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| Author: | Saaron |
| Summary: | Wikkit, Mikzi, Jixxi, and Oktavi throw their party in Kezan, regardless of Deathwing's appearance on the island. Soon, they need to gather an absurd amount of money to buy their seat off the island before its destruction. They'll do anything they can by any means necessary… |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Oktavi stares at the others at the entrance to the HQ. "Everything's fine. We're all fine. Let's go talk to Sassy."
Mikzi just raises an eyebrow at Oktavi.
"Who's gonna break the news?" Mikzi asks.
Jixxi nods, glancing to the sky worriedly as she follows.
Chip exclaims, seeing Mikzi. "Aww babe you're home! Let me take a look at your new clothes!"
"Surely they've heard by now," Wikkit says.
Mikzi drapes the outfit over her leather-clad bod, demonstrating for Chip.
"Aww, yeah, you're going to look so hot, babe," Chip adds. He is interrupted by Candy. "Not as gorgeous as me, though, hihi!"
Mikzi gives Candy a wink, then returns her attention to Sassy.
"So did ya hear yet?" Mikzi asks Sassy calmly.
"Heard about what?" Sassy asks.
"Sassy…as you might have heard…there was a teensy issue involving a dragon." Wikkit holds up her fingers to indicate how teensy.
"A dragon named Deathwing, I heard!" Oktavi says, smiling.
"Feel that?" Mikzi says dryly as the earth rumbles.
“You're kidding, right?! DEATHWING?!!! That’s where the tremors come from?!!” Sassy looks panicked for a moment.
"The dragon kinda broke Mt. Kajaro, and I'm getting the distinct feeling that maybe this island might be just a teensy bit doomed."
says Mikzi.
“Okay, this'll work out just fine. We'll throw your party and by the time it's over I'm sure that the dragon will be long gone and the ground will stop shaking,” Sassy says, biting her nails. “If not, we can always charter a ship off of the island.
"We might want to pre-charter, and slip out while the party's still going," Jixxi suggests. "Avoid the rush, and all that."
Mikzi nods. "Yeah. Start makin' arrangements."
"That's the spirit! No need to panic." Wikkit holds up her hands. "Remember, as the good book says: Calamity is just opportunity in a louder outfit."
"Oh my gosh! Everyone is here! We can’t leave like that!” Candy says.
"But that doesn't mean sell my seat," Jixxi clarifies. "Even if they do offer a lot of moolah."
“Who cares about some stupid dragon? We setup the party around the pool. Sounds like they're having a great time already. You are going to look so fine, babe!” Chip adds.
"I know it," says Mikzi.
"Oh, also, we handled the guys you sent us to deal with, Sassy!" Oktavi adds.
Mikzi smacks a fist into her palm, to indicate the manner of handling.
“Nice! A complete success if I do say so myself!” Sassy pauses. “If you forget about the whole dragon stuff. “Your debtors will think twice now about not paying up! Perhaps we should increase interest rates on loans across the board?”
"Might not be worth all the paperwork, if the whole islands going kaput," Jixxi observes.
"It's worth all the paperwork even more since the island's going kaput!" Sassy says.
“The party’s started. Why don't you get ready, head over to the pool and keep everyone entertained? We’ll join you in a minute,” Chip says.
“Oooh, yeah, I just have to slip into something even more amazing!” Candy adds.
"Arright," says Mikzi.
“Look at my two girls go! I'm the luckiest boyfriend on the island!!!” Chip jumps in the air, cheering, as both Mikzi and Candy go.
“All right, let’s make sure this party is going as planned, teehee!” She slaps a smile onto her face and heads out.
Sassy says, as they leave. "I'll make sure to look into those charter options!"
Mikzi pulls out her ponytail and shakes her hair. Not half bad, actually…
Oktavi strikes a few poses as she gets to the party. She's ready.
"I mean, it's not like the boat is leaving right now, yeah?" Jixxi says, starting to be lulled back into ease. "Might as well party till it's time to run."
"That's the spirit!" Oktavi exclaims happily.
Wikkit hands a partygoer a bucket. "If you're gonna spew…spew into this."
Mikzi busts a move.
Jixxi wanders around, supplying drinks and snacks.
Oktavi gets into some intellectual conversations with partygoers through her dance moves.
Mikzi manages to grind on about 17 people in 20 seconds.
