Sinister Squad Page #2

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Huh?

Oh, he quite fancies you,

doesn't he?

Yes, it is you.

Since those bears didn't

tear you apart,

come sleep in my bed, Goldie.

You okay with him being here?

Goldie.

He doesn't scare me.

When I signed up for this, it

was to get rid of guys like

this,

not start a collection.

Fire with fire and all of that.

If we were to be beat the

messengers,

sooner or later,

we'll need some monsters

of our own.

It's only a matter of time.

Yes.

Alice:
It's a start. Get back

out there, you two.

We've reports of missing persons

turning up half eaten.

If I had to guess I'd say

'witch'

if possible, I'd have you find

her before her next meal.

Piper:
It smells like the place.

Goldie:
I hate witches.

Careful, Piper.

We're here to catch a witch.

Table for two, huh.

She shouldn't be far from

whatever this is.

Piper:
Goldie, he's a messenger.

Piper:
What would a witch want

with one of death's messengers?

Goldie:
Piper!

Goldie:
Hold still!

Witch:
He's miiiine!

Oh, I'm sorry am interrupting?

Do I know you?

Looking glass, right?

Am I right?

Death:
Hi I'm death, ruler of

the underworld, reaper of souls,

nice to meet you in the flesh.

Well, in this guy's flesh.

Tell Alice I said "hi."

My love.

You're here. You heard me.

And now we can be together.

Hmm.

And who might you be?

Death:
You killed one of my

messengers, didn't you?

You did, didn't you?

Death:
Naughty girl.

Death:
Yeah.

I - I - I dreamt of you,

my love.

Of a new underworld.

Suffer.

Shh.

It takes a certain kind of

crazy to court death.

I only wanted...

To help.

I think you have.

Mission accomplished.

Goldie:
Let's bag her up.

Ladies, gentlemen, and men.

May we welcome another

guest to the party.

Apologizes for the neck

restraint.

Make you much less, munchier

than you were before.

Her name is carabosse.

Cannibal witch.

I - I don't even know

where to start.

She's in love with death.

He knew who you were,

and we were.

Goldie:
Somehow she was

able to help him

possess a messenger corpse.

Goldie:
Alice, death... seemed

almost happy to see us.

Alice:
Then let's figure out

if she's part of death's

plan.

Clock's ticking, after all.

Oh, splendid. We're making an

impression.

Carabosse:

Hellooo, rumpelstiltskin.

They found you.

Ah, there you are.

I'd like to show you something.

Months now, we have been chasing

down these messengers

while you've been running around

for what's left of that mirror.

There's nothing magical about

you at all, is there?

Picked this up from one of their

nasty little rituals.

I suspect you know what it is.

What it can do?

I'd like you to tell me so we

have some chance of stopping

them.

I've had my suspicions.

You've run dry.

Why else would you be so

desperate to get your hands

on that little bit

of extra power.

Unless there's something

out there that scares

you more than me?

I like this one.

She's feisty.

Good little pets.

Yes.

Tweedledee:
Uh oh.

Tweedledee:
I'm coming.

Ah, yes my little pet.

Good night.

Good night, twiddle..Dee?

Contrawise, I'm dum.

Of course you are.

I'll get it next time.

Tweedleddum:
She killed him!

Killed my bother!

-Alice:
Where is she?

Alice:
How did this happen?

It's not like you don't

have a spare.

Alice:
Not another word!

Never hurt no one nohow...

I know.

I know.

-Alice:
We must find her.

Alice:
Before she causes any

more damage...

No, no, no, no.

She must have cut the feed

somehow.

Why wouldn't she just leave?

Why indeed.

There must be something

she wants.

You remember that little

resurrection trick she did.

The morgue?

-Yeah.

I'm gonna go check it out.

-Good, go.

Would you like to sit this

tumble out, love?

Contrawise, mum.

That's a good boy.

Off to the armory

with you, then.

Lock the doors and

watch for witches.

This one is in love with death.

If she's still lurking about

I've no doubt she'd

head there next looking

for his scythe.

Which reminds me,

collect rumpelstiltskin and

meet me upstairs.

Wake up, wake up, my love.

Oh, it's you again.

So this is looking glass.

Wait!

My love.

You need me!

And?

Let me...

Make you whole.

And how do you plan of

doing that, witch?

Here.

Here is everything you

need for the ritual.

I can perform it.

Please?

So this is where they

have my scythe?

Yeah.

I can feel it.

Yes. Yes, it's here.

But, I brought you a

little gift.

Not what you seek...

...but who you seek.

You need to seek a mint.

I hope you're pleased

with yourself.

Tweedledee was a kind and gentle

boy and it's your selfish

meddling which got him killed.

A fact I'm very much aware of.

Now...

I know you know more

than you're letting on.

If I find you've kept anything

from me that would have saved

his life...

I'll have your head.

Everything almost ready.

Just send your messengers and

let me take care of the rest.

Oh they're on their way,

alright.

Death:
Find my scythe!

Kill every one of them,

and bring me 'stiltskin!

First messenger that bags me

a monster gets to skip a

circle of hell.

Goldie here. We're breached.

Lock it down.

I'm securing the prisoners.

Stay sharp. We don't know how

many there are.

Bluebeard.

Oh no.

-You didn't think I'd leave

without saying goodbye, did you?

You remember my wives,

don't you?

They remember you.

Let's have a threesome.

Bad doggie.

Alice:
Apologies for leaving but

we're in a spot of bother at

present.

Death has come and found us

wanting, I'm afraid.

As you can see, we're under

attack and I'm a tad

shorthanded.

You're either with us or not.

I'm hoping these insure

the former.

Picked them up in wonderland,

all though I fear I don't recall

how.

Quite explosive.

My little insurance policy.

It's time for you to prove your

usefulness.

Sorry I can't wait around for

you to come to your senses on

your own time.

You see, sense is rather useless

sentiment with so much

senselessness afoot.

You work for me now.

If you try to leave,

I'll kill you.

If you try to remove it,

I'll kill you.

As a matter a fact, if you

do anything I don't like,

I'll kill you.

Blink twice if we have a deal.

Splendid.

Now, you have a visitor.

Alice:
I believe you've met

"her majesty," queen of hearts?

Your first task is to get

her to wear this.

Welcome to looking glass.

Hel-lo?

Gelda, baby!

Rumpy!

What are you doing here?

Rumpy:
How long has it been?

-Gelda:
Oh, don't pretend like

you don't know!

What's going on out there?

-It's the messengers, the

place is crawling with them.

It's going to be like herding

mice getting rid of...

Who is she?

She's one of mine.

So she's nuts?

Apparently the two of them used

to be an item if that tells you

anything.

Rumpy, you look terrible.

Why am I not surprised to find

you between yet another rock and

a hard place?

How did you know I was here?

Oh, I always like to know right

where you are.

I couldn't let anything happen

to my little rumpy.

What have you gotten

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