Sinister Squad Page #3

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yourself into?

Well, it's been a little rough

since the last time I saw you.

Apparently, if you've thrown in

with this lot.

Gelda:
You know, that Alice is

quite batty, don't you?

So maybe we can take this

reunion to the cell block?

Considering we're a little

exposed here?

We're reasonably safe if

she's near.

She's unhinged, unpredictable,

and unfortunately something of a

secret weapon.

Alice:
If she's going to help,

we'll need him to convince her.

She can control them.

Any man, really.

Any man but him.

Oh, trust me...

She's nuts!

Completely insane.

And she's got me by the balls,

gelda.

Oh, does she?

Oh, yes. Right under her thumb.

Well, we can't have that.

You could have escaped

whenever you wanted to.

Why didn't you?

Leave.

When we found you, you were

eating zoo animals for food.

Is that because you didn't

want to hurt people?

All I do is hurt people.

Right now that's a talent

we can use.

Tell me, what is it that she

wants from you?

Oh she thinks I have something

to do with death and his

messengers.

And do you?

-Of course not!

But she won't help me unless

i help her stop them.

If I'm going to get out of this,

i need your help.

Of course you do! And I can

leave anytime I want, darling.

But I can't.

I need your help.

Please, baby.

What do you need me to do?

I need you to put this on.

That's mine!

Oh no! Goodbye, rumpy!

You're on your own!

Call me if you make it

out of this.

Do I have to beg?

Then beg!

Gelda,

my queen,

my love...

Do you love me?

What's not to love?

Yes! Yes, I love you!

But you left me.

Well, you did marry a king.

King of the morons and

the crazies.

I hate crazy! I hate it!

Rumpy, I was so boring

without you.

You were supposed to come visit.

And I waited and I waited for

you to get your hands on

that mirror and you broke it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That was an accident,

really, baby.

I never really wanted

to be here...

With her.

I'd rather much be here

with you.

I'm waiting.

Gelda, queen of hearts,

queen of my heart.

Please, show me kindness.

Stay, baby.

You know I could never

be apart from you.

You're lucky I've always had

a soft spot for you.

Sometimes I wonder how much of

that was real and how much of

that was mind control.

Oh, gelda.

You and I both know... I could

never control you.

Nor I you.

Awe.

So you agree to help?

I do.

Splendid! It's official.

You sure you want to strap

bombs to these nut jobs?

Alice:
Let's not think too much

about it, shall we?

What now then?

Alice:
Now we let the

monsters out.

Rumpy:
...Sitting pretty.

- Piper:
Oh yeah.

- -Gelda:

Alice:
Alright beasties, time to

earn your keep.

We've some unwanted guests and

I'd like the lot of you to help

me shoo them away.

Oh no, what now?

Alice:
Gelda, darling,

meet bluebeard.

Alice:
He's a nasty one.

He'll need a little of your

"convincing."

I'd like him in goldilock's

care. She's no stranger to

brutes.

Why would I help you?

Is this our naughty boy?

Alice:
I don't like it any more

than you do.

But I'm without

options at present.

Well, I would love to

slaughter all of you.

It'd be fun.

You'll help because I tell you

too, silly.

You'll be a good boy and

do everything

miss goldilocks

here tells you to.

Goldie:
Don't worry.

Won't you?

Yes.

Are you a good boy, now?

Are you a good boy?

A good boy.

Perfect.

Piper:
Alice, if she can mind

control him like that,

any reason why we can't just put

her on the pa and tell these

guys to back off?

Unfortunately, her charms only

work in person.

How do you do it anyway?

Some of us are natural

leaders, darling.

Alice:
Goldilocks, dear. What

about our Wolfie?

Can I trust you?

No.

Then trust me.

Goldie:
He'll be fine.

Alice:
That settles that, then.

Rumpelstiltskin?

Tell us what you know.

Thought you'd never ask.

Well...

He calls himself death .

Total hack.

He runs a sh*t show called

"the underworld."

You see he's just a hustler.

He does something for you, you

do something for him,

he gets your soul for the

underworld.

Now, a while back he asked me to

get a hold of something for him.

The old magic mirror.

He wanted to use it to come here

and take over, so I broke it.

And now he's just stuck there

and can't get anything done

anywhere else without acting

through his cult.

Death's messengers.

Oooohhh, scary!

But, they're just people that

can be killed.

Luckily, you're all

excellent killers.

If he's here, it's because he

knows you have the scythe.

If they get it to that witch,

she'll be able to perform a

ritual to summon death here

to this realm.

And that my friends would be

a real problem.

Death and decay, spreading

like a cancer, hmm?

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

And that's why we're going

to stop him.

Excuse me?

And why you're all

going to help.

Attention death's messengers,

we're not afraid of you.

We know what you're after and

you'll never get your bony hands

on it I'm afraid.

Alice:
You're about to find out

what we've been keeping in our

basement.

This is your last warning.

Yo, mice!

Leave my facility or you won't

like what happens next.

That is all.

Thank you.

Finally. What's your plan to

get this thing off?

What do you mean?

-What do you mean what

do I mean?

Oh I can't imagine that you're

here and you don't have a plan.

You do have a plan, right?

Yes.

Well, I'm working on it.

Ever wonder if keeping a

basement full of monsters

was a bad idea?

Constantly.

You good here?

I'm off to my witch hunt.

-I got these two.

- Goldie:
Bluebeard is

having his fun.

Goldie:
And the wolf is, well

he's working out some anger

issues.

At least it's not mice .

Oh, rumpy, I am very

disappointed.

No, no, no, no, no listen.

Just bide our time and find

ourselves in the armory.

What for?

The magic mirror.

She's got some locked up with

that big fat idiot.

Enough for one last shot of

the ol' magic.

At least enough to

make her let me go.

Oh, but then, clearly you

don't need me then.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

gelda, baby. Come on!

It's your little rump

roast, please.

Wake up.

This?

This is your plan?

I'm running out of messengers

here, witch.

See how desperate she is?

Desperate enough to let

rumpelstiltskin out of his

hidey-hole.

So they're working together?

That's adorable.

Listen, seriously.

We just have to see this

through, right?

Play her game and make her

think she's in charge.

If you believe that, you're

even madder than she is.

Gelda, wait!

Drop it.

What?

Oh, rumpy.

You do care!

You like that, don't you baby?

I want to talk to 'stiltskin.

Want to make that happen?

Oh, yes.

Carabosse:
Yes.

Maybe you're not as useless

as I thought, huh?

Piper:
'Sup, witch?

Owe you one, Piper.

Goldie:
Bluebeard.

Down boy.

Keep your paws off her.

She belongs to me.

-Shut up.

Goldie:
No! Don't hurt him!

Hey!

Hey.

Trust me, remember?

It's okay.

It's okay.

There's still more

of you, okay?

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