As the door to the dungeon creaked open, I couldn't help remembering what had happened in:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!
Tell Me That I'll Open My Eyes! Part 41!
I Wanna Know! Have You Ever Seen The Brain? Part 42!
Enemy and Irony! Part 43!
I Ain't Sayin' he a Gravedigger! Part 44!
Prisoner of Society (Redux)! Part 45!

And I came to the realisation that for the first time in over seven seconds I had only one story to tell, and that was who was behind the door. But little did I realise, I wasn't the only one in peril, and all across the world, the Rebellion's plan was failing horribly...

***

"How's he doing?" Dyslexic Peet asked.

"Still dead" Doc rolled her eyes. "But then again, Newbie's been a corpse since you met him so I'd probably let you know if anything changed"

"Wow, that's a bit harsh" Nanananana Pacman said. "We don't know what kind of crazy stuff we're into"

"Quiet" Perminator suddenly ordered from the window. "I think someone's coming"

"Well, how do you know it isn't just someone walking home from work?" Desert Dessert said.

"Well, she's carrying a gun"

Menace, Desert Dessert, Nanananana Pacman, Dyslexic Peet, Doc and GT stopped what they were doing, which was basically sitting around doing nothing and rushed to the window, looking down to the streets two floors below.

"I don't see anyone" Menace said. "Are you sure you didn't imagine her?"

"Uh, my legs are broken, not my eyes" Perminator said defensively.

"Okay, where'd she go then?"

"I dunno"

The group suddenly heard footsteps echoing up the steps.

"Oh crap" Nanananana Pacman said. "Quick, hide"

"What sort of group of rebels hide when enemies come?" Doc asked.

"Uh, the cowardly sort"

"Yeah, but... hey, the footsteps stopped" Perminator said.

"Are you sure?" Menace said.

"My legs are broken, not my ears"

"Well, where is she?" Desert Dessert asked.

"Maybe we're being paranoid" Dyslexic Peet shrugged.

"Do you smell smoke?" Nanananana Pacman asked.

And that's when Doc's house, the Rebellion base, burst into flames.

***

Across town, at the library, Alana was trying to research information on anything to do with the weird things the Rebellion had encountered, but she was too confused and gave up, and started to play a computer game, which she hoped would jog her memory.

This wasn't working either, so she logged off the internet and walked out of the library, preparing to go back to the base with a failed mission. Alana was concerned about the end of the world of course, along with the worrying factors of backstabbing leprechauns, evil twins and a magical Pail written with a capital for some reason, but the fact that she couldn't remember anything was more distressing. Especially since she was attracted to someone that was apparently her brother. And speaking of the devil, the guy she knew as Micky was walking towards her.

"Micky, hey, how'd the mission go?" she called out as they ran into each other.

"Uh, fine" he replied. "I was just coming to collect you. There's been a change in plans, I have to take you someplace else"

"Oh, did Kemp screw something else up?"

"No, this is bigger than you think. Here, take this pill, I'll explain later" And after drugging and kidnapping Alana, Jimbo was back on track and ready for the big plan to commence.

***

Slappy Bag was a few towns over, sitting in the getaway car and wondering what was taking the rest of the group so long to get the hell out of the Society's lair. He checked his watch again, and rolled his eyes at the disorganisation of the plan. He considered leaving the Ute, and heading to the mansion, but didn't want to screw up the plan.

Suddenly there was a knock on the driver's side door, and startled, Slappy Bag looked out the window to see a cop. He rolled down the window.

"What's up, officer?"

"Did you know you're illegally parked?" the cop asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm waiting for some friends"

"Really? Are they having a party up at the mansion?"

"Sort of" Slappy Bag shrugged.

"So why aren't you parked up there?"

"Oh, the guy there doesn't like me, so they agreed to walk the two blocks down here. Wait, how did you know they were in the mansion?"

"Oh, well, what's the opposite of straight?"

"You're a gay cop? What does that have to do with anything?" Slappy Bag was slow.

"No" the cop whacked Slappy Bag over the head with a rainbow coloured baton. "I'm crooked" And with that, the cop pulled Slappy Bag out of the car, and put him in the boot of his police car. He then placed a bomb underneath the pedal of the Ute and drove off.

***

A few blocks down the road, inside the Society mansion, Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister, her sister and her snake were busy spying on a revealing argument.

"Because I didn't realise this was an evil organisation when I became an electrician for you guys" Lyght said.

"Yeah, but whose fault is that?" Alex asked. "It's just a coincidence that your ex-lover is our number one enemy"

"Geez, who hasn't Micky done?" Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister whispered.

"Shh" Her sister hissed back.

"Sss" Her snake just hissed.

"Well, am I allowed to quit?" Lyght asked.

"I wish it was that easy. Trust me, your inability to screw in a lightbulb hardly makes you a valuable employee. But you know too much"

"I don't know anything" Lyght pointed out.

"No argument here" Shrimp chimed in.

"Aaagh!" Alex said. "Geez, how long have you been here Shrimp?"

"Uh, since lunchtime, I've been standing right here the whole time"

"Well, the desk was blocking you so I couldn't spot you. You need to grow a metre or two, dude"

"I'll leave you two with it" Lyght said and rushed out of the room.

"What do you want?" Alex asked.

