Chapter Thirty-One: Princess Morbucks Returns To The Dark Side

Back in the sprawling metropolis of Townsville, the hot pink 2023 Hyundai Sonata with the female gender sign embroidered all over it could be seen on the freeway with Queen Latifah's "U.N.I.T.Y." playing inside of it. Inside of it, the blonde misandristic villainess, Femme Fatale, was driving with the seductive, manipulative villainess, Sedusa, in the front passenger seat. Both Sedusa and Femme Fatale were sharing a massive marijuana blunt as they were bobbing their heads to the music, Femme Fatale singing along to the song. They both had a lengthy drive to basically get to the other side of town where the upscale population all resided at.

"So, Angie, just when the fuck did Princess decide she was gonna be Ms. Goody Two-Shoes and stop being evil?" Sedusa asked out of curiosity.

"I think after that Beat-Alls shit." Femme Fatale answered. "When I saw her at Walmart just taking selfies with people, I was like, "Oh, now that shit ain't right." Then I go on one of my favorite feminist Facebook groups and I see her in some female ex-con convention just encouraging all of those ladies to quit fucking up. I literally got a fucking migraine after hearing her saying "fuck" or "fucking" every third word or some shit. The mayor even told her that if she kept up the good deeds, he'd expunge her criminal record. And who knows, maybe Santa will take her off the permanent naughty list."

Sedusa could only let out a hysterical laugh, facepalming and shaking her head in disbelief.

"That shit HAS GOT to be some fucking ruse." Sedusa got out, dismissing Femme Fatale's words. "Trust me, Angie, it won't take me long to convince her to come back to the dark side. I had the Professor and the mayor in the palm of my fucking hand, and they're grown ass men. She's a mother fucking kid. Kids feel envious for weeks after someone did something bad to them, and being the spoiled fucking brat she is, this is her opportunity to get back at the Powerfucks."

Femme Fatale took the exit that she needed to take, but another car abruptly passed in front of her. Femme Fatale had to slam on her brakes and swerve in the opposite direction to avoid sideswiping the other car.

"Fucking salad tosser!" Femme Fatale screamed out.

Femme Fatale passed by the other car, rolling her windows down. The other car also rolled their windows down, and inside, there was a millennial couple with the male driving and the female in the front passenger seat with their three children, all boys, in the back seat.

"Watch it, you whore!" The female in the other car screamed.

Femme Fatale and Sedusa simply flipped off the couple in full view of the children in the back seat, the male and the female's jaws dropping at the gesture with Femme Fatale speeding up to get away from the other car.

The two female villainesses continued on the interstate, M.I.A.'s "Bad Girls" playing on the radio as they both sung along to the song and danced in place to the song, starting on a new marijuana blunt.

"So, Ima, what is this Simon guy like? He isn't a typical fucking prick like most men, is he?" Femme Fatale asked.

"He's short, sort of cute, has these two big chipmunk teeth, but he looks, how do I put it, um, wicked." Sedusa answered. "His voice is swooning. But goddamnit, he wants to rule the world and has the power to do so. I was beyond ecstatic when he asked me to join. You won't regret being on his team, Angie."

"I better not, Ima." Femme Fatale warned. "But if I can get back at those Powerfucks and all of those bitches in jail who called me Shit Barbie and rule the fucking world, so fucking be it."

Femme Fatale took another exit, the final exit that she needed to take to get to the upscale area of Townsville where the multi-million dollar mansions, penthouse suites, luxurious hotels, and the premium, upscale businesses were. Despite both villainesses both being from Townsville, they both looked around in awe at how rich, clean, and beautiful everything and everyone all looked.

"Manifest this shit, Angie. This will be us when we rule the world." Sedusa said.

"Yep. I can see it all now." Femme Fatale added.

After taking a few turns, Femme Fatale and Sedusa pulled up to the Morbucks Mansion. They drove up the very lengthy driveway, both ladies in awe of the lovely surroundings that the large home had, everything from the huge garages to the pristine, decorative fountains to the small waterfall to the freshly cut lawn to the decorative courtyard.

Femme Fatale maneuvered her car around so she could combat park, making her eventual departure easier. Afterwards, the two villainesses got out of the car and walked right up to the front door. They rung the doorbell and waited for an answer. The answer came only after a minute or two, though it wasn't Princess or Daddy Morbucks that answered. It was rather the butler, who normally assumed such duties.

