Wicked Witch of the Beats


Mother Goose was positively giddy with excitement. It was finally opening weekend for St Canard Cultural Museum and she had big plans for their newest exhibit, ‘The Wonderful World of Oz’. Not only would the event opening be a fairytale delight, with a live “munchkin” band and fake yellow brick road, but the famous red ruby slippers would be sitting out in the open for all to admire…

Mother Goose adjusted her crown one last time in the mirror, beaming at her gloriously sparkly pink Glinda costume. “Those slippers are as good as mine!” she giggled, twirling her wand between her fingers.

Little did she know, someone else was planning to crash the party…

    • Treble "Cadance" Clef
      Treble "Cadance" Clef

      Treble Clef looked up at the glittering building with a smirk, her trusty guitar swung over her back. This place was full of the richest of the rich. She smirked at the thought of them cowering before her, not only listening to her music but also giving up all their valuables as well! If there was one thing she knew about snobs, it was that they had no backbone at all.

      This would go off without a hitch, she could feel it.

      • Mother Goose
        Mother Goose

        "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Wonderful World of Oz-" the master of ceremonies began, gesturing for the band to start as the crowd filtered in. "We have a marvelous day planned for you folks, starting with-"

        That was her cue. Time to make a stunning entrance~ The witch summoned up a flurry of colorful bubbles to float down in from the rafters onto the stage, earning her an awed gasp from the crowd at the "magical" effect. Ha! If that little party trick impressed them, she couldn't wait to see their shocked faces when she really let loose.

        "I, um-" the announcer fumbled as the crowd applauded. This wasn't in the script at all. "Glinda the Good Witch everyone?" Mother Goose smirked and plucked the mic from his hand. "Ooooh, so close! But I'm afraid you got the wrong witch~!"

        • Darkwing Duck
          Darkwing Duck

          Darkwing Duck was busy watching the goings on from the rooftop across the street from the museum.  Nothing looked out of the ordinary so far...drat.  But the hero knew that unique events drew unique patrons, and it would only be a matter of time before something happened.  At least he hoped so.  Otherwise he was in for a loooooong night.

          At least he had brought a coffee thermos.

          • Max Wicked
            Max Wicked

             Meanwhile, within the museum's geographical culture section, Max was looking about the variety of different cultures around the world. Some even looked familiar to his world or just things he's seen in this world so far. From a unmistakable treasure hunter to plane pilots?

             

            Max sighed to himself as he looked at the planes "Maan....I miss flying across the skies of Zelum in my father's Skyblaze. But its still pretty interesting what this world has compared to Zelum..." he thought out loud to himself. Luckily everyone was mostly attending to the live event. Max's ears twitched as he heard a loud announcer in the distance and followed the noise only to be met with a huge audience and...Some sort of fairy...god mother...? Max gave a look of hesitation '...Not my style, but...Ah, what the hell...May as well see what bizarre events can occur from this...' If only Max knew that he was foreshadowing what would be happening soon...

            • Gladstone Gander
              Gladstone Gander

              The fact that he habitually wore mostly green did him no favors at this event. People kept trying to give him their drink orders or asking him where the bathroom was. Gladstone folded his arms across his chest lightly watching the bubbly spectacle skeptically. He was hoping it’d get interesting soon, this super saccharine stuff wasn’t worth the price of admission. Or so he assumed. He’d won his entry earlier from a man dressed as a flying monkey. That should have tipped him off... But wait, what’s this? An elegant woman approached him.

              “Excuse me my good man where’s-“

              He pointed an irritated finger in the direction of the bathroom.

              Interesting. Soon.

              • Mother Goose
                Mother Goose

                "N-no?" the announcer said, stepping back.

                Mother Goose tittered. "No, silly, it's much worse than that~ you see~" She leaned in close to the unfortunate announcer. "I'm Mother Goose!!!" the witch shrieked, whirling to face the crowd. "And you are all going to hand over those ruby slippers, along with any other jewels you have-" The tip of her wand glowed threateningly. "Or else~"

                • Darkwing Duck
                  Darkwing Duck

                  The people on the outskirts of the show bolted.  A few managed to escape, screaming into the night.

                  "Well," Darkwing observed, straightening, "that's my cue!"

                  • Gladstone Gander
                    Gladstone Gander

                    Gladstone frowned at the strange performance. What was this a crossover or something? He finally noticed that people had started running and he let out a heavy sigh. Oh, another super villain.

                    “Can’t anyone do anything in this city without a costume?” He muttered to himself as he pushed his way... toward the stage? “Excuse me? Ms.? Over here. Hello, you do you know that the slippers are sequins on plastic loafers right? This seems like an awful lot of trouble for memorabilia?”

