"It is time for your final examinations!" Yzma cackled over the sound of crashing thunder. She was really pulling out all the stops for the last class, yeah.

"Today you will encounter a series of scenarios that managers so often face! " she told them. Except that no sane manager ever would, no ( Read more... )

Yzma, thank God, had not been visited by tiny children from alternate dimensions. That meant she'd spent all of her time working on her lesson plan.

Okay, not really.

"Hello!" she boomed at the class as they arrived in the traditional lab coats and awesome hats. "As managers, we are entitled to certain perks that mere minions are not! Such as ( Read more... )

Yzma was back and thoroughly uninterested in talking about how she'd gotten stuck as a kitten for two weeks, thank you very much.

The students might notice that only half of them were wearing spiffy lab coats and hats. The other half--horrors!--were clad in hairnets and paper hats.

"Today we will be working in fast food!" Yzma said. "Dealing with ( Read more... )

Like every other week, the entrance to the Danger Shop was special and filled with levers and exciting rides for the students of Yzma's Management Theory class ( Read more... )

The Danger Shop was ready with the usual levers and slides and awesome uniforms as like any Yzma-led week, but when they arrived at their destinations there was just Toby, the TA. Oh, and a slight glitch in the Danger Shop program ( Read more... )

"One of the most important parts of being a manager is choosing someone to be your flunky...er minion, I mean ASSISTANT. Yes. Assistant," Yzma said, pacing around the Danger Room.

"They do the parts of your job you don't want to: picking up dry cleaning, talking to people on the phone..." She clapped her hand and a movie screen scrolled out of ( Read more... )

"Accessorizing is crucial for an effective manager!" Yzma proclaimed. "And the most important accessory to have is a weapon that no one else knows you have ( Read more... )

Today, when the students arrived, they would find Yzma wearing the same charming goggles and lab coat ensemble as the rest of them.

"Sometimes," she began, "traditional means of getting your point across to the clearly inferior--talking, yelling, kicking them with pointy shoes--simply do not work! Sometimes they will not let you win at ( Read more... )

"Today," Yzma began, stomping in front of the students, "we learn the important task of taking out the garbage!"

She clapped her hands and enormous, slightly llama-shaped burlap sacks appeared before them. "It is vital when you are in management that certain tasks be completed by you personally because minions will only screw them up and not check ( Read more... )

When the class was assembled before her, Yzma began her customary stalking back and forth. "There are times when you are in a position of leadership that you will have to deal with stupid, ungrateful people who steal cov--" she coughed. "Who steal things. Like ideas. And office supplies. Which is wrong. But you should not kill them immediately ( Read more... )