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Back in his room, Snaptrap, now in his normal form, was laughing and bragging to Vincent, the skull, about the trick he had pulled on his brother.

"Man, Vincent, you should've seen it! Those losers were tossing their cookies more than my family did that time they ate Mom's potato salad!"

He fell back on the bed, chuckling with merriment. "And Matt and Pat! Oh boy, did they get it bad! Especially, Matt! He was as green as the Chameleon. I could hear him throwing up all the way from where I was standing! And get this! Pat didn't just get food poisoning, she got her legs turned blue from the pool! She looked like she had Smurf feet! Two birds with one stone! Not so high and mighty now, are you loser siblings?!"

Snaptrap laughed until his sides hurt. Trying to catch his breath, he thought back to how he pulled it all off from the beginning. Suddenly, his face went from smirking, to serious. He got up and sat at the desk where Vincent was.

"You know, Vincent, pulling those pranks was fun and all, but...well, don't tell anyone, but I actually enjoyed talking to Matt at lunch. Yeah, I know, he thought I was Victor von Marzipan, but still, it was pretty cool to be able to talk to him like that without him treating me like I'm stupid or something."

Snaptrap grinned and leaned in closer to Vincent. "And you know what else, Vince? I told him about some of my past crimes like stealing the TUFF laser with an RV and trying to crash that iceberg into a cruise ship, and you know what? He thought it was amazing! Well, actually, he thought some of the stuff in those stories were just jokes I stuck in there, but still, my brother actually thought something I did was amazing! I can't remember the last time he told me that."

Snaptrap scratched his head. "Actually I can't ever remember a time he told me that."

Vincent just stared back with his permanent vacant grin. "What? No!" Snaptrap exclaimed as if Vincent had actually asked him a question. "I'm not sorry I pulled those pranks! Not a bit! You know why? Because Matt had told Dr. Rabies that I was an immature, idiotic, clod! Right in front of me! Okay, he didn't know I was there, but it still hurt! And I bet he tells people that sort of stuff all the time!"

Snaptrap folded his arms. "Nope, I don't feel sorry one bit. And speaking of Dr. Rabies, boy, was that guy a jerk. Callin' our family sewer rats! Yes, Vincent, I know we are sewer rats, but he didn't have to make it sound like he was better than us! I can't believe I actually invited that guy to my Doomie Awards. He's officially off the list!"

Snaptrap lowered his folded arms on the desk and rested his chin on them, smiling craftily at his skull friend. "You know, Vincent, I was able to sneak into Pat's room and sabotage her makeup. Heh, wait'll she puts it on. With that and her blueberry legs she won't look so glamorous then. And I managed to sneak a little surprise into Matt's birthday cake too. Let's just say he'll get a "bang" out of it, hee hee! And then, that's when the real fun will start. I've been saving the best for last."

Snaptrap reached into his open suitcase and pulled out a small square technological device. He held it up triumphantly. "Behold! The Scrambler Device!" Snaptrap presented it to Vincent while explaining. "Awesome, isn't it? I swiped it from Bird Brain, and the instructions for it. I didn't really read them though, just gave it a quick skim. From what I read, this thing can scramble any type of machine or techno device it's attached to. All I gotta do is set the scrambling strength and the timer, then stick this little guy on the yacht engine. Once the timer goes off...bingo! The whole engine will shut down! As long as this device is on it, they'll never get it started! Matt's party will be brought to a halt and my revenge will be complete! His precious Phantom will be known as the Phan-Dumb! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!""

Vincent just stared back silently. Snaptrap glared at him.

"Shut up, Vincent! It was too a great joke!"

Matt was in the yacht's small infirmary room, recovering from his food poisoning, along with many of the other guests who had eaten from the buffet. He had taken some medicine and was resting on a small cot-like bed, though his mind was anything but restful. He just couldn't understand what had happened at lunch. He had ordered only the freshest ingredients for his party and hired the best cooks. How could they have gotten food poisoning? And the pool. He had made sure it had been thoroughly cleaned this morning. How in the world could it have turned the swimmers blue? It just didn't make sense. He had been so careful to ensure everything had been taken care of. And how was he going to explain all this to his disgruntled guests? He knew this had cost him valuable status points amongst them. The fact that they were high ranking villains didn't make the situation any better. No doubt Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe were going to rub this in his face once they all recovered. They always did that with any mistake he made. Matt sighed in frustration. Then he sat up slowly as a realization came over him. Victor von Marzipan had eaten the food too, yet he didn't seem to be the least ill from it. That did seem a bit...suspicious. Or was it just a weird coincidence?