"Good afternoon, madames. How may I be of assistance?" The butler greeted with a warm smile, his voice having a pronounced French accent.

"Good afternoon, Jean-Paul. We need to speak with Princess Morbucks." Sedusa responded, confirming the butler's name. "It is an urgent matter."

"My sincere apologies, madames. I regret to inform you that neither Princess nor her father are present here at this time." Jean-Paul revealed. "They have both departed on holiday to Southern California and their return is not expected for another month. I have been placed in charge of the household while they are away. If you will give me the identities assigned to the two of you, I will inform Princess herself that you came by seeking her."

"No, that's fine, Jean-Paul. We'll just come back. Thanks." Femme Fatale said, a bit of agitation in her voice.

"Very well. You both have a pleasant rest of the day, and God Bless." Jean-Paul said as he closed the door.

"FUCK!" Sedusa screamed loudly, stomping her feet. "What a fucking time for the rich fucking brat to go on fucking vacation! God fucking damnit!"

"Well, Ima, what the fuck is Plan B?" Femme Fatale asked.

"Angie, that was Plan A, B, C, all the way to fucking Z!" Sedusa angrily answered. "That fucking jewelry needs three ladies to reach full fucking power!"

"Well, we'd best put our thinking caps on or those Powerfucks will find Simon and all of this shit will be for nothing." Femme Fatale said. "Now who else here in Townsville is female that hates the girls as much as we do, hmmm?"

"I got it!" Sedusa said as she snapped her fingers. "You know Maryanne Smith, who used to live next door to the girls? She has got to be…."

"Nothing doing, Ima." Femme Fatale responded, interrupting Sedusa. "She and her hubby moved to Los Santos four months ago. She's in one of my feminist groups. You didn't hear this from me, but she's gonna divorce Harold and is gonna turn lez."

"SHIT!" Sedusa shouted out angrily. "And her daughter?"

"Nada. CPS took her and Bud away after they all got released from jail. No telling where they are." Femme Fatale revealed.

"How the fuck do you know all this shit, Angie?" Sedusa inquired.

"I told you, Ima, after I got out of jail, I've wasted my fucking life away online. I don't even have a fucking life anymore. Sad, I know." Femme Fatale replied.

"If only we could have Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy here in Townsville. That would be the fucking shit!" Sedusa mentioned.

"Heh, there's only room for three ladies, Ima. They'd probably kick me or you out." Femme Fatale joked. "Or both of us even, and they'd go get Catwoman to be the third lady."

"I would never do that shit to you, Angie. If I'm in, you're in, bottom line!" Sedusa mentioned.

Femme Fatale looked up towards the sky with a dejected look on her face, sighing sadly and shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh well. We tried, Ima. Go and tell…." Femme Fatale said before she saw another building off in the distance.

The building was quite tall but quite dilapidated. On the top of the building, there was a large M on it that was surprisingly still intact. Femme Fatale's eyes lit up when she saw that building. She walked over to get Sedusa's attention, who was throwing a massive tantrum.

"Ima, allow me to introduce you to Plan B." Femme Fatale said with a smile as Sedusa looked up towards the building, an evil grin forming on her face.

"Angie, GYAITMFCRNBIBYA!" Sedusa said, saying that long acronym very fast.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Femme Fatale asked, perplexed.

"I said get your ass in the mother fucking car right now before I beat your ass!" Sedusa ordered, spelling out the acronym. "Let's fucking go there!"

"Heh, you bet!" Femme Fatale agreed, laughing at Sedusa's words.

The two villainesses got back into Femme Fatale's car and drove off, en route to the building that was home to a once-successful fashion entrepreneur.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Song Artist/Source: Queen Latifah
Song Title/Source: U.N.I.T.Y.
Year Song Released: 1993
When Played: Played in Femme Fatale's car before the near accident.

Song Artist/Source: M.I.A.
Song Title/Source: Bad Girls
Year Song Released: 2012
When Played: Played in Femme Fatale's car after the near accident.

Song Artist/Source: Lady Of Rage
Song Title/Source: Afro Puffs (Music Video Version)
Year Song Released: 1994
When Played: Played in Femme Fatale's car when she drives off from the Morbucks Mansion at the end.