                    • Treble "Cadance" Clef
                      Treble "Cadance" Clef

                      Treble Clef made her way into the performance, when she noticed a bunch of people were already running and screaming in fear. "What the hell? Usually my entrances instigate that reaction, but this is on a whole 'nother level!" 

                      Turning her eyes to the stage, she noticed that there was unfortunately someone else responsible for this - someone with the most pink and pastel frilly outfit and demeanor she'd ever seen. Well, at least the apparent villain had gotten the crowds' attention. 

                      Rushing up onto the stage, she sent an energy blast from her guitar to make a fittingly dramatic official entrance onto the scene. "Hey lady! I dunno if you know this, but this is MY stage!"

                      • Mother Goose
                        Mother Goose

                        "Memorabilia!" Mother Goose gasped, "Those are Dorthy's original slippers, they're worth a fortune!" Luckily for the rude waiter (she assumed he was supposed to be a waiter at any rate, why else would he be dressed up like he was from Emerald City if he wasn't part of the staff), she was distracted by the arrival of an even ruder punk brat.  

                         "Excuse me, your stage? I was here first!"

                        • Darkwing Duck
                          Darkwing Duck

                          Suddenly a voice erupted from everywhere, mysterious and foreboding at the same time.  "And yet I'm going to upstage you both!  For I am the terror that flaps in the night!  I am the broken string on the guitar of crime!  I am..."

                          A cloud of blue smoke appeared between the two bickering villainesses and out stepped a duck dressed in purple, clashing with the green and yellow decor.

                          "Darkwiiiiiing Duck!"  He flapped his cape for effect, also dispelling the smoke.  "And whatever odious orchestrations you're ordering, I'm omitting!"

                          • Gladstone Gander
                            Gladstone Gander

                            Gladstone opened his mouth to respond but was startled into silence by the musical entrance of.... he groaned. ANOTHER ONE!? He looked wearily between the  two women. Wasn’t there supposed to be heroes in this- and then the third part of the ensemble made his theatrical entrance. Gladstone was about to just give up and leave until he got a look at the masked mallard.

                            Hat. Cape. Aforementioned mask. Suit. Turtleneck. All a different color but still... outrage flared in him. His snatched a gilded lollipop from the abandoned table beside him and chucked it hard at Darkwing’s head.

                            YOU!?” He looked around for something else to throw. “Ohohoo wait until I get my hands on you, strap ME to a bomb will you? “

                            A sugar sculpted replica of the Tin Man’s heart tumbled in a steady arc hoping to hit somewhere over Darkwing’s rainbow.

                            • Darkwing Duck
                              Darkwing Duck

                              The sugar-coated sweet smacked the hero directly in the noggin and he stumbled momentarily before wheeling on Gladstone.  "What?  What are you talking about?  Can't you see I'm in the middle of thwarting a villain??"  He just managed to duck the paper mache heart.

                              • Crimson Cowl
                                Crimson Cowl

                                Crimson Cowl, who may or may not have been following Darkwing around for the last week, threw down a red flashbomb down in the middle of the stage.

                                "I am the ember burning bright in the darkness of St.Canard. I am the red light that shines bright upon your crimes, I AM CRIMSON COWL!" 

                                 

                                • Gladstone Gander
                                  Gladstone Gander

                                  By the point Crimson Cowl made his appearance Gladstone had climbed onto the stage, he pushed past him irritably to round on Darkwing.

                                  "Oh don't play dumb with me Negative Negsy, the only thwarting that's going to happen is my foot planting itself in that stupid face of yours." 

                                   

                                  Things were getting a little crowded up here.  And the pure amount of self importance and ego... but mostly combined weight made the small stage creak ominously.

                                  • Mother Goose
                                    Mother Goose

                                    Another party-crasher?!!

                                    "This isn't an ensemble performance!" Mother Goose shouted, stamping her foot on the wobbly stage. "You people aren't even in costume!" She glanced at the fuming, emerald gander and amended her previous statement. "Most of you aren't in costume! I'm standing with him!" She stomped over to Gladstone, putting him between herself and the masked mallards.

                                    At least the waiter had the good sense to attack Darkwing, even if he did interrupt her opening!

                                    • Crimson Cowl
                                      Crimson Cowl

                                      Crimson took out a red, flashlight looking device and pointed it menacingly at Mother Goose.

                                      "Oh REALLY? And who are you supposed to be? Bo Peep?

                                      • Darkwing Duck
                                        Darkwing Duck

                                        "Negative...?" Darkwing trailed off, then narrowed his eyes as he realized what was happening.  "Look I don't know what my diabolical double has done, but I am NOT Negaduck.  I didn't do that whole introduction for kicks, yannow."

                                        He crossed his arms and eyed Gladstone scrutinizingly.

                                        ((OOC: I think we should give Treble a chance to respond.))

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