Wikkit tends to the needy (with buckets) and informs them about investment opportunities for their souls.
Jixxi runs out of drinks and snacks, and starts conjuring them.
After spending a long time at the party, Oktavia says “I need to take a break for a sec. KTC, comin’ with me?”
Mikzi follows Oktavi.
Sassy calls out to them.
She's danced out.
Jixxi hands off her tray to a random person and follows
"Hey, what's up Sass?" says Mikzi as she approaches, all sweaty in her backless gown.
“Very nicely done, you all! The party appears to be a smashing success, from what I can hear in here!” Sassy claps, before a loud war scream resounds outside. “Wait, did you hear that?”
The cute little heart shape cut out of the front of Mikzi's dress shows that her midriff is just one rippling six-pack.
"OH what now?" says Mikzi.
"Another dragon? Please don't say another dragon," Jixxi groans.
“Pirates! We’re being attacked by pirates! Help!” screams a partygoer, very helpfully.
Mikzi quickly changes back into her !@#-Kicking Leathers. Yeah, in front of everyone.
“Oh my gosh! Pirates!” gasps Sassy. “There are Southsea pirates crashing our party!”
Mikzi puts her hair back up in the ponytail. This bodes ill for pirates.
“You have to get in there and do something about this or your career, and any chance of you being the next Trade Princess, is going to be ruined!” Sassy says.
"Fine, fine!!" says Mikzi, cracking her knuckles.
"Pirates?" WIkkit sighs. "Time to purge some heathens!"
Oktavi giggles. "Just what this party lacked! Violence, teehee!"
Mikzi is happy to provide.
"Let's go light some people up," Jixxi says.
"Yay!" Oktavi exclaims. The partygoers are in a frenzy, they don't feel very 'yay' right now.
"Put these mothertaxing heathens down!" Wikkit preaches loudly!
"And don't let them bleed out in the pool!" Oktavi commands.
Wikkit lifts her hands to the panicked guest, "Stay calm, stay clever! STAY GENEROUS WITH YOUR DONATIONS!"
Wikkit receives so many donations. This is it. Panic makes these people generous.
Mikzi glares at Wikkit. "I swear to gold, lady, if you don't give it a rest…"
Wikkit runs around with a collection bucket, giggling gleefully.
After a while, the situation seems to calm down. ""That'll do it! We've got it all under control again, awesome!"
"We might need these donations for the charter," Jixxi says. "Don't give it a rest, Wikkit."
Wikkit shows off her bucket of gold. "Faith does not rest, sister. It profits!"
"But we won't need a charter, everything will be fine!" Oktavi smiles.
Mikzi rolls her eyes and mutters a prayer to… idk, Deathwing? Whoever's up there.
“Phew, that was close, boss. Unfortunately, I'm the bearer of more bad news.” Sassy !@#$% her lower lip. “Please don't shoot me…”
“Aww, don’t worry Sassy. Were we ever angry at you for anything?” Oktavi says.
Mikzi cracks her knuckles.
Sassy sighs of relief, reassured. “Okay… While you were dealing with the pirates, I noticed the Trade Prince slip upstairs. He's up on the balcony at the top of the stairs.”
“What?!” Oktavi grabs her by the collar.
Wikkit grumbles. The Trade Prince has never donated to Our Lady of Prosperity.
"What's he doing there?" Jixxi asks, her eyes wide.
"You want we should push him off the balcony?" Mikzi asks.
"I love that plan!" Oktavi points at Mikzi.
“I don’t know!” Sassy answers Jixxi. “I think he's the one that sent the pirates.” Sassy cringes. “You'd better get up there A.S.A.P.! You wouldn't want to keep him waiting.”
Wikkit shrugs, "Sometimes the righteous path is the most expedient path."
Oktavi drops her. “Sorry, teehee, I got a little nervous there! Of course we should go meet him! What have we got to lose, except maybe a broken wrist if we struggle with Mikzi’s plan!”
"Who goes first?" Oktavi says, cheering from behind the group.
Mikzi strides up the stairs.
"I'll stay behind and keep a fire ready," Jixxi says.
Mikzi frowns as she sees the Trade Prince is still in his giant metal… thing.
"It's best if I keep to the back…in case you need the restorative power of the Glittering Light!" Wikkit explains bravely.
Oktavi blinks. How did he even slip upstairs with that thing.
