Thud.

"OW."

Thud.

"OW."

Thud.

"OW."

Thud.

"OW."

"Once more!" called Dimentio.

He, the Count, Timpani, O'Chunks, Nastasia and Mimi doubled their grip on Raven and hurled her into the door as one.

"OW," she said.

"It's never going to work!" whined Mimi, releasing Raven's legs.. "Plus, I'm tired."

"Same here," panted Nastasia, letting go of Raven as well. The remaining three let go of the forest girl, so that she thudded to the ground.

"OW!" she yelled. Raven then got up, rubbing her head. "Dammit, that hurt guys!"

"Good," said Dimentio lightly.

Timpani wasn't laughing anymore. She had her head cocked to one side, and it appeared that she was thinking very deeply indeed.

"Um, Timpani, my dear?" interrupted Blumiere tentatively.

"Yes?" said Timpani, giving a little start.

"Um, may Count Blumiere ask about what you are thinking of?"

"I'm thinking if I can turn into a Pixl and sneak in through the window," explained the rainbow lady.

"WHAT?" shouted the minions.

"Yeh can DO t'at, lass?" breathed O'Chunks weakly.

"Uh, yeah," replied Timpani.

"Why didn't you TELL us?" demanded Raven.

"It... was supposed to be a surprise?" answered Blumiere sheepishly.

"This is your idea of a SURPRISE?" yelled Nastasia, her hair almost coming out of its bun.

"Surprise?" said Timpani quietly.

Dimentio suddenly roared and clutched at his head. "That is IT! I have had ENOUGH! I am going to go in there and, ah, what is the common term? KICK THAT IDIOT'S BUTT!"

And before anyone could say a word, Dimentio had burst through the door. And he hadn't even stopped to open it.

Rightway was happy. Very happy. He was sitting on a TV made entirely of chocolate, and was congratulating himself. His way, of course.

"Swine echolocation invisible rinse party!" he announced.

The bikes and pigs and monocles and footballs and buffalo all started clucking like chickens. And it was around this time that Dimentio burst through the door.

"PREPARE TO DIE, HELL SPAWN!" the jester roared, pointing a threatening finger at Rightway.

But the strange alter-ego simply cocked his head and said, "Moonie?"

Dimentio charged, roaring like an angry bull, his hands surrounded in purple-and-yellow dimensional aura and a magic blast in each hand already charging up. Rightway frowned and raised his left foot, while chanting, "Pinpoint, pinpoint, pinpoint!"

Immediately, a leprechaun appeared. He bared his teeth at Dimentio, who stopped dead in mid-air, and suddenly sprouted emu legs and wings. The leprechaun began washing the pile of dirty dishes that had appeared in a pile next to him, kettle-like sounds coming out from his ears.

Dimentio's reason suddenly caught up with his senses. His plan of attack... should he start now?

Tentatively, the jester gulped. "Frog?" he said weakly.

Rightway's eyes suddenly lit up. He clapped twenty-seven times, making the now-tap-dancing leprechaun turn into a flying cookie, then looked at Dimentio with a large grin.

"Plaster!" he replied.

"Uhm... e-earthquake?" said Dimentio.

"Scroll cajole!" agreed Rightway, now nodding happily.

"Vet... leopard... banana?" replied Dimentio.

"Warty toe?" gasped Rightway, his eyes starting to display fear.

Dimentio was starting to feel more confident. "Grapefruit," he said.

"Flare element llama quinjet!" gasped Rightway. He started making a clicking noise with his tongue.

At the first click, a buffalo disappeared. The next click brought down a pig. The third made a bike go away. With each tongue click, a chaos bringer disappeared. Rightway started clicking faster and faster, until everything was gone.

"W-wow," stammered Dimentio.

"Uh, Dimentio?" called Count Blumiere from the door. "May we ask what in the holy name of Grambi is happening?"

"Well,"said Dimentio, "it's a long story."