And of course, that musical interlude was just the tune Cap needed to let himself go from that eternal plane. Or was it? His soul flew at mach speed straight into the body of Mr. Whiskers, and lemme tell you, that cat had a sailor's mouth to begin with. Little ole Captain Hound didn't help the situation either.
"Bloody damn fools, what kind of nonsense is this?"
Henry turned around. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Willy Dribbling asked from the front. He was still coated in mud, but a vile slime it was indeed. "What did we hear, young Henry?"
"Dammit you loons! Can you not hear me? MEOW! MEOW?!" Mr. Whiskers was going haywire, jumping around and around. "C'MON! I was on my way to mastering that guitar riff up in Valhalla. I was this close, I tell ya. This close."
Closer and closer they went, yes, deep into the munchkin village till the only darkness they could see was the ones in each crew members' pupils. It had been a long journey, a rough one no doubt, and still they had nothing to show. Not even two of the seven pieces of eight were worth this.
They tensed at the arrival of this newcomer.
"Why hello there," Willy proclaimed at the tight knit circle. "I'm so glad to see you lot."
Doc was unshaken. "Who are you?"
"Why, you don't know me? I'm Willy Dribbling, and I have a proposition for you."
The town went silent.
"Why yes, yes I do." A grin curled on his lips. "It's my understanding that you've been trying to resurrect an old friend of your's, eh?"
"I'M RIGHT HERE YA DAFT PARAKEET."
"Shush now kitty cat. No, I've come to offer up my services. That napkin you've been carrying around? It's nothing. Just a stupid piece of parchment, if you will. And the tomb? Vandalized by some teenage punks a while back." He grabbed the paper from Kingy and proceeded to blow his nose on the instructions. The entire group gasped. "But lemme tell you, I do know things. Certain things, such as the dark arts. Such as necromancy."
Lexi shook her head and held Mr. Jiggles. Larabeth took a step back and swooned into the wings of Lanko. Arthur crossed his chest with the symbol of Velma, hallowed be Her name. But Scarlet, she was the one that winced and said, "Why should we trust you?"
At this, the muddy man clasped his hands in front. "Because, dearie, you want to save your father and you have no clue how. You're desperate, and I can show you the world."
Nobody said a thing, not one word. Only sound that came from the town was Doc cocking his revolver at the fat man.
They stood there for a quite a while, neither talking, neither budging, just thinking and thinking about what to do.
That is, until Murdock scooted over beside Mr. Whiskers and started playing around. Cap didn't much like that.
At that, though, Doc lowered his pistol, reluctantly, and slowly, and nodded. "Show us what you got."
They were more desperate than you can believe.
TO BE CONTINUED