The office has a single window, with the shades drawn. It's after midnight, so there's not much to see out the window anyway. A single large desk dominates the room, with a leather swivel chair that is currently turned away from the door - away from the occupant's henchmen. Two of them stand on either side of the desk. Another four of them are huddled together, blocking the door to prevent the last from making any ill-advised escape attempts. He stands alone in the middle of the room as the evil mastermind berates him.
"So... you let Arrelstein escape with the research notes AND the prototype. And you let those meddling kids ruin a perfectly good supply of Monster Blood."
"Hey, I'm real sorry, boss. It won't happen again, I swears."
"Mmm-hmm. Darn straight it won't happen again."
There is an ominous creak as the swivel chair spins to face the henchman, and a solid 'CLUNK' as something small but heavy is placed on the desk in front of the mastermind.
"Mister Visser thinks we should just feed you to one of the creatures down in the lab. But I disagree. It would be over too fast. So we're going to be playing with this little toy instead."
"Wha- Oh, dear god, no, no, NO!"
"Sorry, Skippy, but you screwed up big time, and I can't just let it slide."
The henchman falls to his knees and clasps his hands in front of him in fruitless supplication, begging and pleading. Behind him, the other henchmen scramble to get out of the line of fire.
"All right. On the count of ten. One, two, TEN!"
CLICK CLICK CLICK
There is an awkward silence as the doomed henchman and his executioner awkwardly realize that no doom has transpired. A slightly embarrassed evil mastermind examines the item on the desk.
"Oh, what do you know, it's empty. Guess I forgot to reload after the Smedley Twins screwed up." The evil mastermind laughs. "All right, Skippy, I guess I can let it slide this time."
"Um... thank you?"
"Since you're not currently suffering a fate worse than death, I've got some errands for you to take care of. I need you to get out to the hardware store in the morning and get a lock for that basement door. We don't need anyone else wandering into the lab. Could do with a fresh bottle of wood varnish, too. Oh, and can somebody please run out to the Foto Hut and get a resupply of the PsychoVision stock?"
Author's Note: I asked a close friend for help brainstorming ideas for this crossover, and he came up with this scene almost immediately.
PsychoVision was a real brand of cinematic film back in the 60s. It was used in one of the worst movies I've ever seen, an Italian film called "Bloody Pit of Horror".