Matt thought back to the conversation they had. It was a pleasant one and Victor seemed like a decent if not quirky individual. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about him. His manner of speech, the way he acted. Matt felt a strange sort of deja vu' while talking to him. And his past crimes, they did sort of ring a bell. Matt thought about it, then just shrugged it off. Perhaps he was worrying over nothing. Maybe the whole thing was just a freak accident. Even the best make mistakes sometimes. Feeling better, Matt got off the bed and stretched his limbs. He walked out of the infirmary only to be met by Collette. She smiled sympathetically at him. "Oh Matthew, I heard what had happened. I am so sorry. You are feeling better, yes?"

Matt immediately straightened up and put on a smile. "Collette! Er, yes, I feel completely fine. I was just going to um, tend to my guests about the...er, lunch incident. I hope you weren't affected."

Collette shook her head. "No, not at all. I was... um, getting a facial during lunch. I hope your guests won't be too angry with you."

Matt shrugged nonchalantly, though inside he was nervous. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to calm them down...one way or another. All part of being the host, I suppose."

Collette took a step closer to him. "Maybe after you can show me around your yacht, like you promised?" She asked coyly.

Matt gulped. "I...er, yes! Of course! I'd be most honored. I'll do it as soon as I take care of the guests."

Collette took hold of his arm. "Merci. I will accompany you. That is, if you don't mind?"

Matt's face began to color as he grinned. "Not at all..."

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Guests began to calm down a bit as the day went on. It was hard to stay angry when there were was so much to enjoy on the magnificent yacht. Snaptrap was already having fun...carrying out his final act of revenge. He had made his way down the decks of the yacht, and was finally on the one level that would take him to the engine room. Rounding a corner, he found the door that he was looking for. Making sure the coast was clear, Snaptrap shape shifted from Victor von Marzipan into an engine worker. Feeling the Scrambler device in his pocket, Snaptrap whistled happily as he walked through the door and into the engine room.

With his revenge ensured, Snaptrap decided to take full advantage of what Matt's yacht had to offer. He had hours before the Scrambler Device would go off and who knew when he'd have another chance to take advantage of his brother's riches? Besides, in his Victor von Marzipan disguise, he could go anywhere he pleased without being under any suspicion. Right now, he was giving the pool table a try. He had played pool with his DOOM henchmen many times(Although he often cheated to win). He was showing off (Or at least trying to) to a few of the guests, wanting to impress the high ranking villains. Squinting one eye, he aimed carefully with his cue stick and struck the cue ball...a little too hard. The cue ball went sailing over the heads of the guests towards the back. Snaptrap(Or rather Victor), shrugged sheepishly.

"Uh, foul." He said lamely.

A cry of pain from the other side of the room indicated that the stray cue ball had found a target. Snaptrap strained to see over the heads in the room to see whom it was he hit. He froze when he saw the "victim" coming towards him. It was Pat.

Terrific, he thought.

Pat came up to the german shepherd while holding up the cue ball accusingly. "Is this yours?" She asked, obviously annoyed.

Snaptrap(Victor) gulped. "Uh, yes?"

Pat narrowed her eyes. "Nice shot. You just hit me in the back! Who are you anyway?"

"Uh, I'm uh," Snaptrap stalled as he strained to remember the name he gave himself, "I'm Vuh- Oh yeah! I'm Victor Thaddeus, Richard uh, von Marzipan. I'm a friend...of Matt's."

Pat put her hands on her hips. "One of Matt's friends huh? I shoulda known. Well, I'm his sister Patricia Snaptrap. Where'd you learn to play pool anyway, Mr. von Marzipan?"

Snaptrap(Victor) straightened up, trying to sound confident. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent pool player. I just got a little carried away that's all. Experts do that sometimes you know."

"Expert?!" A voice laughed mockingly. The guests parted and out strolled Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe. It was Madame C who had made the remark. She beared a striking resemblance to TUFF Agent Kitty Katswell: a tan cat with black hair and green eyes except, like Dr. Rabies, she too had a black eyepatch and goatee(Yes, she had a goatee).

