A/N: Yep, I got bored, and thought I might try to flex my comedic muscle. The result: this.

Enjoy. I hope.

It was time for a meeting in Castle Bleck.

The first to appear was Count Bleck himself, flipping in with the Dark Prognosticus in tow.

Next was his right-hand minion, Nastasia the secretary.

Next, Dimentio teleported in, then Mimi showed up, and finally, late as usual, O'Chunks came out of nowhere.

Count Blecksmiled. "Is everybody here?...asked Count Bleck."

"Unless my math is incorrect..." Dimentio began, with his usual smile. "...then all of your loyal minions are present, my count."

Under his breath, he added. "...and myself."

Count Blecklaughed. "Excellent!...exclaimed Count Bleck! You know what time it is, don't you?"

Mimi cheered. "It's time for me to get a cell phone of my own, right?"

Count Bleck stammered. "Er, no, its..."

"Aye, is it time fer me to do some chunking?" O'Chunks guessed.

"No, Count Bleck says..."

"Hey, I like MY idea better! I mean, what if a hot guy decides to call me?" Mimi interrupted.

Nastasia held up her hand. "Um, yeah, if we could just all quite down..."

"Why would anyone call ya?" O'Chunks asked. "Ya never leave the castle, eh, unless its ter go smack around some annoyin' person fer the count, eh?"

"Um, could we just..."

"How DARE you...you...you...BIG DUMMY!"

"Yeah, K, lets all just calm down and..."

"Eh, I'm jus' sayin'."

CRACK! "Mimimimimi..."

"Oh, no, not..."

BLAST!

Before the heated argument could get out hand, there was a bright flash that distracted the squabbling minions.

"Ah ha ha ha... while I do enjoy watching you two fight like starving lions for a delicious steak, I believe our delightful count called us for a reason, which I believe is to read a new inscription in the Dark Prognosticus?"

Bleck smiled. "Bleh heh heh...Bleck! Thank you Dimentio! Now shall we get to business?"

While Bleck flipped through the pages of the Dark Prognosticus, Nastasiacast a suspicious eye over the magical jester.

"Yeah, Dimentio, you really seem unusually eager to partake in this meeting. Um, is there a reason why?"

Dimentio continued to smile. "Ah ha ha ha! Why Nastasia, I simply want to be a part of this little group. No reason to get all nosy about silly old me!"

"Bleck!" The count exclaimed. "I found it! The next entry in the Dark Prognosticus! Today, my minions, we shall find out the next step in our plot to destroy the universe!"

The count peered down at the page in dark tome, his eyes eagerly soaking up the book's dark secrets.

All of Bleck's minions leaned in close, excitedly awaiting to hear what they would do next in their eternal mission to build the perfect world from the ruins of the universe. It would be glorious! They would loyally follow Count Bleck in his mission for perfection untill the very end of their games.

Silence. Tensions rose. What was the secret that had waited 1,500 years to arrive to their ears?

Count Bleck frowned.

"Uh..." he began. "I am a booger-head...insulted Count Bleck."

Everybody looked stunned. Except Dimentio, who always smiled.

"Uh, count, yeah, I'm on board with what you just said..." Nastasia began. "...but uh, why did you just call yourself a booger-head?"

"Yeah!" O'Chunks shouted. "Why'd ya do that, count?"

Count Bleck looked back and forth from the book to his minions. "It...that...I...That's what was written in the Dark Prognosticus!...spluttered Count Bleck!"

He showed his minions the book. "Count Bleck quotes... "And so the Dark One shall insult himself with a childish epithet, thus furthering his goal for Utter Ruin of the Universe."

Mimi giggled. "You know, I think it's kinda cute when he insults himself! Maybe the ol' Prognosticus did it to make the count look cute!"

Dimentio laughed.

"Ah, yes, the Universe always demands the strangest from us, doesn't it? It's almost like a gigantic...ah...prank." Dimentio said, somewhat slyly.

Nastasia pushed up her glasses. "Well, um, maybe if you read some more, maybe it will make sense, count."

Blecknodded, and turned to the next page. "Lets see, murmured Count Bleck... "To fight against those who oppose the Dark One chosen to bring Ruin, that Dark One must..."

The Count's yellow eyes widened with shock.

Then...

"F is for Friends who do stuff together, U is for U and me..."

Then he raised his non-arms. "N is for N-y where and N-y time at all..."

"Down here in the deep blue sea!" Mimi finished, giggling happily.

Everyone else, save Dimentio, looked shocked.

"Um, count, yeah, are you on some kind of new medication that's not on my records...?"

Bleck looked horrified. "It...it...told me to sing the first song that I thought of! I don't know why!"

"Great Googly-Woogly, that there book is crazy!" O'Chunks shouted.

Mimi and Dimentio were both smiling. "I love this!" Mimi squealed. "Let's sing it again, Countie! F is for..."

"Quiet Mimi!" Nastasia curtly replied.

"AW!"

Dimentio smiled some more. "Ah ha ha ha! Well, my count, it appears that your destiny has taken an insane twist, like a novel written by someone who's brain is crazy!"

And so it went, each of the Prognosticus's next entries being more ridiculous than the last.

The Dark One must dance the chicken dance.

The Dark One must be over 9,000 plus in awesomeness.

The Dark One must say that they can pwn Chuck Norris.

"What in the name of the Underwhereis this?!!?...Count Bleck yelled!"

"Eh, I'm tellin ya, readin' is fer WEIRDOS!"

"Um, yeah, I can't really explain this, y' know?"

"Tee hee! C'mon, Countie, lets sing again!"

Only Dimentio failed to speak his opinion. He stood on his pillar, with an odd little smile upon his mask-face.

He was thinking. Or, rather, remembering.

Earlier that day...

"Bleh...heh...zzz...."

Count Bleck, tired from breaking up yet ANOTHER argument between Dimentio and Mimi (something about the latter's diary), was snoozing in his room.

Then, with a small whizzing sound, a figure materialized in his room.

This figure, aided by magic, floated over to the sleeping count, a wicked grin upon his face.

Dimentio, as it was, gently plucked the Dark Prognosticus, which always floated by the Count, out of the air, and opened it.

Smiling, he flipped to the next page the count was to read at the next meeting, and carefully, ever so carefully, slipped in some of his own pages that he wrote earlier.

Snapping his fingers (which thankfully didn't wake the sleeping Bleck) the pages magically wove themselves into the Prognosticus's binding, then they yellowed and gained the appearance of the rest of the book's pages.

"Ah ha ha ha!" The psychotic jester thought. "And now, my Count, since you have failed to send me on any fun missions lately, you are the first victim of my boredom! Soon, the rest will follow, like sheep who are blind to everything but the authority of their leader!"

Then, out of nowhere, Dimentio pulled out short piece of paper, titled the Prank List, which had four names scrawled upon it.

Magically, a check appeared next to the first name:Count Bleck.

Dimentio continued to smile, as he envisioned himself as a cat, toying with his food before eating it.

Or, pulling a practical joke on it before betraying it and taking control of it's Chaos Heart in order to destroy the universe.

Give or take.

"And now, to figure out what I shall do for the next victim. See you at the next meeting, my Count! Ciao!"

With a silent whoosh, Dimentio teleported out of the sleeping count's room, laughing silently to himself.

A/N: Yeah, this is what happens when I try to be funny :p

Anyway, if you like it, feel free to request which character I should do next,(any of the Count's minions) and what our evil jester should do to them.

Anyway, I'm out! Ciao!