Crumhorn lets out a smile as rain began to pour down in London one morning.
True, France had just turned down his offer to buy Paris, even with him offering the country a billion Crum-pounds, but nevertheless he was happy about something else.
No, it was not ordering his secretary, Marcy to buy the country and change its name to Loserville.
It was the time when he destroyed Danger Mouse.
It had been a week since then, all to make his little girl Dawn, turned the evil Princess, happy.
Most fathers would do everything to ensure that their child is always happy. Keep them safe from monsters hiding under their beds or in the closets. Kiss their boo-boos away when they get into some minor accidents. Maybe even read them a couple of bedtime stories.
But Crumhorn, not surprisingly, isn't like those fathers I described in the last paragraph.
While it is true that everything in the last couple of days was to make Dawn happy after she was arrested and sent to Arkwright Asylum by Danger Mouse for attempting the turn the world pink again, it was all really his plan from the start to break Danger Mouse – figuratively and literally.
Dawn was merely the key to kickstart the plan.
And she have served her purpose.
She is of no use to him anymore.
Even her powers are useless to him.
It's too bad he can't drop her off at some place and abandon her now that she is useless to him (probably because she's only a child) unless either she is of age to legally move out and live on her own or having Child Services breathing down his neck constantly.
He never asked to be a father.
He never asked to have a child.
A spoiled, bratty little girl that is.
It just happened at the worst place at the worst time.
Sometimes he wonders how Cyril Sneer was able to have a son and still be a rich, successful businessman.
It's probably a Canadian thing.
And then, the intercom of his office phone went off.
"Mr. Crumhorn, your daughter is here to speak to you." The voice of a woman with a Brooklyn accent cried.
Crumhorn sighed. "Marcy, tell Dawn that daddy's busy right now."
He hated having to spend some quality time with his spoiled-rotten child, having to hear whatever problems she had in mind, and always having to witness many of her temper tantrums.
It took away too much time of his work, and his plans to secretly conquer the world.
He's losing lots of money because of her.
Whenever Dawn needed someone to talk to or to simply gain attention, he would simply leave her in the care of the servants as if she were a pet. To him, it was a good move, and he would have lots of time at work.
To others, especially those that value their families, this was a bad move.
What Crumhorn never realized is that one bad move like this could change everything.
()()()()()
"I'm sorry, Dawn, but your father is very busy at the moment." An emotionless female Afghan hound informed the impatient Dawn, who was currently wearing her Princess persona.
But knowing Dawn, she doesn't like to be kept waiting, nor does she like being ignored by her own father.
"Marcy, when will I have time to speak to Daddy?" Dawn asked rather impatiently.
"It'll take a while." The Afghan hound, Marcy replied, not really caring about Dawn or her feelings.
She then starts making baby talks to Dawn, thinking that she a dumb, naïve child. "Now, why don't you take the Ultra-Melter Daddy bought you and turn the ice caps into slushy drinkies, yes?"
But what Marcy doesn't realize is that Dawn hated when people make baby talks to her, as if they only see her as a dumb, naïve child who is defenseless without her parents protecting her.
Rather than throw a tantrum and make a scene, Dawn simply left the building.
It was shocking to an emotionless Marcy.
I was even shocked by this.
()()()()()
Dawn did what Marcy suggested while her father was busy with his work.
She and her flying pony travel to the Arctic with the Ultra-Melter in tow, to melt as many ice caps as possible into slushy drinks.
At least that'll keep her mind off of her father for now.
So far, she had made 50 slushy drinks.
However, 20 minutes in and already she finds that turning many ice caps into slushy drinks are boring.
Why?
She should be having fun with it like always.
Having a blast at turning the world pink, turning people into action figurines and toys for her to play with, or messing with the calendar to make sure that the weekend never ends.
So why all of a sudden, she wasn't having any fun with it?
It was because Danger Mouse wasn't here to stop her this time.
She had her father destroy him out of revenge.
She should be happy that the mouse wasn't here to stop her as usual.
But for some strange reason, she misses him.
"It can't be! I despised him!" Dawn cried. "He always ruining my fun at any chance he gets! Why should I be missing that mouse?"
As angry as she was for thinking that she misses him, Dawn could not help herself but realize something that she might've missed all this time.
Strangely enough, Danger Mouse cared about her.
No.
That wasn't true.
If Danger Mouse cared about her, he wouldn't be stopping her from having her fun and constantly throwing her into Arkwright Asylum everything he stops her from whatever evil plot she had in mind.
But then again, if Danger Mouse didn't care about her, he would've let her swim in what looks like a hot tub with pink water in it. He would've let her get killed swimming in that pink water if he didn't care about her at all.
In a way, Danger Mouse cared about her enough to save her life that day.
He cared about her enough to save her…
…from herself.