"Is that what you call yourself?" Madame Catastrophe scoffed, "You have a very high opinion of yourself, Mr. von Marzipan. Or should I say: a great delusion?"

Snaptrap(Victor) only glared in reply. Madame Catastrophe turned to Pat. "Why Pat, how nice that you were able to join us," she said in a mocking sweet tone, "I thought you'd be busy dying your hair...you know to hide those grey areas." She glanced down at Pat's blue stained legs. "Or maybe it's not your hair that needs dying," she concluded.

Pat tried to speak sweetly through clenched teeth. "Oh, my hair's fine, Dear, thank you. I thought you'd be too busy shaving."

Snaptrap(Victor) gave a slight snicker. Madame Catastrophe's eyes hardened as she touched the facial hair on her chin. She gave Pat a wicked smile. "Better to have a bit on the chin, than alot on the waist," she growled.

Pat drew back a bit, as she quickly felt her hips. Snaptrap's(Victor's) eyes widened a bit.

Did...Did she just call Pat fat?

Pat looked a bit hurt by the remark, but she straightened up and stared challengingly at Madame C. "You talk like you're all that, Catastrophe, but how about proving it, you and Dr. Rabies?"

"Ooo, is that a challenge I detect?" Madame C asked, "Well, I'm game, whatever it is." She turned to Dr. Rabies. "How about you, Darling?"

Dr. Rabies smiled insolently, "I'm all for a little competition. No matter how "little" the competition may be."

"Just be careful it's nothing to sportsy, Patricia," Madame Catastrophe warned with a chuckle, "A woman of your...girth...may be at a slight disadvantage."

Snaptrap noticed the slight sting in Pat's eyes from the remark. He even heard a few snickers from those around them. A strange feeling came over him. A feeling of...pity...and protectiveness towards his sister. He glared back at Dr. Rabies and Madame C, with teeth clenched.

Pat composed herself and nodded towards the pool table. "How about a game of pool?" She suggested.

Dr. R and Madame C glanced at one another and nodded. "Agreed," Dr. Rabies spoke. "But you'll need a partner too, my dear Pat."

"I'll do it."

Everyone turned to Victor von Marzipan who had spoken. He stared determinedly at Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe. "I'll be her partner," he volunteered.

Pat stared at him in surprise. "You?"

Snaptrap(Victor) nodded. "We'll show these jerky stupid heads," he said, "Just give me a chance, Sis-I mean, Miss Snaptrap."

Pat stared at him, looking slightly puzzled. Something about the juvenile remark he just made reminded her of someone. She then shrugged and said, "Fine. But only because no one else seems to want to."

"Sweet!" The dapper dog replied. He turned to Rabies and Catastrophe. "You're going down, Losers!"

"Before we begin," Dr. Rabies said contemplatively as he stroked his goatee, "Why don't we make this a little more interesting? A wager perhaps?"

Pat and "Victor" looked at each other then back at the Doctor. "Alright," Pat replied.

"Excellent!" Dr. R exclaimed. "Let's see...the losers have to...stand out on deck and declare the winners to be the greatest villains in the world...while doing a dance dressed as Quacky the Duck and the Sharing Moose. "

"Deal," Pat said without blinking an eye. Snaptrap merely gulped. There were mumbles of amusement throughout the audience. This match just became a lot more interesting.

Madame Catastrophe turned to the spectators. "You are all our witnesses!" She declared, "If you heard the wager agreements say, 'Aye!'"

"Aye!" Everyone shouted at once. Madame C turned to Pat and Snaptrap, smiling smugly.

"Well, then," she purred, "Let the games begin."

The players chose their cue sticks and the billiard balls were set up. Dr. Rabies made an elegant wave with his hand to the two opponents. "After you," he said mockingly.

Pat took her cue stick and aimed carefully. With a small clack, she sent the cue ball towards the colorful billiard balls, scattering them in different directions. Madame Catastrophe's turn was next. She struck the cue ball which struck another ball, sinking it into a pocket. She smirked at Pat who just glared in reply. Then it was Snaptrap's(Victor's) turn. His hands trembled a bit as he aimed his cue stick. He could hear Dr. Rabies laughing quietly. He was so nervous he struck the cue ball a little harder than he should. The cue ball rocketed off the table striking a wall. It then bounced right back to Snaptrap, smacking him in the face, and zoomed right towards the table where it struck a billiard ball. The ball rolled smack into another ball which caused them both to fall into a pool pocket. There were ooos and ahhhs from the audience as they softly applauded. Even Pat looked amazed at the outcome. She turned to "Victor."

