OMG, I Love Dimentio!
"Dimentio, it's your turn!" Mimi held the microphone out to the magician.
"No, I don't want to." Dimentio shook his head.
"C'mon!" Mimi said.
Dimentio sighed.
"Fine!"
The music started. It was Discord, a song the villians knew very well.
"I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear someone else is pulling at the strings.
Something terrible is going down through the entire town, wreaking anarchy and all it brings.
I can't sit idly, no I can't move at all! I curse the name, the one behind it
aaaaaaaalllll!
DISCORD!
I'm howling at the moon and... I can't do this!" said the emmbarrased jester, pausing the music.
"No! Keep going!" Nastasia said.
"Yea'! Yeh've got a great singing voice!" O'Chunks said.
"Please?" Mr. L said.
Dimentio groaned, but restarted the music.
"And sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon.
DISCORD!
Whatever did we do
to make you take our world away?
DISCORD!
Are we your prey alone?
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
DISCORD!
We won't take it anymore, so take your tyranny away!"
"Now I'm done!" Dimentio stopped the music and left the room.
"Aww, that was really good!" Mimi whined.
"What made him stop?" Mr. L wondered aloud.
"It's so obvious! He's emmbarrassed!" Nastasia said.
"He don't 'ave to be embarras'd! Unlik' O'Chunks, 'is singin' voice 's real good!" O'Chunks said.
Everyone was silent until Count Bleck walked into the room.
"What happened...asked Count Bleck?"
"Long story short, Dimentio has an awesome singing voice and he's emmbarrassed," Nastasia said, her shoulders slumping.
"Oh. Carry on then!" the count left.