Episode 39: Mammon's Magnificent Musical Ft. Fizzarolli Part 1

Years Ago…

There was a giant stadium at the center of the Greed Ring where thousands of spectators were watching the stage at the front. Spotlights shine everywhere before green flames sprout at the stands.

Soon, the announcer says, "Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!"

A giant sign pops up from the stands and makes a spinning slot motion like a slot machine before it stops at a jackpot, revealing the name of the sign: Mammon.

There are many spectators cheering with excitement. Among them are Blitz and Fizzarolli in their teens, before the accident, and both of them are screaming.

The announcer continues, "The sin you all looove most: Mammon, King of Greeeed!"

In a rockstar entrance scene, Mammon slides on stage with a guitar and pops up on stage with green fires and confetti bursting from behind him, wearing sunglasses.

Mammon happily shouts, "Heya, implings! How're you little," HONK, "Doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your shit lives!"

Everyone, including the two friends scream in excitement and at the top of their longues.

Everyone cheers, "Mammon, Mammon, Mammon!"

"Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool," Mammon spins his guitar, "Shit for you 'ere tonight, but first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?"

Fizzarolli happily cheers as he raises his hand, " I do, I do!"

Blitzo shouts, "Me, me, me, me, me!"

Then Mammon announces, "Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!"

Soon, a giant sign behind Mammon that says, "Mammon's Super Fucking Rad as Shit Clown Pageant" before more explosions bombed on stage with fireworks and confetti.

Everyone cheers, "YEEEAAAHH!"

Mammon continues, "You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests But for clowns, so it's better!

And soon, the sign that said: It's Better before arrows point at the sign. More fireworks and confetti exploded on the scene.

Mammon continues, "Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there!" picks up a Imp demon child with glasses, "A new chance to work with me," The Imp child had goo goo eyes looking at him before he hugs Mammon, "Mammon!"

Blitzo however, is a bit uncomfortable to hear that statement, and makes a disgusted look on his face. Fizzarolli, however, is staring at Mammon with bright goo-goo eyes of admiration.

Mammon continues, "And be the new face of my clown-ish brand!," Pulls the imp kid back like a rubber band before throwing him off-stage, "I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi," But quickly catches himself "- u-um- fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy," Nervous laughter, "Uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny." He pauses for a second, and says with a smile, "ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand, YEAH! So they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!"

Fizzarolli continues to look at Mammon with exciting admiration, "Wow!"

Blitzo kind of turns sour after realizing what a letdown Mammon was since he's trying to make a scam out of everyone in the crowd. And is unsure about Fizzarolli's admiration.

Mammon continues, "You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure. But it's not weird," He then spots one imp in the crowd and points at the one with glasses, "You're weird, you sick fuck! And if you say it's exploitation, fuck you! It's not exploitation! If you think that then you're a dickhead," The crowd was dead silent after hearing his complaints.

Then Mammon shouts with excitement. "Anyway, CLOWNS!"

Soon, shadowy figures of clowns and whatever kinds of demons appear behind him. The crowd was back to cheering, but the ones at the front weren't so lucky as they were dogpiled by the shadowy clowns swarming all over them.

Later that night, the boys are walking down the street to get back home.

"Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns," Blitzo says.

"I have to win that pageant someday," Fizzarolli says, excited, "Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?

Blitzo questions, "What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot."

"It's not about that! It's getting to work with my idol," Fizzarolli says, and his eyes glow with admiration, "I just love that he's giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He's an inspiration." and is daydreaming.

Blitzo however is still unsure, "Well he's- definitely something alright. I mean, I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?

Fizzarolli laughs and says, "So worth it!"

The boys continue to walk down the street. Unbeknownst to them, a stranger appears behind the light post, looking at them from behind like a creepy stalker before he scurries away like a raccoon.

Fizzarolli sighs and asks, "Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard? - I think…"

"I think if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything," Blitzo says. Then grabs Fizz by the head and gives him a nuggy and laughs, "-it'll be you, Fizz."

Suddenly, they hear a voice in front of them, "Holy shit, you're Fizzarolli!"

The boys look to see a male Imp with curved up black and white striped horns, white hair, and glasses. He is wearing a green shirt and black pants.

He shouts in excitement, "Oh MAN! Your stuff is great!"

Fizzarolli however, is instantly creeped out by a sudden appearance of the crazed fan.

Fizzarolli nervously says, "Oh- hey there. Thank you, I appreciate that."

