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// Chapter 35: Heart of Tin 
// Story: The Magical Quest Starring Mickey Mouse: The Equestrian Adventure 
// by wingdingaling 
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Chapter 35

Heart of Tin


A merry tune was whistled in the halls of the ruins. For the rotted wood and dilapidated stone that made up the structures, everything seemed to sing along with the simple melody that rang through the halls.
Splashing was heard, as the steps of the whistler practically skipped across the crooked floor.
From around the corner, the mad doctor appeared, fresh from her latest excursion in the bowels of the ruins. She had gone down there in the foulest of moods, having encountered setback after setback during her work. What she expected to find was one of the many malfunctioning machines in her lair. What she found instead was the key to success.
The amoeba cradled Caru’s mechanical heart in her hands. There was the key to fixing her faulty machine, and to completing her experiments. Even with the broken clockwork and generators, the simple cylinder in her rubbery hands was more than enough to power everything she needed. Once it was modified, of course.
In mere moments, the stolen magic of the kingdom’s creatures was going to be remade into her master’s. And with Yen Sid’s magic permeating the land, nothing would be beyond his control.
Of course, there was always the possibility of the mouse and her friends teaching others to use it as they did, in a way that nobody, not even Yen Sid, could steal or control. But, as they were now, the amoeba was sure that the mouse would be put under her control, and the others were chewed up into dog food.
However, she realized then that not one of the theows behind her was dragging Minnie along, while the others feasted on what was left of her friends. Thus far, the mouse and her friends had proven to be frustratingly hard to eliminate, and would surely put up a fight against the corrupted theows. In the likely event that the mouse and the others escaped, a constituency plan was needed.
The doctor’s sunny smile shrank to a devious smirk. She had much work to do. And she would succeed. Even if the mouse and her friends surely interloped again.



Minnie stood protectively before her friends, brandishing a wrench and a mallet at the approaching theows.
Every one of her enemies had a look of pure, murderous intent in their eyes. Never before had the mouse seen a canine creature look so vicious.
Taffy stood before Spike and Pluto, keeping her eyes ever turned toward the theows she once called her friends.
Spike noticed the tinker’s glance dashing to Caru’s lifeless body, which laid on the floor nearby. He knew she was formulating a plan to collect her mechanical daughter.
“Spike,” the dragon heard Taffy say, “Pryd dw i symud, chi a ti'n ci rhedeg am y drws.”
Spike swallowed when heard Taffy speak. Clearly, she was telling him something important, but he could not understand what. Until he saw her glance to the nearest door.
Minnie glanced at the others, and saw Taffy instructing her friends from the corner of her eye.
“Rhedeg am y drws. Pryd dw i symud,” Taffy repeated, as she glanced emphatically to the door.
The dragon and hound dog both saw Taffy slightly lower herself and tense her muscles. It was then that they understood what they were being instructed.
Minnie held tightly to her tools, and returned her eyes to the encroaching theows. She too noticed Caru lying lifelessly on the floor. Even though she hardly knew Taffy, she could read full well the expression of motherly concern on the tinker’s face. Whatever was going to happen next, she hoped she would be able to both protect Taffy and help the others escape.
She eyed the room around herself, and analyzed what could be used to her improvisational advantage. The long table and rotting chairs would be of little use to her, but it was all that was readily available.
Pike bared his fangs and growled quietly as he and the other corrupted theows closed in. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, which seemed to ripple to all of the other theows around him.
That was it. As though some silent signal were given, everyone moved at once.
Quick as her hooves could carry her, Taffy jolted toward Caru.
Pike charged at Taffy, his mouth open and aimed at the tinker’s throat.
There was hardly any time for Minnie to react when one of the theows attacked.
Pluto shifted his entire weight as he ran, to quickly throw Spike onto his back as the dragon took hold of his collar.
The butcher leapt for them.
Before Spike even landed on his back, Pluto threw the little dragon into the air, over the butcher’s head. The hound dog himself tumbled end over end beneath the theow’s attack.
Taffy was hardly three steps forward, as Pike’s fangs closed in on her neck.
Minnie crossed her tools before herself, blocking the sharp hooves and fangs of her attacker. She pushed the theow away, and jumped to a nearby chair to dodge the next attacker.
