Yzma's apartment [evening]
Yzma (having changed out of the sheet she had to walk-of-shame across town in, yes, yes) was in her apartment smashing things with a hammer.
The irony was not lost on her.
"The nerve of him to toss me out of bed!"
Smash went the lamp on the pedestal.
"He should be grateful I deigned to share it all!"
Another smash of a different lamp on the pedestal. It was getting awfully dark in Yzma's apartment.
"Doesn't he know who I am?" She tossed the hammer aside and stalked towards her bookshelf of potions.
"I know. I'll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box, and put that box in a larger box and mail that box to myself and when it arrives...I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!"
She looked outside. There was never a crash of thunder when she needed it, dammit.
The irony was not lost on her.
"The nerve of him to toss me out of bed!"
Smash went the lamp on the pedestal.
"He should be grateful I deigned to share it all!"
Another smash of a different lamp on the pedestal. It was getting awfully dark in Yzma's apartment.
"Doesn't he know who I am?" She tossed the hammer aside and stalked towards her bookshelf of potions.
"I know. I'll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box, and put that box in a larger box and mail that box to myself and when it arrives...I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!"
She looked outside. There was never a crash of thunder when she needed it, dammit.