"Oh, well as you know, we leprechauns have a seventh sense, and-"

"You're not getting a raise" Alex said shortly.

"Well, I know my seventh sense told me that. And so did Stikky. But anyway, I just thought you might want to know that there's a couple of rebellion chicks hiding behind your curtains"

"O'oh" Super Sexy Spy Specialist said.

"Shh" her sister said.

"Sss" her snake hissed, just before the curtains were ripped open and the three were captured by the Society.

***

A long way from home, the three musketeers, Tyrannosaurus Sex, Corn Cobbler and Dr Kickass, arrived in Mexico and finally arrived at the resort that GT's invention had pointed to. Corn Cobbler pushed open room 666 and they prepared to meet Jimbo.

Unfortunately, Jimbo wasn't home. However, they did see their former leader, Poolmeister, sitting in a rocking chair and talking into a phone. He immediately hung up.

"Hey guys, long time no see" Poolmeister grinned.

"You backstabbing bastard" Tyrannosaurus Sex slapped him.

"Look guys, if you were in my position, you'd do the exact same thing"

"What, betray the cause and start working with the enemy?"

"Hey, the enemy was the Society that was trying to rule the world. I quit and joined Jimbo-"

"Who's trying to destroy it" Dr Kickass said. "You realise if the world dies, you die too?"

"It's not that black and white" Poolmeister reasoned. "Besides, the Pail is-"

"Right, the Pail" Corn Cobbler remembered. "How exactly are you planning on using it? We heard it's some sort of weapon"

"You're kidding, right?" Poolmeister realised they weren't. "Wow, looks like I picked the right team if this is how slow your detective work is"

"What are you talking about?" Dr Kickass asked.

"The Pail isn't a weapon. It's the weapon. The Society is going to do everything. They're oblivious to the whole thing"

"What whole thing?"

"We're sending information to a Society member called WhizKid, who thinks he's reworking the Pail into some mass mind control device. But come New Years Eve, when the countdown commences, the Pail is going to blow the world to kingdom come"

"The Pail's the bomb" Corn Cobbler realised.

"Well, duh, it's the biggest Pail in the world, it has plenty of dangerous powers, it doesn't take a moron to realise that it's the only thing in the world strong enough to destroy a planet"

"We're screwed" Tyrannosaurus Sex summarised.

***

So all the Rebellion members were in the middle of failing their missions, none more so than me, Kemp and Mr Potato Head who were staring at the open doorway of the dungeon at the leader of the Society, my father, cloakless, Stikky. But he wasn't the one I was staring at. For right next to him was someone I never thought I'd see again. Standing next to Stikky, fighting on the side of the Society was Mac.

And now comes the midseason break. It may be hell but wait two months and the rest of season 2 will be very worthwhile. Or maybe it won't, it's all a matter of opinion. Stay tuned.

As Alex and a few guards dragged me, Mr Potato Head and Kemp through corridors and down flights of stairs inside the Society base, I wondered what we could have done to deserve this. Then I realised that was a stupid question, given everything that we had done in:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!
Tell Me That I'll Open My Eyes! Part 41!
I Wanna Know! Have You Ever Seen The Brain? Part 42!
Enemy and Irony! Part 43!
I Ain't Sayin' he a Gravedigger! Part 44!

Anyway, the stairs seemed to go on forever, and it wasn't until we reached a steel door and were thrown in a dark room that I realised the Society were going by 15th century punishments and the three of us were locked in a dungeon.

"Well, that idea backfired" Mr Potato Head said.

"Ya think?" Kemp rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I do" Mr Potato Head clearly wasn't as used to sarcasm as the rest of the world.

"Okay, we need a way out of here" I said.

"Great, we'll just crash open the door, knock out all the security guys and escape through one of the windows" Mr Potato Head clearly knew as much sarcasm as the rest of the world.

"Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation" I said. "But we've gotten out of worse before. Me and Alana managed to escape from a Society cell months ago.

"Yeah, but we don't have leprechauns to help us this time" Kemp pointed out.

"And we can't call the base because there's no reception down here" Mr Potato Head checked his phone before shoving it back in his pocket.

"Okay, look around, there's bound to be some secret exit somewhere around here" I suggested.

"There isn't" A new voice said from a few metres away. It was hard to make the person out in the darkness but I immediately recognised the voice.

"You again?" Kemp rolled his eyes. "What are you doing down here?"

"He probably accidentally locked himself in" I pointed out.

"Hey, give me more credit than that" Joe was agitated.

"So why are you down here?"

"Well, I found out that the people that hired me are like this cult that's trying to rule the world"

"And you're a cop" I pointed out. "It only took you six months to figure that out, huh?"

"Well, it is record time for me solving a case, but when I confronted Alex about it, they threw me down here"

"Why didn't they just kill you?" Mr Potato Head asked. "Wait, why didn't they just kill us? They seem fine with offing everyone else"
"I'm guessing they have orders of wanting me alive" I guessed. "As for Joe, I'm guessing he annoyed them so much that they figured killing him wasn't enough of payback, and torturing him was more fun"

"Well, if they want us alive, then I'm guessing someone will be down eventually to fetch you" Kemp finally had a logical point. "So we need a way of using this to our advantage so that we can make our escape"

"How about we just knock down the guards and run off?" Mr Potato Head suggested.