Placing one foot on the seat of the chair, and one foot on the back, Minnie shifted her weight and walked the whole furniture to the path of Pike’s attack.
The delivery theow crashed into the brittle wooden chair, breaking it apart under the force of his attack.
Taffy was struck in the face by the broken wood, and fell over as Minnie was thrown over her head.
Pluto had rolled to his paws, and quickly positioned himself to catch Minnie on his back.
The mouse landed on the hound dog’s back, and caught Spike as he fell through the air.
Taffy shook the pain from her head and continued to run for Caru.
Minnie struck the long table before her with her hammer, and sent a ripple through it, which knocked away the theows near it.
The nearest exit was blocked by a group of theows, who herded Minnie, Spike and Pluto away from their escape.
Without stopping, Taffy picked up Caru’s lifeless shell of a body in her mouth, and ran away just as her tail narrowly avoided being bitten off.
The tinker ran to regroup with the others, who met her partway before they were backed against a wall by their attackers.
All four frantically looked for a way past them, but none was readily found.
Spike first looked to Taffy, then to the other theows. He had already figured out a way past them. It was the execution that was the tricky part.
“There’s something controlling them,” Spike said to Minnie.
“What?” Minnie asked.
“There’s something in their ears controlling what they do. If we can get it out, they’ll be back to normal.”
Pluto nodded, having seen it for himself with Taffy earlier.
Minnie looked to the snarling theows before her. In their ears, she thought she could see just the tip of something translucent. The very same protoplasm that had been dogging them since they arrived in the village.
What Spike was saying was easier said than done. But, after what she had seen, Minnie was ready to end the evil of the mad doctor who had taken over the village.
One of the theows growled loudly.
“Okay. What do we do?” Minnie asked, as she held her tools at the ready.
Spike’s eyes darted around the room. He had gotten this far by improvising just about everything, and he was not about to stop.
The chairs, the table, the rafters, the candelabras, the chandelier. All around, the dragon saw potential ways to escape their situation. He would just need the time and the cooperation of the others to execute it all.
“We get these theows pinned,” the Spike said, as he took hold of Caru’s leg, and gently unhooked it from her body, “And pray to Celestia they don’t get a chance to eat us.”
Pluto’s eyes went wide when he felt Spike grab his tail. After so many times suffering the young dragon’s fiery breath, he was now wary of Spike standing behind him.
The green flames flew from the dragon’s mouth, and ignited the very tip of the hound dog’s tail.
“BOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!” Pluto shouted, as he shot forward toward the theows.
Spike held tightly to Pluto’s tail, as the theows were knocked aside like bowling pins. When the dragon was in the thick of his enemies, he let go of the hound dog and landed on a fallen theow.
Taking Caru’s disembodied leg, Spike placed the tin cloven hoof in his opponent’s ear. A spring-loaded mechanism made the hoof’s two parts spread, then pinch closed on the plasm within the theow’s ear.
The florist lunged at Spike, ready to end him.
Minnie kicked a chair in the path of the theow, and held it in place with her foot.
The florist crashed into the chair, and broke through the back, snapping at Minnie’s ankle.
The mouse just felt the teeth of her opponent, before she knocked the chair away with her hammer.
Keeping her momentum going, Minnie rolled over Taffy’s back, and slammed her hammer onto a broken chair.
The chair compressed beneath the tool, and suddenly rearranged itself into a wooden barricade, which stopped Pike from attacking the tinker again.
Minnie noticed Spike, as the butcher lunged for him. Before she could move, Pluto tackled Spike out of the way.
The dragon held tightly to Caru’s leg, and pulled out the blob of plasm as he was knocked away.
The plasm slipped from Caru’s disembodied hoof, but was done away with one powerful flame before it even hit the ground.
Spike held tightly to Pluto’s face, as the hound dog dodged back and forth between the diving theows. Between their sharp teeth and sharp hooves, one false step would mean injury for the hound dog.
The dragon was suddenly bumped onto Pluto’s back, as a theow’s head impacted the hound dog’s side.
Spike reached Caru’s leg out, and used it to hook onto a standing candelabrum. The dragon spun upward on the spiral groove of the candelabrum, until he reached the very top.
As the candle holder wobbled forward, Spike shifted his weight at the top, and blew his flames to light the candles.
The butcher ran to maul Spike as he fell.
