Chapter Ninety-Five: Be Careful What You Wish For
The golf course sat about halfway between Pleasantville and Fallsville. It was a particularly hilly course, one that made Demon rather frustrated at times.
Not as frustrated as Giggles was at that particular moment, but close enough.
“Couldn't we have waited until tomorrow?” Chuckles gasped out as Giggles dragged him by the collar towards hole 8. “Demon would have been in his office then!”
“You wanted to do this, so we're doing this!” Giggles barked.
“This was a bad idea.” Chuckles whimpered.
“Too late now, MOVE IT!” Giggles hauled him in front of her and started pushing him.
Meanwhile, Demon was preparing to putt his way to a nice eagle. The wind was blowing gently across the green, and there was a gentle slope between him and the hole. He readied his putter, got himself into position, and gently eased the ball towards the hole.
It went right past it.
“Wow, a bad Mayor and a bad golfer.”
Demon tensed up. That was the voice of Chuckles, which meant Giggles was also here.
“I wouldn't be too stressed, I want to kill him too.” Giggles said, glaring at Chuckles.
“Hey, this part of the plan was YOUR idea.” Chuckles defended himself.
Demon sucked in a deep breath. He held it for five, then let it go in a long, slow hiss.
“How can I help you today citizens?” Demon asked politely.
“Wow, pretty calm for someone who's getting close to par.” Chuckles said.
“Will you shut up for once and let someone intelligent talk?!” Giggles fumed.
“Sorry!” Chuckles shut up.
Giggles felt a little bad for ripping her best friend a new one, but she continued on. “We're here to collect the bounty.”
Demon looked confused.
“You said that whomever brought you the Lucky Seven and the Lions Claw would help you rule Pleasantville.” Giggles was trying to keep her exasperation and irritation under control.
“I meant for you two to be dead.” Demon pointed out.
“You didn't expect us to outsmart you.” Chuckles grinned.
“You seriously think this is outsmarting me?” Demon chuckled. “I think you're both in for a very rude shock.”
Chuckles pulled out the Lions Claw Blade and Giggles pulled out the Lucky Seven Gun, expecting to be attacked.
“The office is completely open to you.” Demon continued. “Feel free to make a few laws if you like, as long as you run them by me. After all, I need to sign them for them to be valid.”
Giggles was shaking, and she felt her eye twitching.
“I knew you'd see it our way.” Chuckles bragged.
“Naturally. I'm sure I'll see you around.” Demon said with a greasy smile. He walked over to his ball, and with a light tap of the putter, sent it down hole 8.
“We're leaving Chuckles.” Giggles said.
“Catch ya later!” Chuckles waved as Giggles flew the both of them away back to the tip.
“You remember the protest, right?” Giggles asked as they soared over the countryside back to Pleasantville.
“How could I forget it?” Chuckles shuddered.
“Don't DO that while I'm flying!” Giggles scolded. “I'm just worried this is the exact same thing.”
“How can it be? We're in charge!” Chuckles laughed.
“I guess so.” Giggles couldn't help but smile.
Until the Backpack cut out yet again, sending our heroes into a pile of manure.
“You're LETTING CHUCKLES AND GIGGLES RULE PLEASANTVILLE?!” Mobster Marion screeched in fury.
“Calm down Marion.” Master Revolver tried to get her to sit down.
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!” Marion slapped him, hard.
They were in Demons office, and had just discovered that the Mayor had handed the keys to the city over to the two heroes who made their lives difficult.
“Marion, sit DOWN.” Revolver grabbed the Mobster and pulled her into a seat. She fumed as he then turned to address Demon. “You have to admit this looks bad. Everything we've set to achieve could be undone because you want to keep to your word.”
“Don't be silly my dear man. Have a chocolate liqueur.” Demon offered Revolver a tray of delicious chocolates.
“You're offering me a chocolate. Are you out of your mind?” Revolver asked, doing his best to remain calm.
“Of course. I'm civilized after all.” Demon smiled.
“Of course you are. That's what's gotten us into this mess.” Revolver grumbled.
“Oh my dear man.” He grinned. “Haven't you heard the saying that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it?”
Revolver stiffened, and took a chocolate.
“Oh dear Chuckles and Giggles.” Demon turned to look out of the window. “You should have been very, VERY careful before you made your wish!”