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.

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“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.

Demon chuckled.

“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!”

Chapter Ninety-Four: Storming the Office

“So the Haunted Maze Troupe has designs on ruling after all.” Chuckles flexed his Arm Scythes.

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 her.

“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 insurance.

“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 devastated.

“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 gobsmacked.

“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!

Chapter Ninety-Three: Chuckles Great Idea

“I can't believe I'm doing this.” Giggles groaned as she and Chuckles walked up to City Hall.

“It'll be fun!” Chuckles replied.

“It's idiotic!”

“It's fine!”

“We're going to get into HUGE trouble.”

“We're going to cause huge trouble.”

“I hate you.”

“You're my sunshine too.”

Giggles groaned as they approached the front steps. Sure enough, trouble was waiting.

“You're seriously just going to walk up to City Hall when the whole city knows there's a bounty out on you?!” Crusader Roger laughed. He was sitting on the steps of City Hall, and looked almost gleeful at the opportunity in front of him.

“You call it a bounty, we call it an opportunity.” Chuckles grinned, unsheathing the Lions Claw Blade.

“YOU call it an opportunity, I call it I just came along to keep you from getting killed.” Giggles said.

“Someone else I know also calls it an opportunity.” Crusader Roger smirked. “He doesn't really like you at all.”

“That narrows it down.” Giggles rolled her eyes.

“We kinda like to annoy people.” Chuckles admitted.

“Obviously.” Giggles snapped.

“And we're good at it too!” Chuckles grinned.

“Enough with the talk, it's time for some payback!”

Both Chuckles and Giggles dodged out of the way as Daryl “Ruby” Jones jumped out of some bushes and attacked with a brand-new hand-scythe.

“Crusader Daryl? Still amazes me how low some people will go with their recruiting.” Giggles mused.

“That's the Ruby Crusader to you!” Daryl snarled.

Chuckles and Giggles looked at each other.

“Nope.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“You're Crusader Daryl.”

“I mean, you can't be Ruby anymore, you don't have the Ruby Suit anymore.”

“WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!” Daryl screamed. “JUST SHUT UP AND DIE ALREADY!”

“Do you need a hug?” Giggles asked.

“GET OUT OF MY LIFE!” Daryl swung at her, missing by miles.

“This really isn't much of a threat.” Chuckles raised his eyebrows. He then felt a gun to his back. “That is, on the other hand.”

“Didn't I tell you that this was a bad idea. Didn't I tell you?” Giggles scolded as Crusader Roger forced Chuckles towards the entrance of City Hall. “I mean, you've been shot before, surely you would have learned by now to be more careful!”

“It's fine, we were going inside anyway!” Chuckles grinned as they headed inside the building.

“At the end of a gun?” Giggles quipped drily.

Daryl grimaced behind their backs. Chuckles and Giggles were HIS prey! HE was supposed to take them in to his father, to get his spot in the family back. Giggles noticed this.

“You okay there Daryl? Looking like a dog who lost his bone.” She said.

“Young Mister Daryl here is learning how to behave himself.” Crusader Roger smiled. “Isn't that right?”

“Yes sir.” Daryl grumbled.

“What was that?” Roger turned around to look at his underling. Chuckles took the chance and knocked the gun across the City Hall lobby.

Daryl attacked Giggles, who flew above him. He tried to grab at her while Roger and Chuckles fought, Chuckles with the Arm Scythes and Roger with his dagger.

“You're pretty good, even without the Dragon Scale.” Chuckles complimented his foe.

“If you were smart, you'd be using the Lions Claw.” Roger growled as he was forced back towards Daryl, who was still jumping and trying to grab Giggles.

“I have plans for that.” Chuckles said as he clasped his hands together, using the Arm Scythes to grab Rogers dagger and force him back-to-back with Daryl, who was panting.

And wouldn't you know it, Giggles Backpack cut out. She dropped heavily on Roger and Daryl, knocking both men down.

“YAY!” Chuckles cheered as Giggles got up and dusted herself off.

“Give me one reason, ONE reason, why I shouldn't tell your mother HALF of what you get up to!” Giggles fumed.

“Hey, that's below the belt!” Chuckles raised his hands to defend himself.

“You're being an idiot!”

“I'm being creative!”

The two friends then noticed they were being watched. Three Haunted Maze Troupers were staring blankly at them.

“Why is the Haunted Maze Troupe here?” Chuckles asked.

“Because you'd have to be on drugs to work here sometimes.” Giggles quipped drily, pulling out the Desert Eagle.