"Nice shot," she said in amazement. "A little unorthodox, but it worked."

Snaptrap rubbed his sore snout and gave a lopsided grin. "Told you I was an expert," he replied.

The game continued on, both teams doing moderately well. Snaptrap made more misses than any of them, but he still kept up. Everyone was silent as the game got more suspenseful with each sink of a ball. Soon thirteen of the fifteen balls had gone onto the pockets with two balls left. Doctor Rabies and Madame Catastrophe had sunk seven balls while Pat and "Victor" has sunk only six. Pat and Snaptrap(Victor) were in a pickle. Even if they made one shot, Dr. R and Madame C still had a chance of winning if they sunk the remaining ball. If Pat and Snaptrap(Victor) wanted to win, they would have to sink both of the remaining balls in either one shot or after their opponent's turn...both of which were a long shot, especially given the angles that both balls were positioned at. To make matters worse...it was Snaptrap's(Victor's) turn. Madame Catastrophe laughed.

"Well, Victor, it appears you're in quite the predicament, is it not? No pressure now." Both she and Dr. Rabies chuckled smugly.

Snaptrap gave a big, nervous gulp. The light seemed brighter than ever and he could feel beads of sweat on his snout. He glanced at Pat who was nibbling one claw anxiously. He could feel the tension in the air.

Why did I get mixed up in this? He thought mournfully.

"Hurry up!" Madame Catastrophe snapped impatiently, "I want to have your humiliation posted online by this evening!"

"Oh, the heck with it!" Snaptrap(Victor) suddenly shouted. He closed his eyes and struck the ball as hard as he could in a leap of faith. The cue ball shot off the pool table and ricocheted off the nearest wall, causing it to bounce all over the room. Onlookers shouted and ducked to avoid being beaned on the head. The heads of both teams shook back and forth as they followed the ball's pathway. As the the cue ball began to slow, it shot towards the pool table, striking one of the remaining balls. The ball speedily bumped off the sides of the table, eventually striking the other remaining ball. Both balls were now bumping back and forth across the pool table as if they were in a pinball machine. The teams looked on anxiously. Spectators were straining their necks to get a good view of the outcome. The two balls began to slow down and rolled to opposite directions. Snaptrap(Victor) covered his eyes with both hands, afraid to look.

Clunk! Clunk!

The sound made him peek out through his fingers. Both balls had vanished...right into opposite pockets.

The room was deathly quiet. Suddenly there was a burst of applause, cheering, and cries of amazement. Pat and Snaptrap(Victor) stood stone still, staring at the pockets where the balls had sunk in. Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe also stared, their mouths hanging wide open in disbelief.

A slap on his back caused Snaptrap to come out of his stupor. Before he knew it, all the villains in the room were shaking his hands and congratulating him. He was confused for a moment, then slowly started to smile as he realized he was the star of the hour...something he had never dreamed he would be in his whole life. He turned as he felt another pat on the back. It was Pat, smiling impressively.

"Ha! Ha! Great shot, Vic!" she exclaimed, "Guess you really are a pool expert...even if your methods are weird. You did good."

Snaptrap(Victor) beamed. You did good. He never thought he'd hear those words from Pat. "Thanks Si-I mean, Miss Snaptrap," he replied gratefully.

"Eh, call me Pat," Pat insisted. "Wait'll I tell Matt about this."

"Actually, I already know."

Pat and Snaptrap turned to see Matt and Collette standing next to them. Matt smiled. "I saw the whole thing. Well done you two, well done."

"You were both amazing," Collette spoke, "Especially you, Monsieur Marzipan. That was a magnificent shot. Tre' bien."

"Uh, thanks," Snaptrap(Victor) replied, blushing a bit, "Er, Tray Bean to you too, Miss uh..."

"Collette," the pretty skunk answered, shaking his hand, "Collette Parfume. It is nice to meet you, Monsieur von Marzipan."

"Er, c-call me, Victor," Snaptrap(Victor) said.

