Don't listen the witch song Prologe...The voice echoes over his long hears...''Come little children...I'll take thee away...''...He could feel the dirt of his feet while he was following the voice which put him in daze...''Into a land, of enchantment...''... Sinestres whispers and old creepy faces around to him... Why he don't move? He can't scape by himself...?''Come little children...The time's come to play...''... Front to his eyes images flashes:A huge wooden spoon, with a green liquind in it.The huge sounds of a battle inside of a house.Screams from women.And another voice... very familiar...Then he feels like he could run away now.''Here in my garden...''The familiar voice cames again: Don't turn back, Oswald!! RUN!!But he did turn around for a moment... He saw someone draged into the inside of an door by three old witches who grap the one who keeps yelling to the kid.''Of sha-a-aaa-dows...''The sound of the door clousing in that brutal way awakes Oswald, with an low scream.
A lovely evil planSt. Canard, midnight.In a dark alley, an walking vegie duck called go through it and get close to a phone booth. He get inside; he open a letter that some villian send it to him, wich it says ''Meeting at midnight. DownStreet Alley, Phone Booth. 1313666.'' He push the combination numbers. Suddenly the floor opens and he falls for a long and scary slide. He lands into a seat; he finds himself into a huge HQ with tecno machines and in front to him a metalic table where behind it a villian welcomes him.Carmesi: Bushroot! I'm glad you could find the place.Bushroot: ... Yeah. The slide was necesary, it almost kill me for heart attack!!Carmesi: It was that or the elevator...Bushroot: Then why not the elevator?!Carmesi: It wouldn't be funny...(she smirks) Well, let get into work. I wanted to propose you an idea. You know that Valentines Day it's comming right?Bushroot: -_- Don't remind me that...Carmesi: So, for inspiration of this ''celebration of love'' I'm gonna create a new weapon