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Al Gore sat in a particularly plush office chair over looking his massive picture window. In his lap rested a copy of The Delmor Gazette. It was open to the second page where, underneath the articles about prize-winning cows and how the Bush administration was planning the invasion of a local man's garage, there was a brief article on how a space ship had crashed into a local duck farm.

"Minion thirty-seven!" A man in a suit rushed up to Gore. On his sleeve, there was a patch that read Hello, my namer is: 37.

"Yes, Mr. Gore?"

"Ready my costume. I want to take a look at this 'Area 42...'"

Afterwards>>>

Super Duper Broadway Man waited outside the gates of an enormas masion. The guys in the Darth Vader knock off costumes's offer had been terably tempting. Super Duper Broadway Man wondered how much this guy really knew.

Super Duper Broadway Man got in the long black limo, swirling his black cape around him as he sat down. He looked around the limo.

"Fair..... but needs a complete and total atmosphere change.” he thought to himself. It looked like to him that this guy, Super Duper Broadway Man had yet to find out his name, had all the venomous smoothness of a politician and yet all the class of an evil villain. "He would make a fabulous Scar for The Lion King”, he mused.

"You need to change the atmosphere in here", he said to the man next to him, "it clashes horribly with the image you’re trying to put out. And by the way one never gets right to the point in a arrangement such as this", Super Duper Broadway Man gestured with his hand in reference to the situation they were in, "conversations of that matter must be conducted in a room, usually of one fine tastes, while the two men have a civilized conversation, all, of course, for the drama."

He tended to be quite through and sometimes downright mean in his dramatic critiquing. "So on that note-", here Super Duper Broadway Man interrupted him self with yet another comment on the situation, "could you play some slightly ominous music? It would be much better for the mood. Any way as I was about to say, do you have any cigars?”

Super Duper Broadway Man was lead into a magnificent room. The words "fine tastes" didn't even being to describe it. He was astounded it was as if his very imagination had come to life right inside this guy's dinning room. Super Duper Broadway Man sat down at a table that was long but not too long. It was just long enough that if he lunged across the table there would be a good foot and a half between him and the man at the other end. The table was clad in white silk, the napkins must have had a thread count of at least 200, the silverware was made of actual silver, and the glasses on the table, which were filled with only the finest of wines, were made of actual crystal. Super Duper Broadway Man was very impressed.

“Well then”, he said to the man across the table, “I must say you seem to have read my mind. I’m impressed. So before we start this business deal we have here, I say business deal because you look like a business man or possibly a politician, I must say one thing. I’m only here because you said you would help me with my problems. Specifically the one problem called Lt. Killjoy. I’m willing to do whatever you want me to, so you can help me get a hold on his throat.”

Super Duper Broadway Man stopped talking for a minute and smiled to himself. He always wanted to play the evil villain in a musical. This was even better. And besides, the thought of getting revenge on Lt. Killjoy was reason enough for Super Duper Broadway Man to sell his soul to the devil himself. “Anyway before we start I want to know two things. One, what is your name? I can’t work with you if I don’t know what to call you. And secondly, I want to know what exactly your plan is, or I’ll walk right out of here and make it my job to bring you down. Do I make my self clear?”

Super Duper Broadway Man leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself.

"I think we are going to get along quite well you and I. Despite this evil villain motif you have going here, it seems that you are a nice, or at least fair and reasonable, man. And your a real man, you have a spine. You didn't tell me your plan, if you have you would have had no power, but now that you have my attention, you have my respect as well, not to mention my services. Now as to your problem, “here Super Duper Broadway Man paused to take a sip of a very fine wine provided for him by one of The Politician’s minions, "this Captain Pasty. I think I’ve heard something about him. He is the local town hero or something, correct? But, what would you like me to do to him, is actually the more important question. But as I said before you have my attention. I would be very much interested in seeing this demonstration as soon as possible. If that’s all right with you, of course."

Super Duper Broadway Man smiled again as he took a Cuban cigar, from one of the Politician’s minions who looked oddly like Ralf Nader, lit it and awaited the Politician’s response. He thought that his monologue had gone quite well, considering it was unrehearsed.

