"So you pulled your plan off, without any problems?" the Mayor asked.
"Most definitely. The real Box is yours, my dear Richard. Now all we have to do is wait until the appointed time."
"Gotta say, I'm impressed. That was a beautiful piece of plannin'." Mr. Trick remarked.
"I have to agree! Haven't been this chipper in a while! Time for some cookies and milk! The ones with those nummy chocolate chips!" the Mayor said, practically performing a happy little dance behind his desk. He turned and started raiding his cabinet and fridge.
Neil's dark side and Mr. Trick gave each other a look, got out of their chairs, and filed out of the office.
The Mayor noticed them leaving, shrugged, and said: "Well that just leaves more for me!"
He dipped one of the cookies in his milk, put a napkin on his desk to catch any crumbs, set his milk glass down on it, and took a bite.
"Delicious!"
And in Neil's hospital room, the menacing crystals bided their time.
And waited.
The End?
(Roll End Credits Here)