Chapter Ninety-Four: Storming the Office

“So the Haunted Maze
Troupe has designs on ruling after all.” Chuckles flexed his Arm
The Haunted Maze
Troupers said nothing.
Giggles looked at
Chuckles, who shrugged.
The Haunted Maze
Troupers still said nothing.
“Whatever, we wasted
enough time with OH THAT WAS A KNIFE!” Giggles jumped out of the
way of a knife that was thrown at her by one of the Troupers.
Chuckles immediately went in to defend her, disarming the Troupers
with one sweep of his Arm Scythes.
The Troupers stood
stock still for a minute, before leaving the building.
“I don't get them at
all! What on earth is their issue?!” Giggles groaned as Chuckles
watched them leave, dumbfounded.
“Honestly, I've given
up thinking about it, it's not worth it.” Chuckles walked back to
“Anyone would think
their whole point of existence was just to be annoying!” Giggles
continued as they headed into the main building.
“Well, you'd know all
about that.” Chuckles said slyly.
Giggles didn't see fit
to dignify that with a comment.
They walked through the
lobby and into the main office where Peter Masters was busy
finalising a case file. He looked up, saw his daughter and her best
friend, sat his case file back down, picked up his briefcase and hat
and left the office.
“Thanks for the vote
of confidence!” Giggles yelled after him. “Parents.” She
muttered under her breath.
Just then, Master
Revolver walked out of Demons office. “What are YOU two doing
here?!” He exclaimed.
Chuckles grinned and
got up on a table. Giggles groaned loudly.
“We are here,”
Chuckles began. “We are here because our dear lord Mayor has
decreed that whomever should bring him the Lions Claw Blade and the
Lucky Seven Gun (which we have in our possession) would rule
Pleasantville alongside him!”
“And Chuckles decided
we should be the ones to present him with the aforementioned weapons
and collect the bounty.” Giggles deadpanned.
Master Revolver
blinked. Then he started laughing.
Everyone at their desks
looked bewildered. Chuckles did his best to hold his stare-down at
the laughing Revolver and Giggles once again thought about her life
“You're serious?”
Revolver stopped laughing. “You're actually serious?”
“Do we LOOK like
we're joking?” Chuckles folded his arms.
“And I thought
Marions mental health was taking a nosedive.” Revolver shook his
head, trying not to laugh again. “Do you REALISE how dangerous this
is? I mean, not only do you have the Crusaders and the Troupe on your
tail, but this place is swarming, SWARMING with Mobsters and
Gangsters. Even if you get past us, do you REALLY think Demon is
going to want YOU TWO to run this city? You go against everything he
stands for!”
“We'll never know if
we never try!” Chuckles grinned.
“I'm gonna die here.”
Giggles lamented.
Revolve pulled out his
phone and punched a few buttons. Suddenly about half the room got up
out of their desks, each with some sort of weapon.
“GLENDA is a
MOBSTER?!” Giggles gasped. Not Glenda! Glenda made THE best
spongecake in the world! Glenda couldn't be a MOBSTER!
The Mobsters opened
fire as Chuckles and Giggles jumped behind the big counter at the
front of the room.
“Awesome work
Chuckles. Awesome work. Now we're trapped here until they run out of
ammo, after which they'll come here and skewer us. We're vastly
outnumbered, outmatched and dear glob no not the Improbability Clause
again!” Giggles groaned as Chuckles began to formulate a plan.
“We just need to even
up the numbers a bit.” Chuckles mused. He looked at the ceiling.
“That chandelier is
far too small.” Giggles told him.
“There's about ten of
them.” Chuckles pointed out.
Giggles sighed. She
actually LIKED those chandeliers. She fired at one with the Desert
Eagle, and the chandelier crashed to the ground.
The room audibly gasped
a collective gasp.
“That chandelier was
beautiful!” Someone began to sob.
“That was the only
nice thing we actually had in this office!” Someone else sounded
“How can I make my
spongecake now knowing there's one less chandelier in the office?”
Glenda lamented.
“Glenda NO!”
Giggles groaned.
“A chandelier? You
guys are seriously that messed up about a CHANDELIER?” Chuckles was
“Buddy, look at this
office. There is NOTHING here that brings even the slightest bit of
happiness.” One man sighed.
“What sort of
soul-sucking monsters do we even have running this city?” Chuckles
wondered out aloud.
“It's DEMON, what do
you expect?” Giggles pointed out.
“That's a fair
point.” Chuckles rubbed his chin.
“I mean, it's not
completely broken, maybe we could fix it?” Someone tried to inspect
the fallen ruin.
Giggles rolled her
eyes, before walking past the desks to Demons office. Chuckles
followed her, looking bewildered.
Giggles gently eased
the door open with her foot, before kicking it open and pointing the
Desert Eagle at the empty desk.
“He's behind me isn't
he?” Giggles asked.
“Noooo, but it'd be a
smart move on his part.” Chuckles still stood outside the door.
“He's not in today.”
Master Revolver pointed out. “Today is his golf day.”
Giggles growled. Only
Chuckles standing between her and the door stopped her from going
back out and shooting the rest of the chandeliers down!

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