So in my initial imaginings of this chapter I imagined Don was simply just naked and Edward posed as a Slave Salesman was probably just wearing a change of clothes but as I've developed my Humanimal Universe so that the Wranglers aren't the total idiots I initally imagined them as (As I phrased it, the Wranglers slowly morphed from the Spaceballs to the Fire Nation) So I realized both Don would be expected to put on more clothes because even though as a Turtle basically covered by his shell it's expected for Humanimal men to at least wear pants and since the Gotham Rogues are known across human spece even though most of them have been reformed for over fifteen years they would probably recognize Edward Nygma right away unless he put on some extra disguise to conceal his identity

Meanwhile back on Planet Earth in Earthport, Belladonna was draining the last of the beef stew from her bowl, her bowl being the size of a kiddie pool, she mopped some sweat from her brow, it was the middle of summer too hot for soups or stews, but for large Draconic Creatures like herself stews were one of the most efficiant foods to get her to feel full, so hard to get foods in portions large enough to feed giant carnivores. Which were mostly either Prehistoric Creatures of 'Mythical' Creatures (Which of course turned out weren't mythical they just went into hiding after the Middle Ages and only reemerged after the Crystal Meterorite came to Earth and Humanimals began being made, which now that Belladonna realized was very strange like the Mythical Creatures knew it was safe to come out, or were told to come out)

Belladonna sighed, she knew her husband had faced equally fierce foes on his world and survived, but like the Town Mouse and the Country Mouse we all understand the dangers of our own worlds better than we understand other's She knew the Wranglers well, she knew how harsh and petty they could be, it was like a society run by spoiled petulent children in adult bodies who threw tantrums and broke their 'toys' for the smallest of reasons. Staring longingly at the night sky, knowing somewhere in the Cosmos was her husband along with her Herd Siblings and other heroes far more couragous than herself, Belladonna knew that she just had to have faith that her beloved would return to her safe and sound.

She then looked at their egg safe in her electronic nest, Beladonna stroked the egg the symbol of their love, and remembered a song Marzipan had taught her, Marzipan had sung it for the Mutant Babies when she and Ichabod were fostering them, it was a song from a children's movie Marzipan had been shown in her Special Ed Kindergarten when she lived on Mizzer, back then she didn't think much of that particular movie, but shortly after she arrived on Earth and began checking out the Interstellar Internet, she searched for things she was familiar with from Mizzer out of curiosity and found clips from shows and movies she liked and songs she was familiar with (And with the revelation her Uncle Gus had given that Scavenger Teams had been secretly traveling to Mizzer to rescue Old Earth Media before it rotted now they all knew why) Marzipan mentioned she had a newfound apprciation for the movie she hadn't thought much of back when she was a Kitten and realized she didn't remember the movie's theme song which was all about imagination

Belladonna began singing to her Egg

Whatever you imagine
Can one day come to be
There are dreams to awaken
Roads to be taken
Follow them, and they will set you free

Whatever you imagine
Is where your heart can go
There are worlds filled with treasure
Time without measure
To learn whatever you may need to know

Meanwhile the Fellowship Forces were crafily hiding on Viola Strierra's equivelent to Mars only this planet was Colbalt blue instead of red.

They had to do this with the precision of a well played game of chess, they had to lower Viola Strierra's defenses bit by bit if they want to have a chance of liberating all the Humanimals who lived there and bringing the Wrangler planet to its knees. The first move would be by sending Don in to infiltrate as an admittatly very odd looking Humanimal Slave (The explanation if anyone asked was he was a new kind of Humanimal whose strange looks were the result of crossbreeding, though what he was crossed with hopefully they wouldn't need to say) and it became clear it was especially good that Donatello was the one who was most fit to go undercover as a slave because he was the Tech Genius he could get into deep into the Downdeep-Downdeep and turn off the first line of defense so that the other could get through.

Of course, if Donatello was going to be 'for sale' someone would have to be the Salesman, Edward Nygma volanteered for the role, hoping it would give him a chance to confront his Old Flame Lady Gloria.

Don took off his mask and his other accessories, handed over his Bo staff and shurikin, even though as a Turtle he was pretty much covered by his shell, here it would pretty odd for a Humanimal Slave to walk around in public naked so they gave him some typical clothes a Humanimal for sale would wear, a silky white Tunic and pantaloons both embarrisgly puffy.

"It's almost as bad as what we had to wear in Arkham..." Edward Nygma remarked as he put on the long gray coat of a Slave Seller.

"Yeah," Don said trying to hide his fear beneath humor "It feels like I'm going into battle wearing pajamas..." He put on his clothes in front of everyone because as stated before he was already covered.

Edward Nygma for his part, felt quite solemn as he put the finishing touches on his disguise, since the Wrangler Empire knew all the Arkham Rogues and were in some way more wary of them than the Federation, he had to conceal his features to look like someone else, which meant dying his red hair which he took such pride in, jet balck the most common hair color on Viola Strierra probably because it was the color the Royal Family had, it was a special kind of paint that he could just spread over his hair, and would wash off when he showered, also the further conceal his indentity he was given what was essentually some black 'Guyliner' to paint over his his eyes, the Egyptian eye paint was surprisingly popular with Wranglers for some reason.

So I watched The Pagemaster during 'TV Time' (AKA put on a video to keep the kids occupied) in my Kindergarden class looking back I didn't think much of it at the time as it was a movie with talking objects not talking animals and it wasn't as cool as Brave Little Toaster or Thomas the Tank Engine and I probably thought the cowardice of the kid Richie made him an annoying twirp now that I'm older and have had struggles with anxiety I can empathize with him a but more also kind of showing some 'advanced' tech of this society with the easily removed hair paint