"Yeah right, did you see how many stairs we'd have to run up to get to the ground floor" I pointed out. "They'd catch us before we get ten steps up"

"Well, let's search the dungeon for any weapons" Kemp was unusually in control, but it worked for me, since I was no good at making decisions.

"I told you there's nothing down here" Joe repeated.

"Yeah, but we don't exactly think that your sleuthing is words to go by" I said.

"Well, I did only check one wall before I gave up" Joe realised. "Still, I think you guys are wasting your time"

"Why?" I asked, and then realised that Joe, one of the key players in our Mexican standoff months earlier, would know more about the Society's plans than Newbie, the corpse at our base who had wiped my memory what seemed like a lifetime ago, ever would. Of course this was a big assumption, given that Joe didn't seem the type to memorise details or even notice that the people he was working for were trying to rule the world. All the same, the three of us stopped looking around the dungeon and waited for a response from Joe. After a minute, I said "Well?"

"Oh, you were talking to me?" Joe realised. "Well, they call themselves the Society and go by codenames. I just assumed everyone liked using nicknames around here, but I never would have guessed that my co-workers were going around killing people and getting money to use on the weapon"

"The weapon?" I waited, and this time Joe figured out I was talking to him in half a minute.

"Well, I don't know much about it, but apparently there's some secret partner who's helping Stikky - that's the boss - alter this thing called the Holy Pail. Now I don't know what it is-"

"It's that giant pail that's been in the castle yards since you moved here" I told him.

"Oh, I was wondering what that was for. Anyway, I overheard Stikky on the phone once, after he'd told me to get the constable's authority to enter the White House for a tour or something, and he was talking about using the Pail as some device to control people's minds. Then I saw a fax that had technical directions or something, and Stikky told me to take it down to Whiz Kid so that he could use it to change the PNA of the Pail. I said 'what pail?' and he said 'oh, yeah, you don't know about it, never mind'." Anyway, I started to get suspicious a few days later when I saw this midget guy called Shrimp talking about some Leprechaun Legacy. I thought he was just talking crazy, because this is the same little dude we saw trying to have sex with a doll. We used to say "throw another Shrimp on the barbie" but then something was apparently lost in translation because this other guy-"

"Uh, Joe, get to the point" I said, but it was too late. Joe's digression had wasted too much time, and I wasn't going to stick around to wait for another door to open after this one just to hear Joe continue telling his story.

Anyway, there were a bunch of creaks and sounds of locks as the door started to swing open.

Mr Potato Head, Kemp and I braced ourselves as we got ready to wing it and try to escape. But there was no way we could escape, because who we saw before us stopped us dead in our tracks.

Of course I could tell you who it was right now, but I feel like screwing with you and leaving you in suspense over the break. Stay tuned for the final episode before the mid-season break next week, as the suspense builds and builds until you realise that this is just a blog that comes around every Saturday, and the only person it really affects is me, and trust me, I'm screwed.

Of course as easy as the decision was to make, after all that had occurred in:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!
Tell Me That I'll Open My Eyes! Part 41!
I Wanna Know! Have You Ever Seen The Brain? Part 42!
Enemy and Irony! Part 43!

Stealing a giant pail isn't as simple as one may think. So we unanimously decided to just wing it, and take it as it came.

Super Sexy Spy Specialist, her sister, and their snake were going to gather more information, with their spying skills, at the castle base which we now knew as their base. I suggested leaving the snake at Doc's, but Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister was overprotective of Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister's Snake, and it could be used as a good distraction if we needed it. We had no idea if the Society knew about Brain's demise yet, but Mr Potato Head volunteered as grave digger to hide the body so he was to accompany me, Kemp and Slappy Bag to the Pail area outside. We had immediately rejected Menace's suggestion of cremating Brain, because the smoke would alert any guards immediately, and stealth was our main advantage.

Doc was to stay at our base, given that it was her house, and we didn't want our doctor to be in the crossfire that may occur, because dead people can't heal others. She was to stay with Newbie's dead body, with Dyslexic Peet, Desert Dessert, Menace, and Nanananana Pacman to guard her, while GT stayed there to work on altering the dimension warping thing into a teleporter.

Perminator was obviously in a wheelchair, so he was going to be lookout for our base, in case anyone had found us. As for Tyrannosaurus Sex, Corn Cobbler and Dr Kickass, they were our three musketeers, because they were in charge of tracking our other problem, Jimbo, using some sort of invention GT had made by taking my blood sample and adding an evil gene or something, and then pouring it into a little chip and, well, I don't really know how it works, but apparently it does, so that's all that matters. Which brings us to the final Rebellion member of Alana. Since she has no memory of the group, and doesn't have the same enthusiasm of taking down the Society, we were reluctant to have her do anything productive, given that she doesn't even know her name. However, we did know that she wanted to remember who she was, and I could relate, given that a little while ago, that was my only care, until I stumbled into the mess my father had created. Anyway, her aim was to go in to town and research any paranormal things we've come into contact with, leprechauns, witches, evil twins, maybe even the Holy Pail if that had been leaked into wikipedia yet. At the same time she could look up any ways of rejuvenating memory. We weren't going to kill some witch just so that she could know that I'm her brother, not her crush, though I can't say I haven't been in that situation before.

