The whistles blow and the klaxons blare as the escapees join the mob and start out at a crazed sprint.
"I'm pretty sure this is totally illegal!" Scout Minion accuses with a wide gaze.
"Shut up Scout," Super Maniac Minion spits back, his running form both hilarious and weirdly effective.
The group reaches the outside of the tower, and there he is— the infamous Corrective Administrator Minion.
He adjusts the brim of his officer's hat as he oversees the group running out to meet him.
"I thought I might find you all here," he says with a calm tone, his hands confidently drawn behind his back like a superior, pretentious commander. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"We're gonna stick it to those clueless holiday nerds and make the greatest, scariest, deadliest holiday of all!" Super Maniac Minion shouts with an enthused glare.
Corrective Administrator Minion looks over the group, including Scout Minion, and smirks. "No, in fact you're all going to come with me to processing, and I'll see you all to your rooms."
"N-no!" shouts one escapee.
"We're not doing anything wrong!" shouts another.
"The rooms aren't even circular!" another screams with violent indignation.
"Do or die time, Scout. Get this paper-pushing weenie-bitch!" Super Maniac Minion commands with an encouraging point.
Scout stares Corrective Administrator Minion square in the face, and she doesn't see anyone other than Chaos.
"No."
"Wh-" The mob of minions jolts in surprise alongside Super Maniac Minion. "What are you saying?!"
"This is wrong," she turns for the space gate. "See ya."
"Y-you can't go! You'd be depriving The Head Maniac of the greatest holiday ever!"
"Not if it means breaking crimmies out of prison, dude. See you freaks later." That's the last thing she says before reaching the space gate and heading off to elsewhere in Towerne.
Super Maniac Minion scoffs, shrugs, and finally looses a confident, if shaken, "Heh!" "Who needs that dumb nerd anyway?"
"We do! Hell we gonna do against Corrective Administrator Minion?!" Shouts one of the criminions.
"Pffft, don't worry, guys! It's just one of him. What's he gonna d-"
Super Maniac Minion stops himself, seeing an extra pissed-looking Prison Guard Minion emerge from the hallway into the tower.
Some among the group begin to scream and dash about in horror, some burying themselves in the sandy swampwater mix.
"We're doomed!"
"Don't hurt us!"
"Why do you guys hate the holidays so much?" screech a trio of the terrified underlings.
Corrective Administrator Minion steps forward with Prison Guard Minion coming in at the other side. "I don't hate the holidays, but I do hate criminals that use them as an excuse. Do you not appreciate Seneca?"
"No!"
"He's boring!"
"He doesn't even have a degree!" Resound three of the minions.
With a click and a decisive *thwip*, Corrective Administrator Minion draws his baton. "That simply goes to say you have much to learn from him, now line up!"
Amidst the panic, Super Maniac Minion turns to the two minions that, past Scout Minion, he knows can get them out of this bind.
"Hey, Geometric Stuff."
Polygonal Shape Enthusiast Minion glances over. "What do you ne-"
"Pretty sure Circle Guy's binds aren't geometrical."
They both look over to Circle Enthusiast Minion's chains, and then look back at one another with nigh-theological gazes. "Yes, I agree. However simply because it is not geometrical does not warrant its dislike. It may be objectively inferior to the symmetrical glory of the geometri-"
"Also, they hate octagons."
"What."
In an instant, Polygonal Shape Enthusiast Minion, straining along with Circular Shape Enthusiast Minion, tears open the shackles with a rending, powerful snap.
Super Maniac Minion looks at the two with a smug grin. "Hey dudes."
"Yes?"
"Ci-circles— I mean, yes?" the two respond.
He reaches down into the dirt and starts packing down a ball of wet sand. "Did you hear that Corrective Administrator Minion hates shapes in general?"
"No, I was not awa-"
"He hates… c-c-circlies?!"
Super Maniac Minion tosses the spherical ball of sand at Corrective Administrator Minion who, with nary a blink, slices his baton through the projectile, obliterating it into particles.
Circular Shape Enthusiast Minion screeches with primal fury as he rushes his little body forward for the kill. He lunges forward to the prison warden, biting at his heels with the strength of a hundred bears.
Polygonal Shape Enthusiast Minion just shrugs. "I don't see why this would concern me. It's not really as though-"
"The ball was made out of sand," Super Maniac Minion notes.
"Yes, and why would that be pertina-"
"Sand grains are geometric shapes."
"…My god, and that… lunatic just smashed into them, perhaps separating them into even finer grains… some of which might not…" he seethes in confused disbelief, "-might not be geometric!"
Like a bolt, he slams brutally into Corrective Administrator Minion, and with their uneasy alliance forged in pure hatred revealed, the two shape enthusiasts make concerningly-short work of Corrective Administrator and Prison Guard Minions, thought of by most to be among The Overlord's strongest.
Super Maniac Minion just laughs, always pleased at how easily-manipulated the two shape enthusiast minions are.
"We did it!" Shouts one minion that actually didn't do anything.
"We're saved!" Exclaims another that literally just had her head in the sand two seconds ago.
An uproarious cheer meets the dimensional heroes, rising up above the white-splattered unconscious bodies of the two orderly minions.
"Their shapes… have been scraped," Polygonal Shape Enthusiast Minion says in a grim tone, standing beside his no-sided counterpart, who is convulsing on the ground in delirious excitement.
"Hell yeah!" Super Maniac Minion shouts, raising a victorious black fist into the air. "Now back to the hideout. We're about to make holiday history!"
He leads the charge back to the space gate, his retinue of festive lunatics dashing on with feverish anticipation.
III: The Spooky Few
"This is a disaster!" Holiday Minion cries, crunched up and holding his head down by his antler antennae. "If His Great Festiveness thinks it was my idea to let out the Meanion Gang, it'll be me in Mintuanamo with them!"
"Probably way worse, dude," Scout Minion adds with a shrug. "He'd probably take ya' straight to the Minion Wa-"
Scout Minion's simultaneously shoved by Bird-Feeding Minion as Holiday Minion lets out a shriek.
"No, please! You're lying!"
Scout scoffs. "Well, he's done it for smaller things is all I'm sayi-"
"I'm doomed! Absolutely doo-" his voice is muffled, pushing his face into his little knees.
"Hey now," Bird-Feeding Minion says with a light smile. "I think he'll understand. We just need to explain it to hi-"
"Does that really work?" Worry Minion asks with his usual bland, critical tone— so typical of him even when he was a human. "Like, isn't the other thing he's known for being, besides powerful, is… well, crazy?"
"Forgetful," Bird-Feeding Minion corrects with a gentle tone but a stern gaze. "Be careful how you talk about him, dear."
Worry Minion crosses his arms. "Right, sure. That said, it's still a risk to bring it up with… oh." Looking over the treeline, he notices a certain someone approaching.
"What?" Bird-Feeding Minion asks, just as Scout Minion's antennae flick straight up in realization.
"Poppi!"