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If you're referring to this @James G. yes i have it
The three villains had locked themselves in a ladies’ bathroom just off the Grand Lobby of the Eisenhower Hotel. They heard dogs barking on the other side of the door, along with Americana Resort Security Officers ordering them to “come out with your hands up!”, something that none of them intended to do (even the one that actually had hands and not just paws or purple things).
“Now what do we do?” the Villain with the plastic KISS mask demanded from the Hindley dog…uh…rat…uh…mouse (he was so angry that he kept changing shape, sometimes having a dog’s body, a mouse head and a rat’s tail, then…you get it).
“I don’t know! You’re the one who saw the dogs coming and brilliantly yelled, ‘Quick! Hide in here! They’ll never find us in here!’ That was just BRILLIANT!!”
‘How was I to know there would be a bunch of women in here already?” he demanded!
“THIS IS A LADIES BATHROOM!” screamed the purple lizard. “WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO FIND IN HERE? THE DISNEYLAND BAND?”
“The way they screamed when they saw us I’m not surprised that we’re now trapped in here!” Hindley squeaked, now seeming to have his rat-mouse hybrid character settling down.
“They screamed when they saw you two,” KISS said. “One of them tried to slip me her phone number,” he claimed smugly.
“SHE HIT YOU WITH HER PURSE, YOU MORON!” Purple screamed even more angry than before.
“Will you stop screaming?” Hindley said.
“I’M NOT SCREAMING!!! OK, maybe I am, but do you have a better idea? How are we going to get out of here?”
“Maybe we could shift into insect form and sneak out under the door?” KISS suggested. They heard the dogs outside scratching viciously at the base of the door, earnestly trying to get at the three Villains.
“That’s a stupid idea,” Purple said.
“This whole thing is a stupid idea,” KISS announced. “What made you think we could sneak into the meeting that Kalnow guy was having with the other parks by pretending to be his three flunkies? He’d recognize us in a minute!”
“He’d recognize us because “Mr. Hindley” here kept growing his tail back out. When was the last time you saw a human with a tail?”
“All right, stop!” Hindley demanded. “We’ve gotta get out of here before they break in.” He looked around and saw their only way out- the toilet. The others looked at where he was looking, and in unison firmly said, “NO!”
“YOU GOT A BETTER IDEA?” Hindley asked. They didn’t. “We shift into something small enough to get through the pipes, and swim downstream until we get to the nearest river. It’s our only way out.”
“At least flush it first,” Purple said. Hindley walked over and flushed it.
“There. Happy? Fresh, clean water. Now we’d better be going, and fast!” They heard the sound of an electric saw being used to cut through the metal door, and knew they had no other choice. They crowded into the stall, stood around the toilet bowl, and somehow, on the first try, all managed to change into three fish, each bearing a faint resemblance to their “normal” shape. Each of them managed to fall into the water in the bowl.
“Wow! This water is freezing!” KISS managed to say in strangely-accented fish-talk.
“Better than warm and yellow,” the purple, slimy fish said.
“Yuck. Gross,” KISS said.
“They’re probably almost through the door,” Hindley said. “Let’s talk about this later.”
All three fish swim toward the deep, round opening at the bottom of the bowl, and when they all reached it at the same time, they got stuck. All three together, side-by-side- were too big to fit through the hole! They heard a “crash” from above the water’s surface and knew the guards and their dogs (who they somehow remembered seemed to love to drink from the toilet) would find them, stuck in the bottom of the toilet like three pieces of…Banishing that thought, Hindley suddenly managed just enough shape control to form an arm and reached up for the handle on the toilet’s tank. He pulled on the handle, and just before the extra water pressure forced them through the hole and into the water-filled pipes below he remembered to pull his arm back and reshape it into a fin. They had escaped!
The guard dogs raced to the flushing toilet, and one of the guards ran over to see what the dogs were looking at. He wasn’t sure, but for a moment he thought he saw a strange looking arm, resembling something like a long, harry rodent’s arm, disappearing into the hole at the bottom of the bowl. He never told a soul- he was too close to retirement.
**
“We made it!” KISS declared to his fishy fellow Villains as they swam through the pipes (single-file now) towards their freedom. They hadn’t gotten the information they wanted from Kalnow and the other four theme parks, but at least they had their freedom and wouldn’t be spending the rest of their lives on display in the WildAmericana Aquarium, probably as an example of how water pollution can cause some fish to mutate!
“Do you smell something strange?” Hindley asked the others.
“Yea, did you just fart?” asked Purple, who was swimming directly behind Hindley.
“No!” he insisted.
“Wait a minute,” said KISS with a sudden feeling of dread. “Isn’t there something between the bathrooms and the river? They don’t just dump raw sewage into the waterways?”
“OMG!” said Hindley, switching for a second into his native California “Valley Girl” accent, “I FORGOT ABOUT THE SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANT!!” but before they could turn around, they were caught in the raging current and soon saw a part of the Americana Resort facilities that few guests ever saw- or would ever want to see.
