*Weird Al, Dr. Piccolo, and Reggie are outside of a plane, about to board. Weird Al gives a briefcase to Dr. Piccolo.*
He wasn’t alone.
They are not my friends…
Don’t worry, no charge for them.
They were trying to grab the crown. They work for the mercenary. The masked man…
——*The plane is mid-air. The three hooded men kneel on the ground in front of Weird Al.*
The flight plan I just filed with the studio lists me, my band, and Dr. Piccolo here. But only one of you!
Or perhaps he’s wonderin’ why someone would shoot a man before throwin’ him out of this here plane.
It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is our size.
No one cared who I was until I put on th’ mask…
It would be extremely painful.
Of course! Dr. Piccolo refused our offah in favor of yours. We had ta find out what he told ya.
Nothing! I leaked nothing!
Crashin’ this plane…
With no survivoooooooö̸̢͈̜̖̜̯̤͆͂̆̉͗̿͑͐͗̋̅̑͠ͅo̴̙͈͇͚̔̒͐̏̽̃̔̂̃͋̚̚͜͝͝ó̷̯̺̻͚̖̘̿͂̊̋͗͂̄̓̓͠͝͝͝ơ̸̢̨̧̘͖̼̬̦̯̠̲͍͒̀͋͌͂̉̓͗̕̕͠ô̴̧̨̬͍̝̭̝̰̖̼̪͆͂̏͛̋̀͜͝ỏ̷̯͔̜̥̈̋͊̽͛́̅̽͆̽̊̀͘ǫ̶̳͖̞̥͠o̵̧̙̭̬̻̜͈̹̺̖͇̼͎͒͋̓ö̵̭́̂̐̋̈o̴̢̮̼̬̗͕̲̼͙̹̠̱͛̈́̏̌̈́̊̌̏͑õ̴̠̂̉͒̾̈́̅̀̇͘͘
…well, you seem to be in fine shape, but…wait what?!?! What the fuck?!
Oh no, that was the plane scene again, wasn’t it…
Hey! What the hell are you doing here? This is a private appointment!
… Sorry… I’ll go…
DOCTAH! Open up this door! That pasta is screwin’ with my head! I was gonna crash a plane and ovathrow the government and get away with it! You need to make it come back!
Alright, I’ve had enough. The office is closed for the rest of today. OUT!