“Well, well, well, if those aren’t my wayward protege, KTC,” Gallywix says. “I'm hurt and disappointed. You didn't send me an invitation to your little party out there. Sorry about the crashers… you know how pirates can be.”
"Dead?" Mikzi guesses.
"These ones are," she clarifies.
Jixxi nods. That's how pirates can be.
“Yeah. So, shall we get down to business?” Gallywix cuts the pleasantries short. “You're extremely ambitious young goblins. Maybe a little too ambitious for your own good. I see a lot of myself in you when I was your age. More or less.”
Wikkit mumbles, "I can see the lot of us fitting in you, fatso."
Mikzi snorts.
Jixxi giggles.
"Hey! I haven't gained the weight yet!" Gallywix slams his fist on his machine's board.
“I have a proposition. You might have noticed that Mount Kajaro is exploding thanks to your dragon. Everyone on Kezan is going to die!” He points at them with his finger. “But, if you bring me a bazillion macaroons before my yacht leaves the island, I'll make sure that you're one of the lucky few to escape.”
"OUR dragon?" Mikzi repeats flatly.
"It's not our dragon," Jixxi protests. "Look, we didn't do anything. If anything it's your dragon, Trade Prince."
Wikkit subtly tugs her cloak over her bulging donation pouch.
"And just where are we supposed to get a bazillion macaroons anyway?"
asks Mikzi.
"Hey, I don't know, seemed like your unmodified shredders shot that ball far enough to get his attention to our island," Gallywix shrugs. "That's what people have been saying anyway."
"Oh for gold's sake…." Mikzi mutters.
“I don’t know how you’ll get that. But if you want to live, you better hurry and figure out how to get me my moolah! Deal?” Gallywix smiles at them with shark teeth.
"Fantastic," Mikzi says, rolling her eyes.
"We’ll see what we can do, thank you so much for the offer!" Oktavi smiles.
"We'll just… get right on that," Jixxi says in obvious irritation, as she heads down the stairs.
Sassy waits for them outside. "Bad news! All the charters have already left, there's only one still on the island!"
Wikkit jingles her donation purse. "I've got maybe a quarter bazillion at best."
"So, stowing away on the boat?" Jixxi says in a low voice once they're downstiars.
"And let that guy kill us once he finds us?" Oktavi raises an eyebrow.
"I'm sure I can think of a better plan than that," Mikzi says, scratching at her jaw.
"Sassy. We need a bazillion Macaroons. Now. Or we’re stuck on this dying island," Oktavi says.
“A bazillion macaroons?!?! Where are we going to get that kind of moolah?” Sassy shakes her head in panic.
“I don’t know. That’s what you’re paid for, silly!” Oktavi strikes a cute, innocent pose.
"Can we rob somebody?" Jixxi suggests.
"I'm not sure I have time to shake down that many people…" Mikzi thinks out loud.
Sassy thinks for a moment. “Um… did the Trade Prince say anything about letting me escape with you on his yacht?”
Wikkit ponders, "What we need is one big con…um…fund-raiser. Something to really inspire the flock!"
"I'm sure you'd get to go with us," says Mikzi. "Especially if you help us figure out how to get the money."
Something in Mikzi's tone implies a threat in reverse.
“A big con… Like banks!! You have to hurry and break the company’s moolah out of the bank!” Sassy slams her fist into her other hand. “All of our assets have been frozen and the First Bank of Kezan is out of business!”
"Rob a bank! This is the best idea!" Jixxi claps. "Thanks, Sass."
“You need an awful lot of moolah, boss. I think you're going to have to go break your own money out of the bank! The different widgets in your Goblin All-In-1-Der Belts should be enough to crack the vault,” Sassy says.
Wikkit looks to Mikzi. "Our Lady of Prosperity smiles on us today! Mikzi…I assume you could make this happen?"
"Oh yeah, I can totally make this happen," Mikzi says.
"Been casing that place for months."
Wikkit presses her cupped hands together in praise. "Hallemoolah!"
“I just hope that you've been saving for a rainy day like I always told you to. You might have noticed… it's raining hot liquid magma!!!” Sassy pulls out an umbrella, which is not fire resistant.
“Maybe Meggs in marketing has something for you to try too?”
"Hey Slinky!" Mikzi calls. "Let's talk."
“We're all going to die!!!” screams Megs in marketing.
“Get a hold of yourself!” Oktavi slaps Megs in marketing.
