I tried to wrap my head around what just happened since it seemed like the dungeon door opened a few months ago rather than a few seconds. Regardless I was confused about more than one thing after the 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 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!
Their Story! Part 46!

But the most worrying was what my old ally, lover, friend, witch and corpse was doing fighting on the side of my arch nemesis, father, nutjob and terrorist leader.

"Mac?" I managed to spit out.

"Close, but you're way off" Mac said, as she looked around the room we were captured in.

Stikky grinned evilly. "Perhaps you've heard of the twin complex. Somewhere in the world is you're exact duplicate. It just happens that in theory, this is correct but the twin is not released into the world until the original passes on. And while they may look the same and have the same personality, they're intentions are the complete opposite of the originals. Mac wanted to help form the Rebellion. Now that she's out of the picture, she regenerated as an opposite and is now helping the Society. Of course once I found out about the twin complex, I immediately started tracking down her double when she died, just to see the look on your face."

Of course, I'd heard this speech before, and while Stikky was trying to pass the revelation off as his own, I guessed that WhizKid had deciphered the Leprechaun Legacy after all. I kept playing ignorant however, because I knew whose duplicate was going to destroy the world, and it happened to be mine.

"So what do you think Micky?" Stikky continued.

"I think you talk too much... dad"

"Dad?... Oh crap, I forgot to put on my cloak to hide my identity!"

"Oh please, I figured it out ages ago!" I rolled my eyes. "So what's the name of Mac's duplicate?" Mine was called Jimbo which I thought quite random for the name of an evil twin, but then again my whole life was either completely random or overly planned.

"My name is Mac" Mac said. "Just to stop confusion, you know?"

"Good job" Kemp mumbled.

"Oh, that reminds me, we found a few of your friends snooping around upstairs" Stikky revealed Super Sexy Spy Specialist, her sister and the snake and threw them into the dungeon with us.

"What reminded you of that?" Mr Potato Head asked.

"Oh, the snake bit me. It's not poisonous, is it?"

"It doesn't even have teeth, how could it bite you?" Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister asked.

"Ssssssss" the snake agreed, which roughly translated means "yeah, blame it on the snake, why don't ya?"

"Well, then wha-?" Stikky collapsed on the dungeon floor.

"Come on, we don't have much time. The tranquiliser dart wears off in thirty minutes"

"What was that?" I asked our saviour.

"A tranquiliser dart. Jeez, Micky, open your ears"

"My hearing's the least of my problems. I feel like my brain's going to explode"

"Look, it's very simple" Mac said. "I'm not Mac's evil twin. I never died in the first place"

"I beg to differ" Kemp said. "We all saw you die at the Pail showdown"

"You saw someone that looked like me"

"No, you were captured by Stikky, and you were with him until you got to the Pail. You had powers. And last but not least, only a witch dying can trigger your life flashing before your eyes, and the beam that caused me to remember everything clearly came from you" I listed all the faults in her answer.

"Did it really?" Mac said. And then she explained everything.