Before hitting the ground Spike pulled a candle from its sconce and jumped to allow the candelabrum drop onto the butcher’s face.
The butcher had no time to shake himself free, as Spike landed on his back, and applied the tiny flame of the candle to his ear.
The dragon held tightly as the butcher bucked wildly, until the plasm in his ear started leaking out.
Taking hold of it in his claws, Spike yanked it out and was sent sprawling to the floor as the butcher fell over.
The dragon did not even stop rolling, before he flamed the plasm into oblivion.
Minnie swung her hammer like a croquet mallet, and sent a chair sliding over to Spike.
Spike rolled to his feet, jumped to the seat of the moving chair, then onto the surface of the long table.
Pluto ran beneath the table from his theow pursuer, and came out from beneath just in time to catch Spike on his back.
The hound dog ran as high as he could up a wall, before Spike jumped from his back to the low-hanging rafters.
A broken beam offered a handhold for the dragon to grab onto.
“AAAAUUUGH!!!!” Spike shouted, when he felt an incredible pain in his tail.
The surge of pain was just what he needed to haul himself up, along with Pluto, who had jumped from the wall, and clasped his teeth around his dragon companion’s tail.
Spike swung himself and Pluto both up to the top of the beam. When the hound dog’s four paws landed on the wooden surface, he tossed the dragon onto his back, and kept running, just as their pursuer clambered up to continue the chase.
Pluto’s paws clattered over the wooden beam, ever staying just ahead of the theow behind them.
Ever observant, Spike’s eyes caught sight of a pulley and a rope. One look, and Spike knew it was attached to the chandelier he had seen earlier.
The theow behind them was growing closer.
Spike waited until the last possible second, as Pluto ran nearer the pulley.
The theow lunged forward.
There was no time left. Spike leapt from Pluto’s back, and intercepted their attacker. Both dragon and theow dropped from the rafters, toward the chandelier below.
Spike’s smaller size allowed him to pass right through. The theow with him became stuck fast in the decoration.
Suspended in the air, Spike wrestled against the struggling theow, keeping his best away from his snapping teeth.
With no way to restrain his opponent’s head, the dragon struggled to get a grip on the plasm in the theow’s ear.
He had just pinched the plasm in Caru’s tin hoof when he was shaken loose.
The plasm stretched itself lower, but remained stuck in its host’s ear.
On the nearby wall, Pluto saw the winch to lower the chandelier, and jumped from the rafters to operate it.
Paws on the wall and the lever in his teeth, the hound dog started rapidly lowering and raising the chandelier.
The shaking motion helped Spike yank the plasm loose, just before the theow host was dropped from above. A quick burst of fire, and the plasm was done away with.
Minnie was thrown against the table where Spike had landed, and used her wrench to parry the jaws of the theow attacking her. Her hand was barely grazed by the hoof of the theow, and she rolled away just as the other hoof dug deep into the wooden table, just narrowly missing Spike, as the dragon was pulled away by Taffy.
Taffy jumped back, just as she was nicked by a slashing hoof.
Minnie pulled the attacking theow away, and swung her hammer just hard enough to stun her attacker.
Taffy quickly removed the hammer from the tin leg Spike held, and smacked it against Minnie’s hammer.
The plasm flew out the theow’s opposite ear, and splattered against the nearest wall.
Minnie’s foot shot out, and squashed the plasm with the sole of her heavy boot.
The florist attacked again.
Minnie pivoted on the ball of her foot she had planted on the wall, and was only grazed by the fangs of her attacker.
The mouse fell on her back, and was pulled from harm’s way by Taffy, as the florist tried slicing her with her hooves.
Pluto bucked a chair Minnie’s way, allowing the mouse to roll so that her feet were planted on the wobbly furniture.
Taffy pounced on the florist who was targeting Minnie, and pinned her to the ground.
Spike tossed the tinker Caru’s leg, who caught it in her teeth and set to removing the plasm from the florist’s ear.
Shifting her weight atop the chair, Minnie deftly wobbled back and forth to stave off the two savage theows from her friends.
With each attack, the theows destroyed more and more of Minnie’s chair. One bite took off one leg. Another took off the next.
Minnie soon found herself balancing her chair on one leg.
The theows closed in around her.
Taffy struggled to keep her opponent from escaping her pin before she was finished.