Anyway, while I was randomly recalling what our plans were, me, Kemp, Slappy Bag and Mr Potato Head had arrived a few blocks from the castle. The car we'd "borrowed" was one we found with the keys in the ignition, just outside a bank, down the street from Doc's house. But in essence, we did the guy a favour, since the parking meter was about to run out so we saved him a hundred dollar fine. Anyway, it would have been a little suspicious if we just drove into the Society driveway and asked to look around, or go undercover as door-to-door salesman, to which Slappy Bag half-jokingly said the Society would hate more than the Rebellion crashing their doors down, so instead we parked further away so we could hide our getaway car. In case we needed a quick getaway, we agreed that Slappy Bag could stay in the car as driver. Well, all of us agreed except Slappy Bag who complained that he never could go on one of our adventures. Mr Potato Head offered to swap with him, but Slappy Bag was allergic to corpses according to his quick decline.

Anyway, the two Super Sexy Spy Specialist sisters and their snake also hopped out of the back (there wasn't much room, so they'd ridden in the boot), and we parted ways, as the sisters went towards the castle, which they planned to get in to from the top (with help from a few trees or preferably a conveniently placed ladder) and Kemp, Mr Potato Head and I headed down another street so we could approach the yard from the back, in case Brain's death had been alerted in the few days I'd slept through, which was more than likely.

Anyway, you can imagine our surprise when we got close enough to see that next to the giant Pail, which Mr Potato Head was especially impressed with, given that he was the only one of the three of us who had not seen it before, was Brain's lifeless body, the sword still sticking out from her heart.

"Wow" I said, "I guess the Society really doesn't notice when they haven't seen a staff member in days"

"Well, they don't exactly seem like a caring bunch" Kemp said, "But maybe it's a trap"

"Come on, they can't think we're stupid enough to return to the scene of the crime" I said, then realised that was practically what we'd been doing all year. Either way, I wasn't about to abandon the plan, so I examined the scene. "Well, everything's as I left it" I noted. "Except the lawn's been mowed, but I doubt their gardener is paid for finding bodies, so he probably ignored it"

"Either that or the Society hired a blind gardener so he wouldn't see the Pail. Or maybe it's a robot!" Kemp got excited.

"Wait, never mind" I realised, "The lawn hasn't been mowed, my eyes just haven't adjusted to the dark. Let's go in"

So the three of us climbed over the back fence, to which Mr Potato Head instantly complained "We should have brought a shovel" but began clawing at the ground anyway, beginning to dig a grave for the dead umption, who was giving off a bad smell by this time.

"Excuse me" Kemp said, "I fart when I'm nervous"

"Didn't need to know that" I said.

"Neither did the first girl I ever asked out" Kemp pointed out, "but luckily I've gotten more confident at rejection now" So Kemp and I studied the Pail closely for any possible way to transport it, or at least some way of getting it to use one of its powers. GT was currently trying to make a handheld teleporter so we could get around easier, but it could also be a way of teleporting the Pail the hell out of there. Unfortunately, the so called Inventigator said it may take weeks until she could do that, and the world was scheduled to end in ten days according to my vision. On a side note Christmas is only four days away and I was excited at what the gang may have gotten me. But this wasn't the time or the place to think about that, so I focused on the Pail. It was of course invincible, though I knew there was a small weakness at the top of the Pail, however bringing in a crane to try and push through the metal and pull it up might be a bit suspicious to the Society, and it would be stopped before the crane even reached the castle, which was only slightly bigger than the Holy Pail itself. Besides, where we'd get a huge crane I have no idea, and Kemp's dirty joke about this failed to cheer me up, though he did get a high-5 from Mr Potato Head. The way the Pail had spat out bullets and swords, I had no doubt that we would be unable to move it from the inside, and Kemp's suggestion of tying a rope around the handle and towing it via a monster truck was ridiculous since the Pail didn't have any wheels.

We continued working in silence, and trying different techniques to see the Pail in action, and while we closely inspected the thing, we came up with different theories on what the Society was going to use it for, or whether Jimbo knew about it. After a few hours, Mr Potato Head finally sighed in relief, and said "Okay, I think the grave is big enough. That was hard work. Little help, guys?" So I helped Mr Potato Head lift Brain's corpse and placed it in the hole, and we quickly covered the hole back up.

"I'd like to say a few words" I said. "I've never killed anybody before, unless you count Pix, but he basically sealed his own fate since he set off the bomb"

"Amen" Kemp concluded.

"I wasn't finished" I snapped, and continued. "It was an accident, but I had to kill Brain eventually anyway. It was her or me. I just never thought I'd be capable of murder, even if it was self defence. I'm not proud of what I did, but I'd do it again if it helped protect the cause we're fighting for"

"Which is?" Mr Potato Head enquired.

"Saving the world, idiot" I said, rolling my eyes, and realising this was the most inappropriate eulogy ever, so I stopped talking. Not because I was ashamed, but because the Holy Pail had just started glowing, illuminating the yard. As soon as it had started, it stopped, and without warning (unless you count the Pail's cryptic warning) a hand shot out of the ground, and suddenly Brain had pulled herself out of the ground, as healthy as ever. She charged towards me.

