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.