"Oh, that's right, you two haven't met yet." Matt spoke. He introduced "Victor" to the beautiful French skunk. "Collette runs a small but successful perfume company," Matt explained, smiling at Colette. "And she does a bit of smuggling on the side."

"Neat," Snaptrap(Victor) replied, "Uh, no offense, Miss Parfume, but, you don't really look like the bad guy type."

"Oh I know," Collette answered sweetly. She gave a sly smile. "It is actually a great advantage for me. No one would suspect that a petite skunk such as myself would be smuggling jewels and valuables in some of my perfume bottles."

Matt chuckled, "Quite clever isn't it? And Collette also happens to be an expert at boating."

Pat snickered. "Yeah, and making you blush. Ow! Hey!"

Matt had given Pat's leg a slight kick, his face turning red. "Ahem! Er, say, why don't we go out on deck?" He suggested, "I'm sure we want a good view for Dr. Rabie's and Madame Catastrophe's (chuckle) 'performance. I can't wait for...Good heavens! Pat! What on earth has happened to your face?!"

"Huh?" Pat began to feel all over her face, "What's wrong with my face?"

"Ew," Collette, spoke looking closer at her, "You are breaking out in red spots. Like some sort of allergic reaction."

Snaptrap(Victor) clapped his hand to his mouth. He was so into the pool game that he forgot he had sabotaged Pat's makeup. He had put only a few drops in it from a vial he had, but it was enough. Now ugly red splotches were breaking out all over Pat's face and neck. She took a compact mirror out of her pocket and glanced into it. She dropped it with a scream of shock.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Her scream caused everyone to turn and look at her. They gasped and started pointing and whispering. Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe snapped out of their shock at the sight of her and laughed.

"Blue legs and red spots!" Madame Catastrophe laughed cruelly, "Quite a fashion statement you are making, Pat. It suits you well!"

Snaptrap watched his sister run out the room with watery eyes and her hands covering her face. Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe continued their cruel laughter. Snaptrap stared at them, their laughter ringing in his ears. Suddenly he felt angry. Very angry. Straightening himself up, he stomped over to them.

"HEY JERKS! SHUT IT!"

His shout caused them and everyone else in the room to be silent. Snaptrap(Victor) bared his teeth at Dr. R and Madame C, then made his mouth slowly turned upward into a wicked smile. "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you two," he said loud enough for everyone to hear, "You guys still have a 'show' to put on...Quacky and Sharing Moose."

Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe's eyes nearly popped out of their heads, as they remembered that they had lost the wager. They had no retort to give.

Snaptrap(Victor) turned and addressed the guests in the room. "You guys were witnesses. We agreed to the wages, now they gotta pay it, right?" Everyone cheered in agreement while Dr. Rabies and Madame Catastrophe exchanged nervous glances. Snaptrap(Victor) turned to Mad Cow and Kung Pow Chicken beside him. "Would you two gents see to it that these two honor their bet, fair and square?" He asked in a gentlemanly way.

Mad Cow and Kung Pow Chicken both grinned maliciously. "We'd be delighted, Mr. von Marzipan," Mad Cow chuckled, pounding his fists together.

Snaptrap(Victor), Matt, and Collette watched as Mad Cow and Kung Pow Chicken escorted the losers out to get into their costumes, with the rest of the guests following them. Matt turned to Victor."Thank you for standing up for Pat, Victor," he said, "I do hope she's alright."

"Uh, sure, no problem," Snaptrap(Victor) replied. He looked to where his sister had run out. He didn't understand. He should be glad he got his revenge on Pat. He should've been laughing his head off.

But for some reason...he didn't feel like laughing.

Revenge might not be as fun as Snaptrap thought it would be.

Wow, what a match! Would you believe I've never played pool? At least not a real game, just basic hit the darn balls into the I had to look up the rules and stuff to make sure I got the portrayal here right. And it looks like Snaptrap's dumb luck saved the day...that's cartoon characters for ya. And it looks like he gained a bit of admiration from both his siblings. If only they knew who "Victor" really was. Then again..maybe for now it's best that they don't.

Madame Catastrophe is just as big a jerk as Dr. Rabies isn't she? Heh, heh, at least they both got their just desserts...for now.

So, will Snaptrap continue the revenge route...or will he have seconds thoughts? More to come.

Looks like Snaptrap may be having second thoughts about this whole revenge thing.