"Micky, catch!" Kemp found a shovel leaning against the castle and threw it at me. I caught it and whacked Brain repeatedly in the head, long after the first blow had killed her.

"Okay, that murder may have been a little less accidental" I said.

But Mr Potato Head had bigger troubles. "There was a shovel here the whole time?" he raised his voice.

"Be quiet!" Kemp hissed.

"Relax, if there was anyone in the castle, I'm pretty sure the Pail glowing would have woken them up"

"He has a point" Kemp agreed, which was the first time he'd forfeited an argument so quickly.

"I don't think they saw it" I reasoned.

"I do" another voice said.

I turned in the direction of the voice and to my dismay saw Alex standing there, holding us at gunpoint. I reached in to my pocket to grab the Dove I was so used to using, but then remembered I had given it to Dr Kickass because I assumed their mission was more dangerous.

"Run!" I suggested, but a warning shot stopped us in our tracks, mainly because it was coming from inside the castle.

So the three of us were willingly captured by the Society, and I had a bad feeling that we weren't the only ones that were screwed.

As I dreamt about all that had happened in:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!
Tell Me That I'll Open My Eyes! Part 41!
I Wanna Know! Have You Ever Seen The Brain? Part 42!

I writhed in pain, despite the double dosage of morphine Doc had given me days ago. But I quickly awoke when the sound of gunfire filled the room.

I leapt to my feet in fear, and looked around, but all the Rebellion members were acting casual. At some point in time, someone had moved me to the couch and clothed me, and I saw that Kemp and Slappy bag were standing next to the flat screen TV where an action movie with guns was playing loudly.

"See, that's how the surround sound system works. Pretty cool, huh?" Slappy Bag was saying.

"Yeah" Kemp said. "Hey, Micky, you're up. So are you ready to tell us what happened?"

So I did. The rest of the Rebellion members gathered around as I told them about what I had overheard in the meeting, how I'd had a vision, and the fight to the death with Brain, and how the taxi driver was reluctant to drive me since I was naked and bloody. The Rebellion sat in silence as I told the story, while Doc examined me, and Alana sat with a confused look on her face, and then it was my turn. "So what happened while I was gone?"

"Well," Kemp said, "It all started when you flew away to fight that lion and to spy on that castle. A few minutes after you left, Jimbo rocked up, pretending to be you. I quickly deduced that he wasn't you, but I was too late, and he shot Alana. We all thought she was dead, but it turned out he shot her with the same gun that Newbie guy shot you with, so she just had her memory wiped. But Jimbo left as soon as he did that, and I don't know why, because he could have easily killed us all, or done one of those evil speeches revealing what his plans are. But apparently, as you say, he's just going to destroy the world in a few weeks. Anyway, we filled Alana in on what we know of her life, and all the problems that are going on in the world, and what we're fighting for. She doesn't technically believe us, but we have enough proof to keep her interested. Anyway, after we filled her in on all that we knew, we started wondering why you were taking so long, so we decided to have a few drinks to brainstorm what we should do. After having a few drinks, we were having fun and forgot all about you until you barged in here, clothes-less and bleeding. Anyway, the past few days you've been sleeping, so we've come up with a few options on how to go about on our next mission. Any questions?"

I was about to ask "what mission?" but was beaten to it by Alana who said, "Yeah, what's this?" She pulled something out of her pocket. It looked sort of like a detonator, but more advanced, like a technology that the Society would make.

"Maybe Jimbo placed it on you while you were fighting?" I suggested.

"No, they didn't get close enough for him to have that opportunity" Perminator calculated.

"So Alana's been holding out on us this whole time?" Dr Kickass was sceptical.

"Give me that" GT snatched the device from Alana's grasp and studied it. "Unbelievable" She said a few hours later.

"Huh?" I looked up from the pool table, where me and Kemp were playing, while the rest of the group were also doing their own thing while GT was taking her time.

"This appears to be a multi-dimensional transporter. This thing can actually take a person from one dimension to another. I just don't know how Alana managed to get a hold of it. Only a bright mind could have made it so that rules all of us out"

"Wait a minute" I remembered a conversation I had with Alana months ago, while I still had no memory, but was locked in a Society prison cell with my sister. We had been separated while crossing a rainbow, I had met Mac in a witch cavern, and Alana had managed to be warped into a 2D world, where she met some guy named Steve, who helped her escape using some weird device. I deduced that this weird device was what GT was holding, so I explained all of what had happened during my memory loss, to both help Alana realise it is possible to regain memory, and live well without it if you don't, and to make sure that if any of the Rebellion members knew anything that could be connected to this past, they could help the mission.

"Alright, we didn't ask for your life story" Menace rolled his eyes. "But this thing can take us to another dimension? I don't buy it"

"Me neither" I said. "But it happened anyway, so we have a few choices. It's illegal to travel between dimensions, especially in the second dimension, because the flat cop cars can arrest you in an instant when they can trace where a... whatever GT called it... is used. But then again, we've broken plenty of laws already. What's one more? But apparently there's also some risk of landing in another dimension altogether. Also, there doesn't seem to be any link between the Society and the second dimension, so I don't think there's any point using it. Agreed?"