The roar of a motorcycle could be heard not from the distance but rather from above. The source of said noise happened to actually be a motorcycle falling from on high. Not as in the heavens of course, but actually dropped from a plane that had flown over from the devilishly evil country of France. Sitting upon the descending bike was the one and only Kimbari Utopia, affectionately known as Mother Nature due to her plant wielding abilities. Her villain costume consisted of the skull of a long dead dinosaur used as a helmet and quite a revealing green outfit. There was hardly any black and thus you could hardly tell she was one of the ‘bad guys’. The bike she sat upon now that was hurtling through the clouds was also of the same bright green colour, courtesy of her graduation party. In fact everything about the bike seemed to match her attire. It was almost too perfect. The skull of the dinosaur was pushed forwards over her face this time as it was rather unsafe to fall from the sky on the seat of a motorbike. Though that was obviously common sense. It could be argued that common sense was to ride the bike on the ground, but that was too simple and boring for Kimbari to do. As she had learned entrances were everything to a villain.

As she plummeted to the ground it was about time she unleashed the gigantic parachute that was packed away on a bag strapped onto the bike. Her gloved hand slipped back and pulled the cord. On completely the action she hung onto the handlebars as the parachute opened out and slowed their descent to the ground. Kimbari started up the engine as they closer to the point she was heading. Once they hovered above only a few feet from the ground she released the parachute and dropped the rest of the way. As the motorbike slammed onto the ground she sped off towards the manor that was directly ahead of her. The minions that had seen her marvellous entrance had already had the gates open for her to come roaring through and that she did. With class of course as she did a wheelie most of the way.
Once the gates closed she was approached by the minions where she promptly turned off the engine and jumped off letting the minions to catch the motorbike before it hit the floor. Her hand swiftly pushed back the bone helmet to reveal a beautiful face plastered with a gleeful grin. “I’m back!” She yelled out to the people who were fussing around her. “Did you miss me?!” She asked waiting for a loud response but was only met with a few mumbles from the few round her. She stuck out her tongue in a childish manner as they weren’t that enthusiastic to see her home. “Caught daddy with the knife….” She mumbled as she saw it was fit to go inside now and let them deal with the mess of her bike that was promptly falling to bits.

Adjusting her skirt she flung open the doors and looked round at the minions who were still skittering about. “Daddy Al Gore! Princess is home!” She waited for a few seconds to find no response. Her foot stomped into the ground as he was not there to greet her. “Uncle took daddy away…. Naughty daddy!” The minions used to her outbursts just brushed off her entrance and continued on with their work, though some of the male minions still took a liking to watch her bounce around and boy did they enjoy it. That was the pleasant thing about having such a voluptuous woman around instead of just Al Gore and his visitors. Kimbari skipped through the many hallways to where the specific hallway was located with the funny picture of dogs playing cards. All the while she hummed a joyful tune as she could sense his location. She found the hallway with ease and pushed the button like Al Gore had done before. Once she had pressed the button she kept her hands behind her back and swung from side to side as she descended downwards once more. “Daddy went downstairs…. Present for Princess!” Kimbari did the same actions as Al Gore had done before her by knocking on the door once she reached that level and continued onwards. It wasn’t that hard to remember since she has a picture in her mind of it every time Al Gore was there to do it. He always thought that she had no idea how it worked, but she sure knew after watching so many times.

As the floor stopped she stepped off and it left in it’s angry hurry as before. Her eyes brightened as she saw everything around her again. It was wonderful to be home. Herr arms stretched out wide as she looked at everything around her and was soon to pinpoint the location of Al Gore or The Politician as he was now dressed as. “Ooooo Daddy is all dressed up. Hush hush.” She giggled at her words as she moved down to where he was located and stopped as she saw two new people. “Bad men…” She said with a pout before briskly running towards Al Gore with a bright smile. “Daddy! Princess is home!” She yelled at a high volume. Her arms wrapped around his waist and rested hers own body against his, embracing him into a hug. The only problem with the hug was that indeed her arms were around his waist but due to her height his head was mostly wedged in her chest area. “Did Daddy miss Princess?” Kimbari asked with bright eyes, now completely ignoring the other two for the time being.