Over four months earlier when the race was on for the Holy Pail (just filling in the gaps for those that weren't there, namely Mr Potato Head, the spy sisters and to a lesser extent their snake, since Kemp, Mac, I and Joe (who was cowering in the corner) were all there last season (by which I mean Spring of course)) Kemp, Alana and I were searching in Sweden, while Stikky had Mac hostage and was following us to see what we were up to, while Alex and Brain were on the other side of Sweden also looking for the giant pail. We all ended up at the Pail where all hell broke loose, and one thing nobody counted on, Joe actually being smart enough to track any of us down, was disposed of quickly when he got a bullet to the hand. More importantly, Stikky had fired at me in the chaos and it would have hit me if Mac hadn't slowed time down and jumped in front of the bullet. She died and what seemed like a ghost drifted out of her and slammed me into a lifeflashing spree (Any more detail read, Part 25-27, this is starting to seem like a clip blog or something). Anyway, what we didn't know was while Stikky was following Alana, Kemp and me, Mac really needed to go to the toilet. Stikky found a cave, where he briefly let Mac go inside since it was barely two metres deep, and aimed his gun in the general vicinity of the cave in case she tried something tricky. Well, she did, but the cave was too dark and the snow too blinding for Stikky to notice. See, deep down, and something she'd told me upfront several times, Mac never wanted a part in this conspiracy and wanted out as soon as she found out her husband, Alex, was a terrorist. But coincidences continuously threw her back into action. She took this time as a chance to escape. But since it would be impossible to just run off without getting shot, she had no ingredients or a cauldron for a potion and Stikky would hear her if she started reciting a spell aloud she used a trick she had up her sleeve, and blinked and winked a secret code (Mac described the sequence in great detail to our stunned group - I'm not going to repeat it word for word since I don't remember it by heart but it went something like 'close right eye, blink, close left eye, close right eye, close right eye, close left eye, blink, etc...blink three times) and a replica of her came out of Mac. Mac could control the replica with her mind, but the body itself was practically a puppet. But if Mac said something aloud, the dummy would as well. Anyway, Mac controlled the dummy out of the cave where Stikky took it back hostage. Then Mac had a change of heart and instead of running in the opposite direction, she followed from a distance now that her life wasn't in danger anymore. She tried to warn us once, but we had started sprinting towards the Pail when it came into sight. Anyway, she hid in the trees while the Mexican standoff took place, and when nobody did anything for a few seconds she got bored and decided to give us the advantage by making the first move, so she picked up a small rock and threw it at Brain. When it hit her in the head, Brain got mad and assumed it came from us since she didn't see anyone throw it, and none of us had seen the stone at all, so we were taken off guard when Brain dropped her gun and lunged at us. That's when Mac realised she wasn't helping at all and stayed out of it. She had made a mistake earlier when she muttered to herself "hey, you're that cop" when she saw Joe, but luckily she said it quietly, while the Mac dummy practically shouted. But she did control the Mac dummy to get out of Stikky's grip before he got suspicious of her, and then she started making it do tricks she could never do in person. When Joe got shot, Mac was taken off guard, and she was trying to get her revenge on Alex by charging the dummy at him, but seeing the cop shot, her mind got blocked and the dummy stopped in its track. The mind block caused an involuntary power of Mac's that she hadn't used since high school when she wanted sex to last longer. If a witch clears her head, she can make everything around her move in slowmotion and when she realised that's what she'd done, she surveyed the scene from her hiding spot and that's when she'd noticed Stikky had pulled the trigger and a bullet was exiting the gun. She had quite a few seconds to figure out what to do but the bullet was moving a lot faster than my instincts, but still slow enough for Mac to jump into action. "Micky" She had shouted a warning, before realising that my ears wouldn't hear the whole word for a few seconds since I was moving in slow motion too. That's when she focused all of her power on the Mac dummy running and jumping into the bullet. The dummy