The mouse jumped about as if she were on a pogo stick, threatening to stomp the theow’s heads and hooves with her one remaining chair leg.
The florist bucked her head, and knocked Caru’s leg from Taffy’s grip. Once the tool was lost, the two theows began wrestling across the floor, trying to pin one another.
Spike and Pluto wobbled Minnie’s one-legged chair back and forth, allowing the mouse to deftly (if not clumsily) fight off the approaching attackers.
Caru’s leg rolled to Spike’s feet.
Minnie gasped when she started to fall over toward her attacker’s fangs.
Spike quickly replaced Minnie’s chair’s missing legs with himself, Pluto and Caru’s leg.
The restored balance allowed Minnie to dodge an attack, jump from her chair, and get one theow into a headlock, where she removed the plasm from the theow’s ear with a pair of pliers from her belt.
The loud, snarling growls of Taffy and the florist were heard, as the two wrestled nearby.
The tinker was pinned by her opponent.
“Taffy!” Minnie called, as she threw her pliers.
Taffy reached her head back to catch the pliers in her teeth.
The florist lunged for the tinker’s exposed neck.
In one lightning quick movement, Taffy stuck the pliers in her opponent’s ear, and clasped them tightly on the plasm there.
The two theows continued to roll and wrestle, until Taffy finally pushed herself away, and pulled the plasm with her. In an instant, her sharp hooves stomped the globules within the plasm into nothingness.
There was no time to celebrate the victory, when Minnie was suddenly pounced on from behind.
Rolling to a stop, the mouse felt her shoulder was clasped tightly in the jaws of the last corrupted theow, as she was carried from the room.
Unable to reach her attacker’s ear, Minnie took her wrench and pinched it onto his nose.
The theow growled loudly and released Minnie, sending the mouse to the floor. She was helped to her feet by Taffy, who they, Spike and Pluto turned to see their attacker.
Standing between them all, Pike growled ferociously, and eyed his opponents.
Extracting the plasm from the other theows had not been easy, but Pike was sure to be the most difficult of them all. While he was only inches taller than the others of his kind, his burly, muscular build added an imposing bulk that imposed over all before him.
Before any of them could blink, the delivery theow lunged for Minnie.
Spike jumped onto Pike’s back, and tried to climb toward his ear.
Pluto rushed over, and chomped his jaws onto Pike’s leg.
Taffy tried to tackle Pike to the floor, only to be struck by his head.
The large theow shook Pluto from his leg, and kicked him away.
Spike held tightly to his opponent’s back, as Pike bucked around.
The delivery theow heaved his full weight against the nearby table, and broke it apart under Spike’s back.
With a savage growl, Pike started rolling around in the broken pieces of wood. The only thing sparing Spike from the sharp splinters were his naturally thick scales.
With one last buck, Pike threw the dragon from his back, and charged to maul him.
Minnie, Pluto and Taffy all tried to stop Pike as he ran, but were easily knocked aside.
Spike suddenly found himself caught on Pike’s face, and tried reaching for the plasm in his ear, as he was snapped at and shaken about.
Pluto saw an opportunity in Pike’s swishing tail, and took it. Dashing forward with his jaws open, the hound dog chomped hard onto the delivery theow’s tail.
Pike growled loudly, and swung Pluto around, knocking back Minnie and Taffy with the hound dog.
Pluto’s paws caught onto the lever that lowered the chandelier, and held fast even as the device was slowly broken from the wall.
Tools in hand, Minnie and Taffy both rushed forward to extract the plasm from Pike’s ear.
Both jumped on Pike, hoping to pin him, but merely slowed down his savage thrashing.
Spike held fast to the theow’s face, and managed to clinch his jaws shut. But only just barely. With every swing of his head, Spike could feel Pike’s jaws open, and could feel his teeth brush against his scales.
Minnie tried her best to hold Pike steady, while Taffy took Caru’s leg once more to remove the mind-controlling substance. The mouse was constantly thrown about, while the tinker was repeatedly knocked aside.
Pluto strained to keep his grip on both Pike and the winch. One slip from either, and he knew the burly theow would run wild once more. His forehead began to sweat when he felt another bolt pulled loose from the wall.
Minnie threw her wrench to catch the loose bolts and tighten them against the wall, but they were soon pulled loose again.
It seemed even with the combined strength of the four, Pike was too much for them to handle.