"Uh, like thanks for the offer? But I have other plans," Jixxi says.
"Someone might die if she doesn't stop screamin'," Mikzi says ominously.
"Breathe, sister…only most of us are going to die," Wikkit says helpfully. "But the end of one thing is the prelude to profitable beginnings!"
“So sorry about that. It won't happen again! Okay, we need to find a way to make a lot of moolah quickly,” Megs smiles. It’s very forced. “There are already reports of the Trade Prince sending hired looters into the streets.”
"I'm listening…" says Mikzi.
“You could take the hot rod out there and run them down, snatching the loot that they've already illegally stolen. There wouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?” Megs in marketing nods. “Stealing from the rich who stole from the poor to give to the poor high-ranking employees of a very successful company. That’s always morally correct!”
"So if we loot the looters," Jixxi says, narrowing her eyes, "They'll have done the shaking down for us already…"
"There would be some stuff very right with that," Mikzi agrees.
"A fool and his money are soon parted," Wikkit says, "Especially if he doesn't have a strong grip."
"That may have earned you a space on our charter!" Oktavi beams.
“Speaking of stealing from the riches…” Slinky Sharpshiv slips behind them.
"Hey Slink," says Mikzi. "I thought you might slink over."
“I heard about our money problem. I wasn’t eavesdropping, I swear! There's only one way that we're going to get a bazillion macaroons: stealing from the rich!” Slink rubs her hands together.
"They are the ones who have the macaroons," Jixxi nods. "Seems efficient."
“That slime, the Trade Prince, has stolen all kinds of antiques and expensive art. It's time to take them from him and give them to the needy… mainly us!” Slinky pouts sadly. She is needy, see?
"A prudent and efficacient plan," Mikzi agrees.
"It's only right to help them find salvation through donation," Wikkit agrees.
Oktavi agrees too.
“Hobart left behind a cap he was working on. It's a disguise that'll make you look like one of his mooks. All you have to do is walk right in to his Villa to the west and 'procure' the items,” Slinky says. “And by that I mean ‘steal’.”
"So we pay him with his own stuff," Jixxi nods. "That seems fair."
"Inspired!" Wikkit grins.
"With all those plans, we should have the money!" Oktavi claps happily. "We can do this!"
"Just watch out for his pigs who can smell through the disguise!" Slinky says.
"I'm always on the lookout for pigs,
“Pigs?” Oktavi asks.
Mikzi deadpans.
“I didn’t pick his pets for him. I'll set the cap to auto-activate once you're at the villa. Just avoid them,” Slinky winks, then disappears into the darkness.
Foreman Dampwick yells. “Over here!”
Dampwick mutters to himself. “I can't believe the nerve of those trolls. Rebelling after all that I've done for them!”
"What now? This is no time for motivating slaves!" Jixxi says, prancing over.
"Tsk. Ungrateful." Wikkit nods.
“Ah! You’re here already?! I… I ’ve lost control of the mine! Please don’t fire me!” He shakes in fear.
"I won't. The dragon might," Jixxi glances to the sky. "Or the volcano."
"Absolutely gonna. Out of a cannon," says Mikzi.
“I… I’ve got an idea!” Dampwick begs on his knees. “We need tons of moolah to pay the Trade Prince and get off Kezan, right? Well, tons of it is just waiting for the taking down there in the Kaja'mine!”
“These are the last known deposits of kaja'mite anywhere. This is the raw stuff that made us the genius tinkerers and alchemists we are today. If that's not worth a bazillion macaroons, I don't know what is!” Dampwick says.
"Oh, true. Maybe I was slightly premature in my plans to projectilify you."
Wikkit holds up her cupped hands. "It seems like you're more in need of salvation than ever, Foreman."
says Mikzi.
"You want us to mine," Jixxi looks incredulous. "Do I look like a miner?"
Dampwick happily puts a coin in Wikkit's cupped hands.
"It'll be fun," Mikzi says flatly. "We can use explosives."
“Take some of my kablooey bombs and blowup the deposits. Then, pick up the chunks. No need to mine!” Dampwick gets up. “Just watch out for the rebellious trolls!”
"That! Use explosives!" Dampwick points at Mikzi.
Wikkit smiles and makes a gesture at Dampwick. "Blessings of Almighty Gold upon you."
"The trolls better watch out for me," Mikzi threatens.