itself never lived or thought or anything, but while the puppet didn't necessarily die, it certainly broke. And the memory of all that happened in the dummy's hour of existence since Mac's bathroom break escaped it and that's what I had seen escape who I thought was Mac. Not a ghost, but the signal of a power dying. The body and spirit of the dead dummy eventually faded, but not until minutes later when the war continued, with both Mac and I out of the fight, leaving Alana and Kemp in a losing battle, which they eventually quit, grabbing my lifeless body and fleeing the scene, unable to spot Mac's body in the process. Then the rest is history, them taking me to a place that they thought would be safe - not a doctor's office where normal coma patients go, but the basement of a burnt down secret house, the infamous House of the Rising Sun. Kemp then searched for people to help our cause while Alana tried researching the Society as it grew more powerful and had more influence on the world. A few months passed and I awoke from my memory coma, knowing everything about my life, and sort of ready to lead the Rebellion to a victory that isn't looking likely at the moment. But I digress. Five sentences ago, Mac was finishing her story. Since Mac had focused on the dummy saving my life, her mind was no longer blank, and time was going at the normal pace - I assumed at the time that being dead Mac couldn't keep things in slow mo. What the rest of us had failed to notice while we were preoccupied with Mac's death was the Pail which only for a second briefly shot a blast into my body, coincidentally straight through the dummy's spirit that was already dying. Being disoriented, dizzy, distracted and whatever other "di" word you can come up with, I thought it was Mac's spirit that charged into me, triggering the memories when in fact the Pail had used one of it's many powers of memory revival, one I only heard of a few days ago, in the hopes of reviving Alana's memory. But wherever the Pail came from it hadn't thought of a completely blank memory and it took four months for all the memories to come back to me. We had come to the conclusion that a witch dying causing your life as you know it took a few seconds, but a life that you didn't know had unexpected side effects, namely longer to refresh my brain. Anyway, it was the Pail that shot me into the tree. Only Mac had seen what the Pail did, and since the fight quickly continued, Mac had a few seconds to check on how I was doing. She checked my pulse, and finding me barely alive thought that was good enough and quickly ran away from this crazy predicament forever. She was hiding out for a few months, but Stikky eventually tracked her down, believing her to be her own evil twin. Mac had to play along to survive, but she also learnt more about the Society, just in case she was needed later. She found out where Alex kept the tranquiliser darts and always carried one with her in case she was needed to save the day. Alex once told her that since Mac had divorced him, the opposite intention for her twin would be to get back together with him and have a life of evil forever, but Mac covered up by saying that she never would have married him to begin with. Stikky wanted to use Mac's powers to the Society's evil advantage, but Mac bluffed her way through by saying that for some reason she was created without powers, possibly because the powers died with "Mac". She was also a bit slow on her feet so when they asked what her name was she had to say "Mac" because "Uh... Sarah" sounds a bit suspicious. Mac had also cracked into WhizKid's files at night and deduced that the anonymous tipper that was helping the Society known only as Jimbo, something Stikky was trying to find out about, more to thank him than anything else, was actually my evil twin, since the code from the Leprechaun Legacy matched some identification on a fax number Jimbo used to communicate with the Society, when he didn't disguise his voice on the phone or send a letter like a caveman. Anyway, when she heard that we had once again been captured by the Society she convinced Stikky that it would be a good shock for us to find her working for them and would be fun to see our faces. Since Stikky was finding it hard to find a use for Mac, since she not only had no powers but also seemed to lose the kicks and moves she was performing at the Pail showdown along with seeming to have no information on me, Alana or Kemp, since she was created without memory of these events and she'd need some sort of power to see a different lifeline, Stikky decided it would be fun. Little did he know, his plan would backfire as soon as he opened the dungeon door...