The group mumbled there agreement until Desert Dessert pointed out, "Hey, where's GT gone?"

"I'm right here" GT said, from where she had been standing half an hour before, but hadn't been a few minutes ago. And next to her, crumpled on the floor, was the man that had put me in this mess to begin with, Newbie. "Okay, so I used the device while you weren't looking, but I found Steve. Maybe he can help"

"I doubt it" Doc said.

"How do you know he's a Society member?" I asked.

"I didn't know that" she replied. "But I know a corpse when I see one"

I remembered that in Mac's cauldron, it had showed Newbie shooting me, and assuming I was dead, when in fact it was a memory deletion ray or something. Then it showed Alex punishing him by shooting him dead. But moments after he died, Newbie apparently disappeared, since the device he pushed before he was shot took a minute to transport him. That device must have been the inter-dimensional one, so when he was in 2D form in the new world, he was back to life. Then Alana must have later run into him, assumed he was an ally giving his help, and graciously accepting his device to leave the 2D place. Then I realised that Newbie actually did help her leave, and she must have mentioned me, and he wanted to get revenge on the Society that killed him by sending her back. So the bullet wound in his head, which was now covered by a bandaid, was deep and killed him in our world, but in whatever the hell the 2D place was it couldn't be deep, given that everything is flat, including the people, which Alana had mentioned made it hard to walk. But now that he had been brought back here, by GT, who clearly acted before she thought, he was well and truly dead.

I had a decision to make. Newbie had erased my memory, and had been killed by the Society for doing so. I knew the Holy Pail had resurrecting powers, though I don't know how it works, so I could either keep my enemy dead, or revive him and hope that he becomes our ally, since he'd have information on the Society that we wouldn't know of. Then again, he could try and go after me again, in which case we'd have to rekill him.

Either way, there was a corpse in the room, and I had to make a decision fast. We had to steal the Pail back from the Society eventually to have a chance of winning this war, and now seemed as good a time as any since I'd already crossed the line and killed Brain, evening the score, given that they killed Mac, who I'd much rather revive than Newbie, had her witch body not vanished from the scene after her death.

It was a conundrum, so after kicking the dead Newbie a few times to get the rage at seeing him out of my system, I turned to the rebellion, and said.

"We have a new mission. To hell with the Jack and Jill method. Let's go steal us a Pail!"

With three more parts before the mid-season break, how much trouble will Micky and the rest of the Rebellion get into? There's only one way to find out. Read the next three parts, which will be released at the usual time of Saturday afternoon over the next three weeks, starting with Part 44: I ain't sayin' he's a grave digger!

After what just happened in the unrealistic events of:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!
Tell Me That I'll Open My Eyes! Part 41!

I was evidently convinced that I was dead, like most free falls from the air, to land on a giant pail handle before falling the extra few metres to land on the pail lid, while my head lay dangerously close to the edge, all in the form of a hawk would cause. If only life were so simple.

I opened my eyes, what must have been hours later, judging by the darkness surrounding the grounds, and at first the words "the Pail with all its powers that none of you stupid humans can begin to interpret, its invincibility, resurrection..." echoed through my head in the voice of the recently deceased leprechaun, but I quickly realised that if the Pail had somehow brought me back to life, then the pain wouldn't be so excruciating and that hawks must be structurally stronger than humans. Of course the question remained, how would I get off the Pail and get safely back to the base if half my limbs were broken and the ability to fly would likely have gone, what with me landing wing first on the fall down, and it too being irreparable. Then I noticed that during the fall, the Dove had fallen from the clutch of my claw and had fallen on the centre of the Pail lid, though still where I could see it.

Assuming this was my only hope, I pushed myself towards the Dove, which took a considerably long time, considering the Pail was incredibly large, and my frail bird body was incredibly small.

Still, I eventually reached the middle of the Pail, and grabbed the Dove triumphantly. My joy didn't last long however, because as soon as I reached the middle, I was suddenly thrown down the metal through an invisible hole and fell down towards the bottom, which I couldn't see in the dark. I braced myself for landing but it never came. Instead, I was suddenly spat out, through the side of the Pail (another imaginary hole) and landed on the grass outside. The bright side was, that despite the scary drop, I was healed, and didn't feel any pain. Unfortunately, I was still in hawk mode, and had landed at the feet of a lion.

Now most lions eat birds. Actually I have no evidence of this so do not use this as a source if your doing an essay on lions, or birds, or the food chain, or umptions, or whatever the hell they're teaching in schools these days. Anyway, this lion, much like me, was an umption, a shape shifter for those who don't know the lingo of crazy twists. Brain was also good at combat, and could willingly change between lion and woman, though with the shaved head, woman is a bit of a stretch. However, since humans generally don't eat birds, even if they are guarding a giant Holy Pail and haven't eaten in twenty minutes, I thought I was safe. However, Brain had noticed me, as a hawk suddenly drop out of the sky, and get thrown out of the Pail, and despite being ignorant, I'm fairly certain she'd realise something wasn't normal about this. Which is why I was willing myself to turn back into regular Micky.

Brain growled as she pawed at me. I pushed myself into the air, but she swatted me around like a... something that gets swatted a lot. Sorry for not coming up with the obvious metaphor of a fly, but I'm a little preoccupied with trying to survive here.