“… sure. Let’s start with the mines. Let’s call this a pre-game for the bank robbery, teehee!” Oktavi smiles.
"Ugh, I guess," Jixxi says.
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"Let's go!" Oktavi exclaims as she rushes to the mines.
Jixxi glares down at the mines, full as they are of precious kaja'mite.
(working now??))
"Just so's we all remember, I'm still not a miner," Jixxi says, as if this matters in the face of island destruction.
Mikzi is unusually quiet and sulky. She seems to be thinking hard about something.
"You're not a miner, but you know how to blow stuff up, right? That's all you need to know!" Oktavi smiles, striking a pose.
Wikkit points an accusing finger at the rebellious trolls. "Accursed are the ungrateful servants that riseth up against their masters!"
Oktavi simply acquiesces with a "Yeah!"
Mikzi gets busy blowing up kajamite.
"I guess its okay, if there's explosions involved," Jixxi says sulkily. "And it's for a good cause."
Survival, that is the good cause.
"Let's report back to Dampwick!" Oktavi makes a 'follow me' gesture.
"Blessed are the slaves that remain behind in the face of dragon-induced disaster to continue their work in case their masters should return!" Wikkit might have just made that one up on the spot.
Oktavi nods. That's right!
Jixxi nods approval. That one sounds legit.
Mikzi is toting quite a bit of fragmented kaja'mite.
“Here, we’ve got the chunks,” Oktavi hands her chunks to Dampwick.
“Nicely done, you all, nicely done! That's a fortune you have there in your bags.” Foreman Dampwick smiles greedily. “With all of that, I bet the Trade Prince will let all of us come along on his yacht!”
"He'd better," Mikzi says darkly.
“Let’s go rob the bank, just in case! Gather as much loot as you can on your way there, and feel free to run over any of the Trade Prince’s people. The fewer there are of them, the less demand there are for seats on his yacht!” Oktavi grins.
"You know he's gonna lowball the valuation of that ore," Wikkit points out.
"If not, there's one who might not make it, three guesses who," Jixxi mutters, glaring in the direction of Gallywix's villa.
Dampwick looks at Jixxi. "Me?" He sounds desperate.
"Nah, you're on the good list, Dampwick," Jixxi says.
"Oh boy, that's great!" he exclaims.
Oktavi's reckless driving proves useful as she runs over pirates and grabs their loot.
Mikzi follows her WAY too closely for safety.
“Okay, everybody ready?” Oktavi rubs her hands looking at the vaults. “Let’s do this!”
Mikzi is Ready.
Oktavi begins hacking one of the automatic vaults, using the gadgets on her belt.
Jixxi is prepared to loot a bank.
"Think of this not as stealing, sisters," Wikkit preaches, "But as liberation! Money hoarded is profit unrealized!"
"That ought to do it," Jixxi says, just a little too long later. "With this and the kaja'mite and the loot… oh, we were gonna rob the villa too, right?"
"Yes! The we're for sure certain we've got the money!" Oktavi shrugs. "Plus I kinda want to rob Gallywix."
Mikzi grins wickedly in anticipation.
Oktavi grabs some more gold on the way out.
"Liberate valuables from the villa," Wikkit says solemnly.
"Liberate it into my pockets," Oktavi nods.
"I'm grabbin' the Ultimate Bomb," Jixxi says out of the corner of her mouth. She nods to Miksi, "Can't explode this one though, it's worth moolah."
Mikzi grunts.
"Hmm, Maldy's Falcon," Wikkit observes. "I think this might just be a new holy relic." Sighs of longing. "Unfortunately."
"OOoh looks like one too!" She smiles at Wikkit.
Mizki gives Gallywix's over the top bedroom all the side-eye in the world.
Wikkit 'reclaims' the Falcon for the church.
Oktavi grabs the Goblin Lisa and sprints out of a building.. “With that, that should be more than enough! Put some more gold in your pockets, now! Now let’s go!”
"Let's report back to everyone! We've earned our spot!" Oktavi smiles brightly.
Oktavi drives more off the road than on the road.
Mikzi is a skilled, impatient, and obnoxious driver.
“Take a look at all this stuff, Slinky! Isn’t it neat?” Oktavi shows her their art loot.
Wikkit should not be allowed behind the wheel of anything.