The pair begin walking past the crazed fan, and begin to head back home. But the crazed fan zips past them to be in their way stopping them from leaving..

Startling Fizzarolli, "Woah- oh- okay."

The crazed fan continues, "After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too! I'm really good!"

Fizzarolli is looking a bit nervous as the others don't seem to care. Fizz then lets out a nervous chuckle and heads towards him to give the fan a handshake as a sign of appreciation.

Blitzo however has a scowl look to see the weird fan.

And then Blitzo recognizes him, "Hey, aren't you that creep who's always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?"

As Fizz was about to give him a handshake suddenly stops. However, the crazed fan, Burnie suddenly grabs hard on it and pulls Fizz up close to his face, completely oblivious to the others' presence.

Burnie says, "I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-"

"Dude, weird fuckin' pitch. Fuck off!" Blitzo shouts, wanting the creepy fan to leave Fizzarolli alone.

But Burnie shouts back, "I was talking to the clown, asshole!"

Burnie twists Fizzarolli around to face away from Blitzo so he can continue on with his crazy sexual obsession with him.

Then Burnie says, "I'm sorry, Fizzie. I'm not normally so aggressive, I promise. I've just waited my whole life for an opportunity like this!"

Up close of the fanboy's glasses reflecting the anxiously nervous Fizz.

"With your fame, and my raw, undiscovered talent, I know we can-" Burnie says.

But Blitzo cuts in, "Hey, shit-dick, beat it now or I'll make ya swallow your fangs!"

Blitzo has had enough of this creepy stalking moment and comes up to break it up.

Burnie keeps on ranting as if Blitzo was not there, "Fizz! You don't want me to leave, right? Tell him you don't want me to go!"

Fizzarolli, now very uncomfortable about their encounter, decides to not deal with this anymore and pulls his hand back.

"I- uhm- We have to go now. Thanks, though!" Fizzarolli says, nervously.

Fizz leaves the obsessed fanboy. Blitzo shoves past him with one hand out of the way with a deadpan look. Burnie realizes what has happened and holds his arm in a heartbroken pain and collapses to the ground in anguish.

"Eugh! Fiiizz! FIZZAROLLIIII!" Burnie screams.

Fizzarolli throws one nervous glance behind to Burnie before leaving with Blitzo.

Burnie begins ranting, "Fine! Fuck you! You think you're better than me, you elitist prick? Your act's fucking trash anyways!"

Blitzo makes a disgusted look on his face.

Then turns to Fizzarolli, "Cheeeese and hot sauce Fizz, your fans are something else."

"What if my acts are trash? What if I'm never good enough?" Fizzarolli asks, worried.

But Blitzo says, "Hey, hey. Don't let one asshole get to you, 'kay? You're- you are plenty good enough."

"But, I have to be perfect," Fizzarolli says.

Blitzo groans, "Do you?"

But Fizzarolli says. "I'll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I'll be good enough for M-"

Years later…

Commercial:

The commercial soon shows Mammon, the King of Greed.

He wears a three-eared neon green and dark green jester cap with small dollar signs at the ends, and a black area at the front resembling a crown. He wears a jester's collar colored half-dark green and half-neon green with yellow trim at the bottom and has black diamonds. His attire has two layers of differing colors with the first being dark green and the second being black, and with both having yellow trim and bells at the bottoms, and neon green diamonds around them. The sleeves are asymmetric with one on each side being dark green and black while the other two have white and pale green stripes. He wears asymmetric gloves with two colored black and two colored white, and with all having yellow trim at the bottoms. He also wears white and pale green striped pants with gray jester shoes with white bells on top.

Mammon announces, "It's me, Mammon! And I'm here to announce the amazing new brand," Showcases the new robotic android of the original Fizzarolli, "Fizzie! We got a Fizzie for every occasion!"

Mammon: We got fluffy toy Fizzie

Then the commercial shows Fizzarolli robotic items that are branded for every purpose and skills such as toys being stomped on.

Mammon: Fireman Fizzie.

As a fireman

Mammon: Therapist Fizzie

Then as a Therapist

Mammon: Wait in line for you Fizzie

Then shows the Fizz waiting in a shopping line.

Mammon: Doctor Fizzie: beeps every time it senses cancer!

Then dressed as a doctor.

Mammon: Fat Fizzie, skinny Fizzie, so many Fizzies!

Then there's a Fizz that was big and obese before deflating into being small and skinny.

"And if you wanna fuck 'em, you can!" Mammon adds.

Mammon: We got Fizzies for the kids.