"Who are you?" Brain asked, as she pounced on me, and was so close to my face that I could see her yellow teeth.

"Why I'm a helper hawk, sent here to relieve you of your duties of guarding" I crossed my long nails, which is more difficult than it is for people.

"Really?" Brain had a mixed voice of eagerness and suspicion.

"Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm Micky, and I'm here to bring you guys down" I had no idea why I said that, but then I remembered what happened in the HORS with Alex, and how he had somehow used the power of the Pail to force us to tell the truth. So somehow the Pail could do this without the vessel of Alex, but obviously couldn't be used long distance, so the Society somehow managed to use this power, so that Alex could control us in the basement, which didn't last long. Despite this revelation, I really didn't care, and was more focused on trying to cover this truth with a lie.

"Ah, so you've finally mastered your umption skills?" Brain asked.

"Obviously not, or I'd be back to human and be kicking your butt right about now"

"Yeah, I don't think many humans could face a lion either. Where's all that strength you had in our last fight? You know what, I don't care. I could finish you off right now"

I sighed. "Fine, go ahead" I struggled to pull my wings loose of Brain's paws, to no avail, and as Brain lifted one of hew paws to squash me once and for all, I winced, and suddenly felt myself growing, and losing feathers, throwing Brain off me as I did so. And like that I was human again. Unfortunately, I wasn't a clothed human, and blood was flowing from my arms where Brain had dug her claws into.

"Cold out?" Brain smirked. At least I thought she was smirking, it's hard to tell with felines.

"Nah, it's just that you don't exactly turn me on" I was going to continue this witty argument but was interrupted by the Pail whirring, and suddenly the Pail spat something else out its side, and I realised it was the Dove. I lunged for it and threw it into my neck before I hit the ground. I rolled as soon as I landed and turned to face Brain as the familiar burst of energy went through my body.

I tackled Brain, which I realised wasn't a wise thing to do while naked. Of course I didn't realise immediately, and through the awkward and coincidental placing of body parts, I accidentally committed my first and last incident of beastiality.

This took me by horrific surprise, and it was then that Brain took advantage of this, and turned back into a human, a clothed one, so that I wouldn't accidentally do that again. She then threw herself at me, serving me several punches and slaps, before I got a hold of myself and kicked her with my left leg in the same place my middle leg and got her only seconds before. She was thrown across the yard and skidded across the grass, before jumping back up and charging at me again. I got myself ready to block and hit, which would be easy, because even the best martial arts expert in the world would be no match for the Dove. But without warning, she pulled out a small pocket knife, pushed a button, and suddenly she was holding a samurai sword. I remembered that Yuumm was an expert weapons creator, and had even made the weapon that had wiped out my memory earlier that year, but once again, I didn't care, because a crazy, bald chick was swinging a sword above her head, and was about to finish me off.

Thinking quickly, I forced myself to jump forward and land on my heels, so that I fell on my back and tripped Brain. The sword flew out of her hands and embedded itself into the Pail. Of course being an invincible Pail, the sword was spat back out and came spinning towards me as I got up. I caught it just in time, blade first. I screamed as the blood seeped through my fingers and I angrily threw the sword away, so that we could go back to fighting fair. And by fair, I meant with me at the advantage, given my powerful gadget. Unfortunately, with all the injuries in my legs, arms, body, and head, my co-ordination was off, and I had accidentally thrown the sword right through Brain's heart.

She fell to the ground, and it didn't take a genius to realise that she was dead. I knew that only one of us would survive the fight, but I never imagined killing another human being. And if anything I would have at least assumed it was Alex or Stikky, or someone who had killed one of my friends, or even a politician. I realised this would certainly mean war, and I could care less because I was more preoccupied with limping the forty kilometres back to Doc's house.

I finally arrived and pulled myself up the stairs, as the sun started coming out.

"It's a new day" I said to myself. I may have cheated and taken a taxi the last 39 and a half kilometres, but I had made it park at the end of the block in case we were followed, and I was exhausted. "I'm sure today will be much better"

I opened the door, and despite being naked, bruised and bleeding, expected a warm greeting from the Rebellion. Most of them seemed scared of me, and the others were asleep.

Finally Kemp said "Are you Micky or Jimbo?"

"Um, Micky" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, thank God" Doc said, and rushed to my aid. It seemed to convince the rest of the room as well, who seemed more relieved.

"Okay, your injuries should heal, they don't seem too deep, though you may need a few stitches and you'll likely have internal bleeding" Doc continued her medical description as I wondered if something had happened here as well.

"Who's the hot guy?" When I realised who said this, I knew something had happened.

"That's your brother" Kemp explained to Alana.

"Are you sure? Because I'd love to get him alone"

I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, particularly since I was practically passing out, but knowing that Alana had now had her memory erased, and that the group had apparently met Jimbo, something told me that my vision may be coming true already and Jimbo may have plans for Alana as well as the end of the world at the end of the year. But I could care less, because while I was being bandaged up, and the guys were telling me to put some clothes on, and the girls were telling me to keep them off, I was far more worried about my physical pain than my emotional scarring.

And as Doc pumped me full of morphine, and Kemp poured me a glass of rum, I knew that Brain would not be the last Society member I'll have to kill, and my conscience was slowly slipping away, as was my consciousness. And with that I closed my eyes, and didn't open them until days later, when the sound of bullets awoke me.

