Setting: A Bob Kiwi & Company staff meeting.
Bob: So, you swear there will be no cross-dressing?
Iiwi: And I'll be able to fly?
Lita: And I'll have more lines?
Jennies: She promises.
Squeaks: I refuse to be turned into stone again.
Sign Holder: I would appreciate being an actual character in this fanfic.
Jennies: Not an issue.
Iiwi: And I will kill Ferdie if he turns out to be my father.
Jennies: Duly noted.
Ferdie: I want magic to protect myself! And no body switching.
Jennies: Yeah, yeah. Geez, you guys are picky.
Drake: I will not be HIS partner this time!
Jennies: It wasn't that bad. You just need a good sense of humor.
Beak: I don't understand. Why are you putting us through this again?
Ferdia: I really don't care what happens, just so long as I get to blow stuff up.
D'Gal: I'll help.
Drake: You both stay away from me.
Ivan: I'm keeping my lawyer on speed dial.
Jennies: Guys! I promise, you will not be able to complain about anything in this story. Now, get out there and make me proud!
There was only a slight amount of grumbling as they exited the room, leaving the Jennies alone. But not for long, as a black clad figure slipped out of the shadows and sat down next to her.
Death: DID YOU TELL THEM THAT MOST OF THEM WOULD BE SUFFERING FROM AMNESIA?
Jennies: Nope. Why spoil the surprise?
On with the show!