as Black Lion joined the group. "We'll back up Braintron. Antonio deserves to hand out some retribution."

Unbeknownst to the Black Lion pilot, the Captain and first mate of Braintron had a dilemma on their paws.

They sat, still as mice, all weapons trained on the evil Prince who had sunk to his knees in dejection as he watched Hagar disappear into thin air.

"You realize, Pinky, that if we dispatch Lotor, a big part of what makes the show so watchable will be gone." The Brain said quietly.

"I know, Brain. It's that pesky balance thing again, isn't it?"

"Yes, Pinky. And It's your favorite show."

"Yes. And as much as I can't stand the cad, the other villains just wouldn't be the same without him."

The Brain nodded. "Unwritten rule of an ensemble cast; an original goes, the replacement tries too hard to live up to the hype and falls flat."

"Yes, and it would mean you'd never get to meet Queen Merla." Pinky told him sadly.

"Queen Merla?" The Brain frowned. "I don't recall seeing anyone by that name."

"That's because you were busy planning and missed some episodes of season two." Pinky explained.

"So who is she?"

"A pink-haired, telepathic warrior woman with a flying Pegasus ship, a passion for nuclear physics and a burning ambition to conquer new worlds."

The Brain gawked at his friend. "And she's a Queen?"

"Quite. She was engaged to Prince Lotor, but she broke it off because she didn't like that he's a thoughtless, womanizing bounder." Sniffed Pinky.

The Brain straightened, a new type of glint in his eyes. "Then that settles it! We'll punish him severely and then we're going to let him get away. But only if that's okay with you, Pinky. He was quite terrible to you, you have every right to want revenge."

"But that would end the show with the Planet Arus in limbo, and the VF out of work! Lotor would want that, so we shouldn't give it to him." Pinky declared passionately.

"Hm. Good point."

"It's okay to punish him though. I wouldn't mind that at all."

"We will." The Brain promised. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky?"

The tall mouse put a finger to his chin. "I think so Brain, but I don't think Coran would ever leave Arus to be your butler."

"No, no, no, I meant this!" The mouse genius pointed to a matching switch and button on his console. "I was warned not to use these before...but a quick scan verifies that my hunch is correct, the weapon won't backfire on us if we fly upwind." He turned to the Space Mice, who had been eavesdropping the entire time on their split screens. "You okay with that?" He asked, with an evil looking grin.

The mice nodded, and also gave evil grins.

"Oh my," Pinky said, his eyes wide. "What is going to-"

"Watch and learn." The Brain said, and reached over and flipped the switch. The arms of the big suit raised to point at Lotor, who had now risen to his feet, a mocking smile pasted upon his cold blue lips.

"Go ahead!" The Prince challenged, throwing away his sword. "It's a good day to die!"

The mouths of four mouse appendages opened up.

"That's it, kill an unarmed man like the cowardly little rodents you are!" The evil Prince taunted, though the edge was lost as his voice was shaking.

"Oh we're not going to do that," The Brain's voice informed him.

Lotor blinked, cleared his throat. "You-You're not?"

"No. We're going to let you live."

"Then you truly are cowards!" The Prince bellowed, regaining his bluster.

"Fire away, Pinky," The Brain ordered, pointing at a red button.

"With pleasure, Brain." Pinky said, and pushed the button.

A blast of a vile smelling wind shot out of each mouse mouth, each gust coalescing into a powerful cyclone before reaching the horrified looking Lotor. The cyclone caught him up, spinning him round and round and bearing him along until he was over his coffin ship.

With the flick of a switch, The Brain cut off the power, and the Prince dropped, kicking and retching, into his vessel. The lid slammed shut and the coffin launched, quickly disappearing over the horizon.

"Smell you later, Lotor!" The Braintron Captain grinned, then looked askance at Pinky. "Limburger Wind Blasters," he explained. "Worse than ten thousand angry skunks. Be thankful we're not out there right now, that stench will stay with him all the way home and beyond."

"Ohhhh my!" Pinky chortled. "I wonder how Lotor will explain his stenchy-wenchy to King Zarkon?"

"From a galaxy far, far away." The Brain said with a smirk. "If they're lucky."

Pinky giggled.

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