The three villains had locked themselves in a ladies’ bathroom just off the Grand Lobby of the Eisenhower Hotel. They heard dogs barking on the other side of the door, along with Americana Resort Security Officers ordering them to “come out with your hands up!”, something that none of them intended to do (even the one that actually had hands and not just paws or purple things).
“Now what do we do?” the Villain with the plastic KISS mask demanded from the Hindley dog…uh…rat…uh…mouse (he was so angry that he kept changing shape, sometimes having a dog’s body, a mouse head and a rat’s tail, then…you get it).
“I don’t know! You’re the one who saw the dogs coming and brilliantly yelled, ‘Quick! Hide in here! They’ll never find us in here!’ That was just BRILLIANT!!”
‘How was I to know there would be a bunch of women in here already?” he demanded!
“THIS IS A LADIES BATHROOM!” screamed the purple lizard. “WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO FIND IN HERE? THE DISNEYLAND BAND?”
“The way they screamed when they saw us I’m not surprised that we’re now trapped in here!” Hindley squeaked, now seeming to have his rat-mouse hybrid character settling down.
“They screamed when they saw you two,” KISS said. “One of them tried to slip me her phone number,” he claimed smugly.
“SHE HIT YOU WITH HER PURSE, YOU MORON!” Purple screamed even more angry than before.
“Will you stop screaming?” Hindley said.
“I’M NOT SCREAMING!!! OK, maybe I am, but do you have a better idea? How are we going to get out of here?”
“Maybe we could shift into insect form and sneak out under the door?” KISS suggested. They heard the dogs outside scratching viciously at the base of the door, earnestly trying to get at the three Villains.
“That’s a stupid idea,” Purple said.
“This whole thing is a stupid idea,” KISS announced. “What made you think we could sneak into the meeting that Kalnow guy was having with the other parks by pretending to be his three flunkies? He’d recognize us in a minute!”
“He’d recognize us because “Mr. Hindley” here kept growing his tail back out. When was the last time you saw a human with a tail?”
“All right, stop!” Hindley demanded. “We’ve gotta get out of here before they break in.” He looked around and saw their only way out- the toilet. The others looked at where he was looking, and in unison firmly said, “NO!”
“YOU GOT A BETTER IDEA?” Hindley asked. They didn’t. “We shift into something small enough to get through the pipes, and swim downstream until we get to the nearest river. It’s our only way out.”
“At least flush it first,” Purple said. Hindley walked over and flushed it.
“There. Happy? Fresh, clean water. Now we’d better be going, and fast!” They heard the sound of an electric saw being used to cut through the metal door, and knew they had no other choice. They crowded into the stall, stood around the toilet bowl, and somehow, on the first try, all managed to change into three fish, each bearing a faint resemblance to their “normal” shape. Each of them managed to fall into the water in the bowl.
“Wow! This water is freezing!” KISS managed to say in strangely-accented fish-talk.
“Better than warm and yellow,” the purple, slimy fish said.
“Yuck. Gross,” KISS said.
“They’re probably almost through the door,” Hindley said. “Let’s talk about this later.”
All three fish swim toward the deep, round opening at the bottom of the bowl, and when they all reached it at the same time, they got stuck. All three together, side-by-side- were too big to fit through the hole! They heard a “crash” from above the water’s surface and knew the guards and their dogs (who they somehow remembered seemed to love to drink from the toilet) would find them, stuck in the bottom of the toilet like three pieces of…Banishing that thought, Hindley suddenly managed just enough shape control to form an arm and reached up for the handle on the toilet’s tank. He pulled on the handle, and just before the extra water pressure forced them through the hole and into the water-filled pipes below he remembered to pull his arm back and reshape it into a fin. They had escaped!
The guard dogs raced to the flushing toilet, and one of the guards ran over to see what the dogs were looking at. He wasn’t sure, but for a moment he thought he saw a strange looking arm, resembling something like a long, harry rodent’s arm, disappearing into the hole at the bottom of the bowl. He never told a soul- he was too close to retirement.
**
“We made it!” KISS declared to his fishy fellow Villains as they swam through the pipes (single-file now) towards their freedom. They hadn’t gotten the information they wanted from Kalnow and the other four theme parks, but at least they had their freedom and wouldn’t be spending the rest of their lives on display in the WildAmericana Aquarium, probably as an example of how water pollution can cause some fish to mutate!
“Do you smell something strange?” Hindley asked the others.
“Yea, did you just fart?” asked Purple, who was swimming directly behind Hindley.
“No!” he insisted.
“Wait a minute,” said KISS with a sudden feeling of dread. “Isn’t there something between the bathrooms and the river? They don’t just dump raw sewage into the waterways?”
“OMG!” said Hindley, switching for a second into his native California “Valley Girl” accent, “I FORGOT ABOUT THE SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANT!!” but before they could turn around, they were caught in the raging current and soon saw a part of the Americana Resort facilities that few guests ever saw- or would ever want to see.