"Wow" Super Sexy Spy Specialist's sister said when Mac was finished telling her story. "That's half an hour of my life that I'll never get back"

"Half an hour?" Mac said in horror, turning off the torch she was holding against her face while she was telling somewhat of a camping story and leaping to her feet, before running to Stikky who was beginning to stir. "The tranquiliser's wearing off!"

I yanked the gun out of Stikky's hands and pocketed it. "Can you tranq him again?"

"I only had one dart" Mac shrugged. Come on everyone!" I insisted, as Kemp, Mr Potato Head, the spy sisters, the snake and Mac ran out of the dungeon and up the stairs. I started to sprint after them but Stikky grabbed my leg and I tripped over.

Stikky struggled to his feet and stared down at me. Suddenly there was a gunshot and Stikky fell back down to the floor.

I stared at Joe. "You had a gun this whole time?"

"Yeah, I've been looking for it ever since they threw me down here weeks ago. It was in my pocket. Always the last place you look"

I stood up, but Stikky too was getting to his feet.

"Didn't you hit him?" I asked Joe frantically.

"What? No, I think he just ducked. My gun only shoots blanks"

"You idiot!" I said and kicked Stikky as hard as I could. Still weak from the tranquiliser, he stumbled back and fell into the dungeon. I slammed the door shut with Stikky and Joe inside for punishment.

Not wanting to know if Stikky had dropped the keys or not I ran after the other Rebellion members. Finally arriving at the top of the stairs, I slammed through the front door and ran out into the open, glad that it was night time and the rest of the Society was sleeping comfortably in the mansion. I met up with Kemp and Mac who were standing at the roadside.

"Where's Mr Potato Head and Super Sexy Spy Specialist and Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister and Super Sexy Spy Specialist's Sister's Snake?" I asked.

"You know you can just say 'the others'" Kemp rolled his eyes. "They went to get Slappy Bag to bring the car around"

At that moment we heard a gunshot. Fearing that Stikky was behind us I turned around and instead saw a police car parked in the mansion driveway with the boot open and an officer standing behind it. I cautiously walked over next to the cop and casually looked inside the boot. I staggered backwards when I recognised Slappy Bag's body with a bullet in his head. I stared at the cop who was still armed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"Oh, uh, he was resisting arrest" The cop chuckled, then stopped when I didn't join in. "Wait, you're not from the Socie..." Kemp hit him from behind. "...ty" The cop passed out.

"Nice hit" I said. "We've gotta get out of here" I briefly stopped. "Sorry Slaps" I tried the new nickname I was going to give him as a congratulations for waiting in the getaway car the whole night... The car!

Kemp, Mac and I ran down the street to join the rest of the group to warn them. We were a block away before the explosion occurred and I fell to the street with tears in my eyes. We'd lost 4 Rebellion members tonight. And a beloved pet. Little did I want to know, that was the least of our problems.

***

I hope you enjoyed Micky's double length blog return. Micky will be back next week with an amount of words that only sort of gets on your nerves rather than takes you hours to read. Stay tuned for Part 48: The roof is on fire!

This is a promo of sorts that I'm using to promote the return of Season 2: Rebellion after a 2 month hiatus. Shameless I know, but for all of those that have been gripping their seats in anticipation, you can all relax, since in less than 18 hours, Micky's blog will return, and as a reward for waiting patiently, it's a double length return. Or is that a punishment? Depends if you read the blogs out of habit or because you actually enjoy them. Guess it's a punishment for everyone. Anyway...

This week, Micky and the gang return after two months of sitting around in suspense waiting for their new blog to be jotted down, but only two seconds have passed in that time. When we last left Micky, he was locked in a dungeon with a Swedish sidekick, an incompetent cop and a fellow Rebellion member, while the rest of the Rebellion were in peril as well. But there were more shocks to come as the dungeon opened and... wait, I'm advertising this week's episode, not the previous one, read the old ones yourself you lazy bastards! Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, how will Micky escape and save the world in time for New Years Eve when a bomb will destroy the world? Well, the second part of that won't happen for at least a dozen episodes, but the first one is possible, but with so many obstacles in their way, how can the Rebellion begin to regroup and save the world? Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself again. Never mind, all you need to know (that is, if anybody even reads these blogs anymore, because it's starting to seem like I'm talking to myself), is that the Micky saga will continue tomorrow at noon Australian time in a special double length blog (as if the normal length weren't long enough) as we bring you in the season return, Part 47: The Witch is Back! Stay glued to your computers for all the twists and turns because this episode is confusing if you're not paying attention, or have forgotten the events of last year's Pail showdown. Wait, aren't promos supposed to be short? Oh, well, speaking in a weird summing up way: Micky, season return, tomorrow, be there or be threatened.

Uh, thanks for that Mr Voiceover Man. Oh, did I mention that the Micky blogs are back starting tomorrow? Several dozen times? Okay, well I didn't name the blog "blatant advertising" for nothing.

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.