Yzma hadn't thought there was anything particularly noteworthy about the hat that had spent the day on her head yesterday. Things appeared and disappeared around her all the time.

She sat at her desk and began to plot plan out next week's lesson. The door was cracked open.

Yzma was in her office cackling.

Occasionally something in a vial would catch fire. "Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!" Yzma cried.

The door was open.

Yzma was in her office, wearing her own version of the crazy googles-gloves-labcoat ensemble that she stuffed her students into every week as she worked on a variety of potions.

Yes, they were all pink.

What? She liked pink!

The door was open and the fiendish cackling dulcet laughter drifted into the hallway.

Yzma had her very own office! It was no secret lab, of course--at least, not yet. She was investigating how hard it would be to install secret panels.

Which was why she was stalking around the new space in pointy heels, wielding a hammer.

It would be brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!

The door was open, and the cackling probably spilled into the