This was neither the time nor place to recall what happened in:

Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
Hey Micky, Look What You're Doing to Me! Part 38!
Dove is in the Air! Part 39!
His Story 2! Part 40!

So I'll skip that and go straight to the distressing plot point where I, in the form of a hawk, suddenly went into an unconscious vision. This wouldn't be too bad except for the fact that I was up in the clouds at the time, and started falling down, back towards the mansion yard I had flown past earlier that afternoon. Of course, I didn't know how close to the ground I was because I'd unwillingly been shoved into the vision and I was now in human form, staring around a large room of computers, dials, electrical equipment, and... me?

"Okay, I've seen enough, let me out," I said hopefully, but of course it didn't work, and wouldn't until I found out part of the Society's master plan. Of course if I died from the fall while in the vision, then there'd be no way of warning anyone about the plan anyway, so the whole thing seemed pointless to me, and I was trying to find a way out, rather than paying attention to the scene unfolding. Of course, if I was going to die, I may as well see what we're going to lose against, so I changed my mind and stared at the other me, who was talking to a cloaked figure I instantly recognised as my father, or Stikky as he was known by the Society and Rebellion members. The sun was just starting to set in the window outside.

"This is insane," The other me, who I will refer to as Micky 2, despite the fact that he was the most literal form of me in the scene at this time since I was technically falling towards the ground, said.

"Oh, really?" Stikky said.

"Yeah, really," Micky 2 contributed to the conversation. You know it probably makes more sense to call him Future Micky, but it's too late to change now.

"And what exactly is insane about it?"

"The fact that it's crazy"

I rolled my eyes, this was clearly going around in circles, and I was very anxious to live so that I could experience this scene from Micky 2's perspective when I become him in a few weeks' time.

Micky 2 seemed to have an epiphany when he said, "You know, I'm getting this weird feeling of déjà vu"

"I don't care" Stikky said. It was then that it occurred to me that this was the epic showdown of the father and son confrontation. I mean we'd briefly had a small battle at the Holy Pail, which I'm ashamed to say I lost, but this argument was a long time coming, since I'm sure Dad hated me from trying to stop his plans for world domination as much as I hated him foiling my attempts to stop his plans for world domination. Anyway, this was only a short pondering because what happened next revealed something I never saw coming.

"Just think" Micky 2 instructed. "I know that's hard for you to do and everything but just think. Who's pulling the strings here? Who told you to do this?"

"I'm the leader of the Society, it was my idea"

"No, it wasn't. You want to rule the world, not destroy it"

"Who said anything about destroying it?"

"It's New Years Eve, and that countdown over there is going to destroy the world"

"Nothing's that powerful. And besides, I have a trusty informant who told me how this mind control device will work"

"Mind control device? How gullible are you? Jimbo has really screwed you up in the head. You know, more so"

"How do you know Jimbo?"

"That's a long story, but you've never seen him face to face. You don't know what he's capable of" When Micky 2 said this, a chill went up my spine. I mean I was used to all the threats, and the world being destroyed when New Years comes along in two weeks, and Stikky becoming more gullible and crazy didn't surprise me, but when Micky 2 mentioned Jimbo's capability, it seemed like he, or I, or whatever, was talking from experience, meaning something happened to someone I care about, or possibly Kemp.

"I know what he's capable of, he's been helping me for some weeks to perform the most tricky of tasks, and I consider him an ally, and the fact that you have something against him just proves my opinion of him"

"Tsk tsk" A voice came from the corner and I was shocked to see yet another me join the room. What the hell, man?

Micky 2 and Stikky turned their attention to, um, Micky 3 and gasped. "Oh crap" Micky 2 said.

"Who the hell are you?" Stikky asked.

"I'm your ally" I realised what was going on as "Micky 3" or Jimbo pulled out a gun and blasted Stikky across the room. "Trust is for the weak"

"Crap, I should have seen that coming" Micky 2 said, then slapped his forehead. "I did see that coming!" I made a mental note not to make the same mistake Micky 2 had, then I realised he had probably done the same when he saw the vision. Damn, that's confusing.

"Now" Jimbo said. "Time to get down to business"

"Why are you doing this?" Micky 2 asked.

Jimbo just shrugged. "It seems like a good idea, people annoy me"

I stared at the computer screen as the countdown started to beep and I realised the clock was down to one minute. There was darkness in the room, now that the sun had disappeared, and the only light was glowing from the computers.

"What did you do with Alana?" Micky 2 insisted.

"Don't worry, she's safe. Well, at least for the next 50 seconds"

Micky 2 suddenly shoved something into his neck and slammed forward, throwing Jimbo across the room.

I cheered despite the fact that nobody could see or hear me. Micky 2 rushed towards the computer and began looking for what it was connected to. He suddenly seemed to spot something and ran across the room. He suddenly stopped midsprint, and looked like he was dizzy or something.

"Oh crap, not now" Micky 2 said in dismay, and with that, he fell to the floor and realised he was having a vision. The countdown continued on the computer screen as I braced myself.

4...3...2...!

***

And with that I suddenly snapped out of the vision, just in time to land head first on the Pail, and everything went black.