"Count Blumiere is very disappointed in you, Dimentio," said the Count, his eyes blazing. Dimentio whimpered. He was partially sorry for his friend, but even more sorry for himself. If he couldn't defend himself, the punishment would be disastrous.
"Luckily," came Timpani's cold voice as she moved into view beside her husband, "we aren't feeling as vicious towards you as usual. You are excused from punishment, but you have to help us get Mr. L back to normal. Agreed?"
"Oh, yes!" gasped Dimentio, relieved. "I accept the offer, as willingly as a stalking lion accepts a sleeping gazelle as prey!"
"Uh, Count? Lady?" came Nastasia's voice from a corridor away. "We got a slight problem!"
"Dimentio, teleport us QUICK! Demanded Count Blumiere!"
The jester clicked his fingers hastily, and the trio reappeared in the relaxation chamber/living room. Nastasia and Mimi were standing back, their hair frizzled and their eyes displaying both a loss for what to do and smothered laughter. Raven and O'Chunks were leaping from one end of the chamber to another, trying desperately to catch Rightway.
The Count gaped. "What kind of... alter-ego... is THIS?"
Timpani, meanwhile, was doubled up in laughter. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAAH! Oh, Grambi! My sides! HAHAHAHAHAAAAA! This is hilarious!"
"Hang on!" yelled the Count, who swung his scepter over his shoulder, the dark-blue jewel pointing straight at Rightway. A thin beam of light burst from the tip and expanded into a blue glowing net, which flung itself around Rightway.
"Unicorn baking powder!" exclaimed Rightway, as he found himself bound. His opposite-direction-facing eyes then narrowed and flashed from emerald to scarlet, and he screamed, "SCISSORS!"
Almost immediately, a giant pair of green scissors appeared in mid-air. "Cut!" commanded Rightway, and the scissors sliced through the net with ease. Then, the scissors shimmered into nothingness, as well as the discarded net.
"What the..." whispered Blumiere, as Rightway rose into the air and began his strange flight pattern again, chirping out random words at random intervals. "How does that even make SENSE?"
"Coming from Rightway, that's like one plus one equals two," admitted Dimentio. "Trust me, that's the most sensible thing he's done. Well, apart from introducing himself."
"He has a NAME?" hissed the Count.
"Well, yes," said Dimentio.
"COUNTY!" whined Mimi. "HE'S WEIRD! MAKE HIM STOP ALREADY!"
"IT MAKES NO SEEEEEEEENSE!" screamed Nastasia, grabbing tufts of pink hair and yanking at them crazily.
"I can't get near 'im!" bellowed O'Chunks.
"SHUT UP!" exploded Raven, holding up her hands. Everyone fell silent, even the now-sobbing Timpani as she sank to the floor in her mirth.
"Fried fish!" finished Rightway, and he took a curtsey before opening his mouth. Incorrectly-spelt words floated out of his open mouth, before his tongue shot out and gulped them all back in, frog-like. He then gave a loud bark and fell on his stomach before slithering away like a snake.
"GETTIM!" roared O'Chunks, and the minions charged after the chaotic alter-ego.
Author's Note: If anyone can guess where a certain MLP:FiM creepypasta is referenced, they earn a cookie!