Then shows Hellhound kids chewing on Fizz while fighting over it.

Mammon: Fizzies for the teens

Then a teen Imp uses Fizz as a chair while giving a thumbs up.

Mammon: And Fizzies for you sick, fucking degenerate adults!

And then three horny female Imps licking and sucking on a Fizz.

"We got 'em all! All based on my new face, Fizzieee!" Mammon says before bringing Fizzarolli on camera.

Fizzarolli appears to be nervously smiling with a bead of sweat on his forehead.

He then jabs a thumb to himself, "That's me!" and lets out uncomfortable laughs.

"Buy yours now! Do it!" Mammon announces.

The commercial scene zooms out with a giant "Buy" logo behind Mammon and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli makes one last nervous chuckle before the commercial explodes.

Commercial ends:

Present Day:

Fizzarolli is looking into his mirror, noticing the gray patch over his eyebrow.

"Oh fuck, Mammon is gonna notice that," Fizzarolli says in concern.

He frantically searches as he asks, "Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!"

Asmodeus walks over from behind to see Fizzarolli's distressing state.

He then says, "This is the 10th year in a row you've done this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win every time! How come you're always so dead set on this?"

"I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's- really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I- I gotta be perfect," Fizzarolli says before he slumps into the couch.

Ozzie approaches Fizzarolli and says, "Fizz, you ain't perfect! Nobody is! How abooout, you sit this one out, and let someone else take the spotlight? You deserve a break. Or a vacation," That causes Fizzarolli to smile.

Ozzie also adds, "Where you don't have to fend off creeps the entire time."

But Fizzarolli says, "I had to fend off creeps before the robots, I just have thirstier ones now. Besides, I just- have to do this!"

"Lemme rephrase…" Asmodeus says with a frown on his face, "I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same."

Fizzarolli turns around in frustration, "I just don't think about it, a toy is a toy!" He calms himself and says, "Look, Ozz, I'm fine. Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He's been my idol since I was five, I can't just- not compete! I'd be letting him down! Th-the fans down!"

"Mammon can eat my ass. In a bad way," Asmodeus says, bluntly.

He then says, "Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has! He doesn't even do clown shit anymore."

He then notices the dejected look on Fizzarolli's face, and lets out a heavy sigh before hanging him a small jar of foundation. Turns out Asmodeus has it the whole time.

Fizzarolli takes the jar and, while facing the mirror, applies some until the gray patch is gone.

Asmodeus tries to reason with him, "I just don't want you doing all this for someone's approval. Sometimes heroes let you down."

"I know, Ozz. But this- i-is for me. I don't wanna lose," Fizzarolli says and continues preparing his makeup.

Asmodeus then begins to think of something. Something that can help talk Fizzarolli out of doing the pageant.

Meanwhile…

In Blitz's apartment, Blitz is sitting on the couch alone in the dark while disgustingly eating cereal when his phone rings.

With his mouth full, Blitz answers, "Yello?"

And the conversation begins going back and forth from Blitz's place to Ozzie's.

Asmodues watches Fizz from behind the curtains as he says to Blitz, "Is this- Fizz's former bestie, then lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitzo?

"Ehn, that is a weird way to put it, but," Blitz says, but then proudly says, proudly, "Eeyup, that's me.

"This is Asmodeus," Asmodues says.

That catches Blitz by surprise, "Oh, shit. The big Ozz himself! Heh, is there a reason you're calling me on the weekend, Your sin- sinness? Sinfulness? Sin-" stammering, "Royal, big man?

"You've lived rent free in Fizz's head for years, so I can't help but feel he values your take on things," Asmodues says.

"Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger opinions," Blitz says, "Yeah like, like one time, he tried convincing me that juggling was cool, but it's only a little cool at best."

Then Asmodeus gets to the point, "Look, he's deadset on re-entering Greed's yearly clown pageant."

"Wow, big fucking surprise there," Blitz says, sarcastically.

"I was hoping to have some... backup in convincing him that this thing is a waste of time," Asmodues says.

As Ozzie speaks, Blitz eats a whole block of cheese and swallows it whole.

Confused, Blitz asks, "What? Why? Doesn't he always win?"

"'Cause Mammon is a selfish, manipulative, piece of shit!" Asmodues angrily says in a demonic voice.

He calms down and says, "And Fizz doesn't listen to me when I try to tell him that."

Blitz begins to consider it, "Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people's flaaaws…" And then smiles in agreement, "Alright, count me in!"

