Sinister Squad Page #5

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scrambling to get it back.

See in your body, in your

body I'd be permanent.

Whole.

Look, buddy...

I'm not seeing the silver

lining here, pal.

You give me your body.

I'd rather let Alice blow me up.

And you get the underworld.

Now we're talking.

Al.

We have the witch. The scythe.

And Goldie will be back soon.

There could be only so many

messengers out there.

Then tell me this: If we've

won, why is she so tickled?

Look.

You've always wanted to be

more than just a lapdog.

Yeah.

-Real power.

A kingdom of your own.

-Yeah.

So be my lapdog.

Trade me your body. I'll rule

this realm and you can have my

scraps.

I'm sick of the underworld,

man.

It's time for me to move on.

It's a good fit for you though.

Considering, well, obviously.

What if I say...

No.

Well, Alice will lock you up

and I know just where to find

you.

And I will keep coming and

coming and coming.

The underworld has no

shortage of souls, brother.

Trust me on that.

Nobody wants to die.

Eventually, she's going to find

out and she's just going to kill

you.

Then I'll just have to find

another way. Just come on.

Save me the headache.

Alice will kill me anyway

if I say yes.

Lot'a good my body'll do you if

she blows it up.

So then we got to make it look

real good then, don't we?

Something funny is going on

and I don't like it.

I don't like it one bit.

How puzzling.

All these changes.

I don't know who I am from one

minute to the next.

Running as fast as I can just to

stay in one place.

I'm afraid if I don't find out

soon, I'll do something quite

rash.

Alice?

Piper, be a dear and head

upstairs for me?

Where am I going?

The armory, of course.

I'll not gain a pawn only to

sacrifice my queen.

Okay.

Rumpy, dear, I'm feeling quite

tested.

I hope you're not plotting.

I mean it now. Your ten

minutes is almost up.

If you don't bring gelda right

back down here then

I'm afraid you'll leave me no

choice but to blow you both!

Best not be late.

Rumpy:
Where is it?

-Gelda:
What took you so long?

Rumpy:
Where is it?

-Gelda:
Where were you?

Excuse me?

No 'thank you?'

thank you for what?

Is this what you're looking for?

Did I do good?

I did, didn't I?

You did great, baby.

I want it like old times,

rumpy.

When it was just you and me and

everybody did what we said.

And no Alice.

I want it like that too, baby.

But someone has to stop death.

Let her deal with it.

Rumpy, let's run away

together!

Gelda, I can't run anymore.

You don't understand.

-No.

I don't think you understand.

He'll never stop.

Don't you know?

Death always catches up to you.

Now, I have a plan for both of

us to get out of this,

together.

You just need to give me that

vial and trust me.

Gelda.

Please.

This is the one thing that can

get me out of this.

Wrong. I'm the one that can get

you out of this. Me!

And, it's time you start

acting like it.

Gelda, stop!

You're right.

You're absolutely right, baby.

I love you.

Now let's just take that, and

go to Alice and just give me--

where were you?

What? What do you mean?

You better tell me now?

Okay, okay, okay. It was him.

It was death, alright?

He offered me a deal I didn't

like, so I didn't take it.

What deal?

Gelda, please.

A trick. A trick, alright?

I give him my body, and he lets

me take the underworld.

Eww.

Exactly, now come on.

So you turned him down then?

For me?

Yes, of course.

So that we can be

together, forever.

Yes.

--Promise me.

Gelda...

I promise.

If this works out -- --

if?

I promise.

We'll be together.

Forever.

I love you.

Rumpy:
I'm sorry, gelda.

It had to look believable.

It was the only way.

Goldie:
It's a robe. That

must be the 'attire' hatter saw.

Let's get out of there

and do this quietly.

Come on, bluebeard.

Are you a good boy? A good boy?

Good boy.

Goldilocks dear, please do

return soon as you can.

Sick 'em.

Where's bluebeard?

As much as I would love to tear

her apart...

Why don't you show me that wild

side you been trying so hard to

keep at bay.

Are you okay?

Where's the robe?

Goldie:
Come on. Where's

the robe?

Run!

Hey is just me remember?

We have to get back

inside and help!

Run!

I'm afraid that's as far as i

can trust you, rumpelstiltskin.

Piper:
He's here! He's here!

Please don't blow him up.

Aren't you supposed to be the

master plotter here? What's

happening? What's their game?

Alice, we really need to talk.

-No.

You need to tell me what's going

on or else I don't think I have

a need for you anymore.

As a matter of fact, I think i

like you better back in your

cell.

Listen, if you want to stop for

good then I have to tell you

something,

and you're really going to have

to trust me.

You must think me mad.

All you've done is lie.

Why should I trust you?

Honestly, if this was your

plan, no wonder death dumped

your ass.

Good evening, Piper,

I'll take that.

Aah!

Piper!

Wait!

That one, we need alive.

You're not any fun.

Bluebeard:
I believe this is

what you need. I want in.

Rumpelstiltskin?

Rumpelstiltskin?

Chin up Piper, we'll figure

something out.

So this is where you've

been hiding?

You gotta admit, it's pretty

funny how things work out

sometimes, huh?

You. I'm so sorry. You must be

feeling so out of the loop right

now.

Well let me catch you up to

speed.

See after our conversation, i

had another little chat...

With this guy.

What does he mean?

Oh!

What do I mean, what do I mean,

what do I mean,

what do I mean is it's time for

you to come through on your end

of the deal.

Death:
Man.

You will do anything to wiggle

yourself out of trouble.

Am I right?

Even killing the only woman who

ever really loved you.

You're real scum.

I gotta respect that.

Booboo?

Come here, girl!

Come here, girl!

Come, girl!

Come, girl... stay!

See, I forgot to mention...

Consider this a way to

seal our deal.

Call it my signature.

Death:
Any objections?

Death:
No?

Well then let's start this

ritual, huh?

Come here.

Please, stop.

I can't!

Death:
Hey hey! Blueballs is

here. Bluebeard is here.

Death:
Keep your eye out for

blondie and her dog.

Death:
Come on, rumpy.

Death:
Time for me and you to

get real cozy.

We don't hurt you.

You can't.

We good?

I'm with you.

What's taking so long?

The sacrifice must be perfect,

my love.

The circle must not be broken.

Death:
Oh my god! Whatever,

just hurry up.

- Really?

Goldie:
You take neckbeard, I'll

take the others.

Ha ha! I'm disappointed, Wolfie.

Let me show you how it's done!

- Goldilocks, hurry!

Goldie!

I'm coming, Piper.

-Death:
Oh, no you don't!

Alright, death. Give me

something to hit.

Alice:
Oh no, Alice!

Open, dammit!

He's lying!

He doesn't care about you.

-Liar!

Death:
Witch, let's go.

He loves me.

Goldie:
Get him, hatter!

Goldie:
Is something wrong,

sweetheart?

He's using you.

Lie!

What do you think is gonna

happen when this is over, huh?

Death will enter

rumpelstiltskin for me.

And then, we will be together

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