“Oh, wow! These are worth a fortune.” Slinky eyes everything with a practiced, greed-filled eye. “I just hope that the Trade Prince doesn't notice them when you hand them over with the rest of the company’s wealth….”
"Okay, now where's Megs in Marketing?.. Ah, there!" Oktavi rushes towards her.
“Got the loot, Megs in marketing!” Oktavi smiles brightly.
“Wow, you really did it?! Well, they had it coming, I guess.” Megs counts the macaroons. “That's an awful lot of loot. Do you think it's enough to get you a spot on the Trade Prince's yacht?”
"It better be," Mikzi says. This just seems to be… her response to everything today.
Oktavi nods. "It better be, yeah." She seems to have picked up on the repetition in Mikzi's talk.
“Are you going to be able to bring a plus one with you all? Truth be told, I don't make too much working in marketing,” Megs in marketing scratches the back of her neck.
Jixxi nods.
Mikzi shrugs. "I already got a boyfriend and a girlfriend ta worry about," she says.
"We'll see, yeah," Jixxi says. "I don't stab people in the back unless they look like they're aiming up a stab for mine."
"The faithful will always have a place by my side," Wikkit says with a sweet smile.
"For gold's sake…" Mikzi mutters.
"Exactly," Wikkit winks at Mikzi.
Megs in marketing smiles at Mikzi. "And we're basically twins, so I would never do that."
Mikzi murders Wikkit. With her eyes.
“Sassy, here’s what we got from the bank!” Oktavi hands her the gold they liberated on their various missions.
“Hey, you’ve all been saving! I'm so proud of you!” Sassy counts all of your macaroons. “Um… this isn't nearly enough. Even with everything else we’ve got!”
Mikzi pulls at her ponytail in frustration and growls.
"What?! HOW?!" Jixxi screams in frustration. Full on screams.
“Really? We don’t have the bazillions macaroons?” Oktavi’s ears droop.
“I mean, we're close, but we still don't have enough. Lucky for you, I suspected this might be the case, and I've got a plan. We're going to collect on the headquarters insurance policy!” Sassy excitedly shakes her fist in front of her.
"One door closes, another door explodes along with the rest of the building." Wikkit nods sagely. "I like it."
“Hope you don't mind, but I filled the place with the leftover fireworks from our party. All you have to do is go in there and sabotage things,” Sassy nods very seriously. “May I suggest the faulty generator, the leaky stove, and the flammable bed? Then come back outside and use the control panel to send in the gasbot. It's a foolproof plan!”
"Whatever we gotta do, we gotta do," Mikzi agrees.
“Sassy, you’re a genius! Insurance fraud? Who would have thought of this!” Oktavi jumps in the air. “Let’s go break our stuff!”
"I'm gonna turn on that stove that always leaks," Jixxi says. "It'll be great for an explosion."
Mikzi lingers by the control panel, watching for a sign from the others.
Oktavi hits the defective generator with a shadow bolt, overloading it.
Wikkit strolls into the bedroom and lights up a cigar. She takes a few puffs, blowing smoke rings with a smirk before tossing the cigar on the highly flammable bed.
"Go, go, go!" Oktavi screams, exiting the building. "NO, WAIT! Wikkit!"
Wikkit hears the screaming, and leaps out the upstairs balcony window! "I'm comin'!"
Wikkit activates her rocket boots, launching herself from the second story to the ground outside!
Oktavi cheers for Wikkit. "You know how to make an exit, that's for sure!" She then looks impatiently for Mikzi to start the fire.
Mikzi (reluctantly?) waits until the others are clear of the building before she manipulates the control panel.
Wikkit grins and bows.
The gasbot heads into the house.
Jixxi makes it outside and waits eagerly for the explosion.
“I can't stand to watch. So many good memories. So much profit…” Sassy says, looking at the burning bulding.
"This is the end!" Oktavi says.
Mikzi watches the place burn like she's been dreaming of this for years.
"Ashes to ashes…dust to perfectly legal profits." Wikkit prays.
The Claims Adjuster seems to appear right beside them. Oktavi attempts to hide the Gasbot controls with a lascivious pose, leaning against the machine.
Mikzi moves next to Octavi to help hide the controls.
“Another faulty electrical-gas-flammable bed-fireworks accident today?! Seriously?!” The Claims Adjuster sighs. “This is nothing. You should see Bilgewater Port… the whole thing is going up in flames!”
"What an unfortunate incident," Mikzi says.