Meanwhile, Amara is in her room with Roy. She's polishing her weapons as Roy reads one of his picture books. Amara soon hears her phone ringing and soon answers.

Amara says, "Hello."

"Hey Amara, are you doing anything tonight?" Blitz asks.

"Well no. Dad and Octavia went out so it's just me and Roy," Amara says.

"Great to hear. Listen, Ozzie wants me to come to the Yearly Clown Pageant to keep an eye on Fizz. And I thought you could help me out with it. Roy can get in free and get a good show," Blitz says.

"Well, as long as it's for work, I don't care too much about that pageant. But I think Roy might like going there. I hear it gets very exciting," Amara says.

"Well then, pack your gear and get Roy's stuff, we're going to Greed," Blitz says.

Sometime later…

In the Greed Ring, a large crowd is gathered behind a blockage which is the Mammon Theater. The location of the Clown Pageant. Soon, a limousine arrives in front of the red carpet.

Fizzarolli leaps out of the limo, "Hup- hup- Hey!" and greets the fans as they cheer him on.

Asmodeus steps out in his lowkey form. Blitz falls out of the Limo as Amara and Roy climb out of it. Blitz quickly gets up and dusts himself.

Roy looks around in amazement, "Wow. This place looks so cool."

"Yeah. I hear the Clown Pageant is one of the biggest events in the Greed Ring, so it's bound to attract a big crowd," Amara says.

Then says to Roy, "But remember to stay close, it's easy to get lost."

"Okay," Roy says.

Soon, the three begin to follow the clown participating in the show.

Blitz says, "Wow, I have not been to a Clown Event in years."

"Can you remind me why you and the kids are here, again?" Fizzarolli questions.

"I uuuh- invited them," Asmodues says, "To help you with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can't be with you, I felt they'd be the next best thing."

"They'd be the next best thing?" Fizzarolli questions.

"Well they kept you safe when I wasn't able to, so I trust that," Asmodues says.

Blitz then aims his gun at a kid before Blitz pulls him back.

Fizzarolli nods, "Mmm-hmm." And whispers, "L'il sus, babe." and walks ahead.

Asmodeus stays behind, nudging Blitz to get his attention. Blitz nods in reply and Asmodeus leaves the area.

Blitz catches up with Fizzarolli and says, "Come on, it's just like old times. I'll make sure no one gives you shit, today."

"You mean besides you?" Fizzarolli says in remark.

"Come on Fizz, we're just here for security," Amara says.

Then turns to Roy, "And one of your fans likes to see you perform."

"Uh uh," Roy says.

"Well, how can I say no to a fan, but it's kind of confusing that one of my guards is a seventeen year old Goeita," Fizzarolli says.

"Just as everyone is confused that I still work at I.M.P despite me being a Goeita," Amara says.

Suddenly, they hear rumbling sounds, and appearing in a green explosion is Mammon, the King of Greed and Fizzarolli's boss.

He says with a big smile, "Aaay, there he is!" and grabs hold of Fizzarolli's face by the jaw, "Now, how's my bright, shiny, brand baby doing? Ready to reclaim your win another year? Yeah?"

"You know it, Mammon sir," Fizzarolli muffles.

"Goooood, "Mammon puts Fizz back down, "Cause, you know, I saw your competition, and it's pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra hard like- fixin' that posture."

Fizzarolli straightens up.

"Not gonna lie, you're looking a bit chungo, yeah?" Mammon says and pats Fizz's stomach in emphasis.

That causes Barbie and Amara to turn to see Mammon talking to Fizz. Blitz even removes his sunglasses in disbelief.

"Maybe lose a few so we don't gotta make any more adjustments to the Fizzies. People like 'em skinny as FUCK," Mammon adds.

"Oh- right, sir. Of course! I'll work on that," Fizzarolli says awkwardly before his ego has been deflated.

"What?!" Blitz questions, appalled

"The fuck does he mean?" Amara questions.

"Huh?" Roy replies, confused.

Mammon soon notices Blitz and the kids, "And who's the dumpster-diver ya got here with ya? And he has a Goeita and a little Imp with him, and they're both dressed like Wrathians."

"I have a name!" Amara angrily says.

Then Blitz says, "Hi, yes, nice to meet you, I'm the one who saw through your fake-ass bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered, dick show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way."

Fizzarolli nervously laughs, "Haha- ha- ignore him, sir. He's uh- he's like this all the time. He thinks he's funny."

"Offended," Blitz says, narrowing his eyes.

