Kronk! [Yzma barks into the camera, a piece of candy cane stuck between her teeth. The lab is heavily decorated, and tinsel is covering most of the glasswork....which means Yzma's all sorts of shiny, hissing like an irate glittery disco diva]

What's with all of this! I said you could decorate the lab, a little, but don't you think this is going a ( Read more... )

[Oh please, help yourself mansion and turn your eyes away now. Yzma's positioned the webcamera on her vanity to get a nice shot of a cream covered turkey leg- no wait, that's her own long, skin-sagging femur she's shaving in lazy, elegant strokes, hair in a towel and cold cream gooped on her face.

Someone's discovered certain Broadway Soundtracks on ( Read more... )