"Wait…the port?" Wikkit grimaces nervously.
Jixxi stares at the fires of HQ for a long moment.
"Eh, boats are fine, they're in the water," he shrugs. "Water doesn't mix with fire, y'know?"
“Fine, fine. I don't have time to inspect this place. Here's the moolah from the Bilgewater Cartel's insurance policy.” He begins to run off. “I've got to find a way off the island! Good luck!”
Jixxi jumps. "Right okay, but we got to be in the boats on the water!"
"You an' me both, buddy," Mikzi grumbles.
"Thank you so very much, sir!" Oktavi waves goodbye at him.
"Blessed fortunes, brother!" Wikkit waves.
Sassy squeals with excitement. “We've got all the moolah that we need. There's only one thing left to do now: get you to the Trade Prince's yacht. It's about to leave port!”
"Well, let's book it then!" says Mikzi.
“We're gonna have to hurry. Hop in, 'cause I'm driving this time!” Sassy plays with her keys. “Just let me know when you're ready to go, but don’t take too long! We need to get everyone there. The Trade Prince's yacht is about to set sail.”
Sassy is a, well, crazy… driver. She sprints down the highway, but the Kaja'Cola balloon is in the way! No goblin knows how to drive, clearly. “We'll have to go around,” she says, before shouting. “OUT OF THE WAY!”
Mikzi cheers every time she manages not to hit something. She seems to enjoy the chaos.
Dodging the balloon, Sassy deftly runs over anyone in her path to get to Gallywix's yacht. She jumps the hot rod onto the deck and spins it to a stop, realizing the situation… “Here we are, safe and… OH NO! We've been double-crossed!”
“You mother…” Oktavi begins, seeing that they’re surrounded by Gallywix’s men on the ship, and their friends are in chains.
Everyone on the ship is enchained and cowering in fear besides the mooks, Candy Cane, Chip Endale, and Gallywix.
“We’re through, Mikzi,” Candy says.
“Yeah, it’s just me and Candy, now,” Chip adds.
"We're what?"
Mikzi looks MURDEROUS.
“We don’t need a third, we’ve got Gallywix, now! Ah!” Candy says, clearly the brain of this operation.
"No! I didn't see that backstabbing coming at all!" Jixxi whines.
"You three-timin' rotten lousy… you're gonna pay for this," Mikzi says direly.
"I knew we couldn't trust Candy and Chip…" Oktavi grits her teeth.
"Woe unto the faithless and the cheap!" Wikkit scolds.
Mikzi fumes quietly. She is clearly more enraged than heartbroken.
“KTC! What an unexpected surprise. Helloooo, suckers!” The Trade Prince rubs his hands together.
"Ugh," Jixxi snarls. "It's like all the money we got means nothing."
"Well now that I don't have to be nice, I'd like you to know yer both idiots," Mikzi says to her fresh exes.
Chip points his finger at Mikzi. "No, you!" Candy bursts out laughing.
“Congratulations, you just made it. I see that you've brought me all that I asked for, including your hot rod.” The Trade Prince flashes an evil grin.
Mikzi's eyeroll is positively tectonic.
“A bazillion macaroons couldn't have been easy to come by. I'm now the wealthiest, most powerful, goblin on all of Azeroth!” Gallywix stands tall in his machine. “TOO BAD FOR YOU THAT I'M CHANGING THE TERMS OF OUR DEAL!”
Jixxi would be so setting things on fire right now, if it weren't for all the mooks with weapons surrounding them.
"We're shocked, shocked," says Mikzi.
Wikkit frowns in disapproval. "This will not end well for you, Gallywix! Those who believe in nothing receive exactly that!"
"May all your balance sheets be red," Jixxi says in a low, venomous voice.
"What, High Priestess? What did you say?" Gallywix places a hand around his ear. "I couldn't hear a thing over me receiving EVERYTHING!"
"!%$@ you," Oktavi simply adds to Jixxi's insult.
"The Glittering Light will always reveal the truth in its golden glow! Just you wait." Wikkit scowls.
“That’s enough! You're now my slaves. Get below deck and take a turn shoveling coal. Next stop, Azshara!” The Trade Prince’s eyes shine in delight. “Muahahahahahahahaha!”
Jixxi scowls.
Following cinematic:
https://youtu.be/mHPzgFl5Pgk?si=58f9FPrQ4tO6dSd4