[Yzma emerges through the tiny doorway looking a little aggravated for having to hike up her dress and crawl though. She grumbles about chafing her knees, a dusts herself off just in time to see a mounted button-eyed llama head on the opposite wall...that's right, proof that Kuzco's dead, dead, dead!]

Well! This is certainly a bit more like it!

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[There is a bright white, almost phosphorescent glow to the precious beaker held triumphantly up to the camera]

At last! At long last! The secret serum of eternal youth and beauty is mine!

[An audible glug-glug-glug of said potion being chugged. Then a mad dash behind a changing panel while a suitably slinky, skintight outfit is quick-changed into ( Read more... )

Kronk, I could really use a hand he-

No! No, shoo, you- Not in my lab, not in my....errrrwwwwwwgggghhhhhh!!!

[There's a loud clatter of Yzma chasing some dusks around her laboratories, the tinkle of falling glasswork and brass heating containers. There's eventually a loud pounding noise and some crumbling drywall, which must mean that she's fighting ( Read more... )

[A very jarring and dizzying image, as Yzma's pretty much marching around the hallways with recording device in hand, making wide broad hand gestures]

Aha! Kronk look! Looooook! We're back at the p....the...the place! The place! We're home, now I can rule the empi-

[And she comes to a full stop, deadpanning.]

Wait.

No! No, it can't be! Dratted mansion ( Read more... )

Wha-

Who do you think you are!

You can't just barge in here! This is a secret lab! Can't you see the big 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the little secret secret wall panel lever upstairs?

What miserable dog days of summer! I'm melting in this humidity! Wasting away! Fried! Steamed! Shriveling! Ugh!

Accursed, wretched, detestable sun!

It's bad enough your passing days have robbed me of my precious youth!

Forget this! I'm going down to my lab! Kronk, bring me the fans and lets double the dry ice order!!! No, Triple! (And get me a double ( Read more... )

Ah well. You win some, you lose some.

I'm curious though, about that girl's bottled scent....how precisely was that done?

No miserable change ups in sight, so for now let say I'm in a rare pleasant mood!

Who's up for a lovely cup of chicha under the rose pergolas?

....Kronk, you bring the bocaditos, and a dessert.

[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... )

One must admit.

This Queen of Hearts, though she may be a thorn in our sides...

For all its worth, what a sense for dramatic flair.