"Riiight, yeah," Mammon says with a smile, before frowning towards Blitz, "You can shut your (honk) c***-ass mouth, boy." And then he says to Fizz, "I'll see you on stage! And don't forget to fuckin' smile Fizzarolli."

Fizzarolli gives Mammon a big smile and a salute.

Mammon steps closer to the tent, "The smile is the face people like to seeee froooom you!" and soon disappears in a puff of smoke.

"Wow, that guy sucks so hard," Blitz says with a deep frown on his face.

"He really does suck," Amara says.

"Look Blitz, I don't know why Oz brought you and Amara here, but can you at least not talk back to my boss?! I need this gig!" Fizzarolli says, feeling a bit pressured.

"Why? Don't you have the world's best sugar daddy?" Blitz questions.

"I just need it, okay?!" Fizzarolli says.

"Why?" Amara asks.

"I just do," Fizzarolli answers.

He sighs and says to himself, "Smile inside and out."

Soon, Fizzarolli walks further down the red carpet with a smile on his face while waving to the crowd.

The crowd cheers, "We love you, Fizz! We love you, Fill! We love you, Fizz! Ready for another win, Fizz?"

"Oh, pfft. Well, I don't wanna assume, but, as always, I have an act that's without a doubt gonna-" Fizzarolli says with confidence.

But a pair of voices say in a union, "-Fucking lose!" and cuts him off.

Fizzarolli turns to see a fish demon woman stopping in front of him

She has a slim figure with faded, light blue skin. She is a fish-like demon with large head fins whose design has a similar appearance to that of a lionfish.

She has a deep grayish blue with light-blue irises and sharp black pupils. Her eyelashes are long and entirely black, with tiny dots resembling the bells on her skirt located on the ends of them. She sports two horns with black ends, and has two black marks cross through her eyes.

Her hair is lengthy and extravagant, fitted into a long ponytail that is a black on the outside with two bright-blue stars, while the inside of her hair is a shade of dark blue. She has long straight bangs. She wears a crop-top that is a somewhat brighter shade, with an upside down heart cutout on the front and her right sleeve is a dark blue with various holes exposing patches of her skin. Her left arm sports a long, dark blue glove that ends before her shoulder starts. She also wears aurora blue gloves and a light-ish blue skirt that branches off into multiple triangle-shaped appendages with bells on each end. Her leggings are dark blue, with light-ish blue diamond-shapes and stripes.

She flips her fin hair then moves to reveal another female demon who poses alongside her, which is really her sister.

She is a deep grayish blue with light-blue irises and sharp black pupils. Her eyelashes are large and prominent; they resemble light-blue fins with black trims. She sports two horns with black ends, and has two black marks cross through her eyes. Her hair is lengthy and extravagant, fitted into a long ponytail that is a bright blue on the outside with a black stripe running through it, while the inside of her hair is a shade of dark blue. She has spiky bangs. She wears a dark blue crop-top with long sleeves that form finger-less gloves on her hands. On her waist, she wears a light and olive blue skirt that barely extends to her pelvis, creating a clothes-less gap from to the start of her legs and her thigh-highs, the right of which sports a dark-blue base and a diamond shape with a lighter shade of blue, with the left one featuring striped variations of blue.

The crowd goes wild for the new addition: The Glam Sisters. The one on the left is Glam and the one on the right of Glitz.

Fizzarolli nervously says, "Oooh, fun. You gals gonna be competing as well? That's really nice."

"You can shut up now you fugly imp," Glitz interrupts.

As she and her sister are posing together.

"Yeah, see we didn't come to chat, we came to win," Galm says.

"Wow, what attractive attitudes you got," Fizzarolli says

"Like we care what your opinion is Fizza-" Glitz says, but stops to think, "Uh…"

But Glam quickly responds, "-rotty!"

"Shut up, I was thinking of one!" Glitz says, annoyed.

Then Glam says in a sassy tone, "Should've been faster."

"Whore!" Glitz insults.

Glam also throws an insult, "Slow-ass, bitch."

Then Blitz walks over and says, "You know, it's pretty telling that you snatches can't even keep your stupid mirror schtick together. It ain't cute."

"We don't need to," Glitz says.

And Glam says, "We put our energy towards our performance."

"And winning Mammon's favor," Glitz adds.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch," Amara says.

"Say you, feathers," Glam mocks.

Amara puffs in anger.

"Are you okay, Amara?" Roy asks.

"I'm fine," Amara says.

Seeing Roy, Glitz says, "Well, ain't that a cute little guy."

"He looks adorable," Glam says.

