In the ruins of Mount Fear, Lord Fear and his seneschal, Lissard, were surveying via the magic scrying pool if there was anything of value in Fear's former home.
"Dragon's Breath!" Fear yelled impatiently. "I'd forgotten just how irritating this pool is to use! OK, there's the old armoury, we can salvage some weapons for the Goblins there, but the rest of this place is a total loss!"
"Lordness..." Lissard consoled. "While this fortness is no longer appropriate for your greatness, it could conceivably be used to store troops for a suprise attack on the Powers That Be in the future."
Fear considered this. "Hmmm...They didn't leave much of this place standing when they brought that Red Dragon crashing down on my head. Still, not too shabby an idea, my old newt. A few Goblin reserves stationed here...Treguard would never expect that!" Fear waved his hands over the pool. There was a pause, and he did it again with an annoyed grunt. "Stupid useless pool. We'll have to...ah! Finally, the Goblin Pens. OK, I'll get Raptor to bring over some of these - What the...?!?"
Two tiny figures had suddenly jumped onto the edge of the pool. The shorter figure was holding what looked like a mechanical fan.
"Lordness? It appears to be some sort of vermin..."
"I can see that!"
The figure holding the device bristled. "We are not vermin! We are here to take control of you and your resources, and use them to conquer the world!"
Fear snorted. "You? You're like a pair of Pixies, but without any of the things that make them even remotely dangerous! I'd like to see you try!"
"Then I'll grant you that wish!" The short figure activated the device. Waves of glowing light eminated from the fan into the eyes of Fear and Lissard. A vacant look entered the eyes of both of the Opposition members.
"Yes!" cried the shorter figure. "Now they are under my control!"
"Yipee!" yelled the taller figure, leaping and dancing and inadvertantly knocking the device out of his friend's hands. The waves hit Fear's shiny helmet and bounced back at the two small figures. Their expressions went blank. Fear shook his head to wake himself up, and accidentally knocked the intruders into the pool. The water snapped them out of the trance, but it also dumped them into the place the pool had been displaying - the Goblin Pens. From outside the pens, you could hear a duet of terrified screams, and then what appeared to be two tiny shooting stars shoot out from the pens down to the ground some distance away. The figures took a few minutes to gather themselves, dragged themselves to their feet, and got stepped on by a passing troll. Finally, they got painfully back up. The shorter figure groaned.
"Well, that was a disaster. So close too. Well, I guess it's back home again."
"Back home?" the taller figure said. "Can't we stay a while and buy some postcards and sticks of rock?"
"No. We have to prepare for tommorrow night."
"Why? What are we doing tommorrow night?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky." said the Brain. "Try to take over the world!"