Something happened that none of them had expected. The butcher suddenly rushed in and leapt on top of Pike. Following him was the florist, and then every other one of the theows who had been freed of the amoeba’s control.
Pike violently wobbled back and forth, trying to throw off the weight of every creature in the room.
Taffy took Caru’s leg, and jabbed it toward Pike’s ear.
With a massive growl, Pike shook his entire body, and threw every creature on himself away as if he were shaking water from his fur.
In the burst of chaos, Taffy let go of Caru’s leg again, and lost it in the confusion.
Everyone: Minnie, Spike, Pluto and all of the theows looked up, and saw Pike standing still. His shoulders heaved gently with his ragged breathing, and his hair stood on end. Slowly, his predatory eyes crossed the room, until they rested upon Taffy.
The tinker’s ears folded to her skull, and her head lowered as Pike bored his stare into her.
“Pike?” Taffy cautiously asked.
<“It’s okay. It’s me,”> Pike said.
Minnie watched as Pike walked toward Taffy, and put her hand on her tool belt to draw her hacksaw.
“Wait,” Spike interjected.
Minnie looked, and watched as the young dragon took Caru’s errant leg in his claws, and blew the plasm caught on the end away with a burst of flame.
Pluto exhaled long and loud, and let his head drop to the stone floor. After the day was done, he was going to need a serious rest.
As Pike walked to Taffy, he stopped to pick up Caru in his teeth. Once he reached the tinker, he gently placed the doll on the floor.
<“Here. Even without her heart, Caru should be with her mother. Where’s the rest of her?”> Pike said.
Taffy looked, and saw Pike meant the doll’s missing leg.
Without even being called, Spike trotted over, and offered the missing leg to Taffy.
<“Thank you, Spike,”> Taffy said, as she took the leg, and reattached it to her mechanical daughter.
<“How do we get out of here?”> the butcher asked.
<“I don’t know. But, where there’s an electric current passing overhead, we must follow where it’s coming from. That should lead you all to the surface,”> Taffy answered.
<“Then, I say we hoof it there. Before that monster gets us all again,”> one other theow said.
There was no arguing with that logic. While there were still other theows besides them who had been corrupted by the doctor’s power, the ones who had their will restored were going to make good their escape from their home.
While some of the theows started moving, others stayed behind, as if they were all waiting to make sure each of them was truly restored.
Minnie watched each one of the theow’s. But her eyes soon set upon Taffy.
Taffy clutched Caru’s lifeless body in her trembling hooves, and glanced warily toward the opposite door, where the doctor had left with Caru’s heart.
<“We need to go get Caru,”> the tinker heard Pike’s gravelly voice say.
Taffy said nothing, but looked up from the ground at Pike standing over her, before he helped her up. Once she was on her hooves, she found her voice.
<“No. Pike, I can’t let you come with me,”> the tinker said.
<“Caru is precious to all of us,”> Pike said. His gaze shifted to the florist and the butcher. <“Ffion and Aranau were her friends when they were pups. And they still are, even after they grew up, and Caru stayed the same. She’s helped me break up the monotony between hauling loads of metal. Even those circus clowns over there have taken a liking to her,”> Pike said, nodding over to Minnie, Pluto and Spike. <And most of all, she’s helped you stay a mother long after your family broke apart.”>
Taffy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had never imagined Pike, of all the theows in the world, to say anything kind or uplifting. But, for all the times she had caught Pike throwing a ball for Caru to catch, or racing the doll around the village, she always felt there was something inside of him that almost made him seem like a theow.
Before Caru, her husband had been everything she hated about Pike: a short-tempered, gruff, unsociable grouch. How she ever had a pup with her husband, she never knew. But, on the day when sickness took her daughter, Pike was there among the mourners in place of her husband, who had decided life would be easier without a wife and pup.
Alone and without a family, Taffy cloistered herself in her workshop, idly crafting one mechanical toy after the other. It was when she happened upon her daughter’s favorite toy that she decided to make something truly wonderful. A doll that would be able to play with the toy on its own. But, why stop there? She would make a doll who could play with the other pups in the village.
Days, weeks, months were spent trying to create the perfect doll. In the end, she succeeded. All of the theows took immediately to the mechanical pup, who would not only walk and talk, but play and converse. Eventually, Taffy took the doll on as her own daughter, and happily raised her as such ever since.