"Is he joining the show too?" Glitz questions with a grin.

"He's only seven, bitch," Blitz says.

"We were joking, but he's still a little cutie for an Imp," Glam says.

"And maybe we can teach him our little tricks," Glitz says.

Fizzarolli sheepishly smiles, "Oh, well. I look forward to seeing what you do, and may the best clown w-"

"We plan to," The Glam sisters say in the union.

Glam laughs as Glitz flips off Fizzarolli.

"-win," Fizzarolli finishes.

The two sisters then take their leave and head to the pageant.

Amara clenches her fists in anger, "Rrrrrgh! Those bitches remind me of Daliah. I just want to punch their lights out."

"Easy Amara, there's no need for you to get violent with them," Fizzarolli says.

Then Blitz says, "Aw man, I didn't give a rat's ass about this competition," Blitz says, and then turns to Fizzarolli, "But, Christ on a stick Fizz, pile drive those sluts."

Fizzarolli begins to feel the pressure of the competition.

Sometime later, inside the tent where a shark-shaped arena is housing the competition.

The announcer through the loudspeakers, "We've certainly got some quality up here tonight, folks. Will Mr. Ten years running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat?"

All the contestants appear on stage as the crowd goes wild.

Mammon sits in a web at the very back, accompanied by two robo-fizzies, one of them fanning him. Mammon sinks his teeth into a chicken drumstick as the contest begins.

Song:

Juggling, it's objectively cool

Our returning champ is nobody's fool

Fizzarolli performs his juggling act on a unicycle but ends up with the balls bouncing off of his head.

Song:

But, what's this?

The twins bring it up to the wire

Also, they're on fire

The Glam sisters above him are on a tightwire. Glitz is sitting on a unicycle pedaling while holding up Glam, who is upside down and juggling the balls with her feet. Glam lets the balls fall, landing on Glitz's knee as she balances them perfectly.

Song:

Points for style (Points for style)

The girls are then lit on fire as they glare smugly.

Song:

The crowd goes wild (Crowd goes wild)

The scoreboard changes, putting Glitz and Glam in the lead with 123 points. Trailing behind is Fizzarolli with 115.

Song:

It's the pie gag and the twins want a taste,

Glitz and Glam smile at the audience as they pick up a pie with one hand and hold each other's free hand.

Song:

But, what's this?

The sisters prepare to shove a pie in their face when Fizzarolli appears in between them to take the hit.

Song:

It's Fizz in the face

He takes the cake and he eats it, too

He's hungry to win, and he's covered in goo

Glitz and Glam glare angrily as Fizzarolli sits down in a chair nearby then poses as a pile of pies drop on top of him. He kicks his leg upward and the residue of pie lands on the girls' heads.

Song:

That's point for cream the crowd screams

The scoreboard changes again, putting Fizzarolli in the lead with 375. Glitz and Glam trail behind with 327 points.

Song:

Ba-ba-ballons, he's pumping them out

From where I'm sittin' you can hear the crowd

Fizzarolli blows up seven balloons then twists them together to make an image of Mammon's head.

Song:

Not give a shit cause the twins are here

The Glam Sisters appear, holding a crown made out of balloons. Glitz and Glam place their crown on top of Fizzarolli's Mammon face, stunning him. Mammon laughs, impressed with the action.

Song:

They're full of sin and they're here to win

The scoreboard changes, once again, this time tying Fizzarolli and the Glam Sisters for first place with 666 points each. Glitz and Glam grin maliciously as they glare at a nervous Fizzarolli.

Song:

Holy, moly! Things are not looking good for Fizz-a-rolli

The crowd cheers as Mammon appears on stage.

Mammon announces, "And, now, you (honk) c****, we are down to our clowny finalists."

The crowd cheers, "Mammon! Mammon!"

The spotlight from behind Mammon blinds a topless fan, who is sitting on the shoulders of another imp and holding a sign that says 'Charge Me Mammon' and her credit card number. She falls backward into the crowd.

Mammon rushes over and holds up Fizzarolli, "My very own pride and joy, the marketable son I never had, Fizzarolli! And the surprisingly funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements:"

Mammon drops Fizzarolli as he approaches the other finalists, Glitz and Glam.

"The Glam Sisters!" Mammon adds.

Glitz and Glam pose with Mammon. Fizzarolli puts on a forced smile for the audience before Mammon pulls him over.

Then Mammon says, "Now, we're gonna have a quick meet 'n greet with our finalists…"

And soon, Mammon disappears.