It was then that she started seeing everything that she loved about Caru in Pike, who she had never once seen smile at another theow. With Caru, he seemed almost a pup himself. Something Caru needed when all of her friends grew up without her.
<“Pike,”> Taffy began, <“I need you to go with the others.”>
<“No,”> Pike simply said. <“Caru needs us both.”>
<“Exactly. If anything should happen to me, I need you to be there for her. Help the others to the surface, and escape the village. Do it for the both of us. Please,”> the tinker beseeched.
Pike glanced down when he felt Taffy’s hoof rest atop his own. He would not argue with her, for he knew she was right.
<“Okay. I’ll keep the others safe. But, I’m expecting you to meet us on the road to the next village. Even if the others keep going, I’ll wait for you there,”> Pike said, before he sauntered toward the door.
Minnie, Spike and Pluto all flinched when the delivery theow stopped to talk to them.
<“I’m counting on you freaks to look after Taffy and Caru. If anything happens to either one of them, I’ll know who to blame. Now, get moving,”> Pike said.
Even though they didn’t understand him, his message was clear: go with Taffy to rescue Caru.
After the other theows left, Minnie, Spike and Pluto slowly approached Taffy.
No words were exchanged, as Minnie placed a reassuring hand on the tinker’s shoulder, while Spike gently folded up Caru’s legs and placed her into his backpack, allowing only her head to peer out. Inside his pack, Spike found something else he knew would help.
The red coat Caru had been wearing when Spike first found her was still folded up inside his backpack. Taking it out, he gave it to Pluto to get a scent of the doll.
The hound dog sniffed deeply into the fabric of the coat, and took in every scent from the strongest metallic smell, to the faintest hint of grease.
Next, he put his nose to Caru’s head, and took in the scents from there.
Turning his nose to the air, Pluto could smell the water and the mildew on the cold stone walls and floor. But, between the two sources, the hound dog could pick out only the slightest trace of metal, along with a faint smell of the plasm.
Keeping his nose from the contaminated floor, Pluto started leading the others toward the exit the doctor had taken, and down the hall, hoping his instincts would not fail him. For Caru’s sake, they couldn’t.



In the laboratory, the merry tune was heard whistling somewhere beyond its doors. As if to hum along, a slow, steady electrical current coursed through the machine in tune with the improvised song.
The machine rumbled briefly, making the various glass flasks and vials rattle like a percussion section.
A bubbling liquid over a burner started gurgling and spurting, joining in with the choir of diabolical devices.
The doors burst open, and the doctor was greeted by the harmonious tune of her equipment.
“Good news!” the doctor musically called, as she skipped into the room. “I just found what’s going to make us all jump right to the final step in our projects! The last piece of the puzzle! The key to the kingdom!”
As the amoeba giggled giddily over her find, the machine sputtered an electrical current.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t worry about a thing. Your hard work is over. All we need now is a few minor tweaks and adjustments, and we’re in business!” the doctor said, as she spun Caru’s mechanical heart on her finger.
In one terrifying moment, the core fell from her finger, and plummeted toward the floor.
“EEP!!” the doctor shouted, before she dropped her entire body to the floor, and caught the vital element.
Everything was fine. So long as there was no more unnecessary horseplay with the new part. Slowly, she stood up from the floor, and examined the core in her hands.
The circuitry of the core was unlike any she had ever seen. The complex craftsmanship and the intricate design was the work of a master. One probably on par, or greater than herself. As though whoever had created it had put everything of themselves into their own work.
“A heart within a heart...Interesting,” the amoeba said, as she studied Caru’s core.
The possibilities for how she would manipulate such a thing was endless. After recreating it in Yen Sid’s image, she would mass produce them and surgically implant them to all living creatures in the world. But, why stop there?
She could very well create more hearts of her own design, and produce those. What would she do? Create a living, breathing, obedient machine console? Change the opinions of her dissenters? Perform a mitosis, and implant her double with the heart of the perfect boyfriend?
The doctor’s membrane tingled with delight beneath her containment suit. But, in order for any of her crazed dreams to come true, she would have to get to work. First, she would need to take care of any potential intruders.
Gathering as many tools as she possibly could, the mad amoeba set to working on the first step to a darker future for the kingdom.