The air felt fuzzy. A faint buzz of electricity

The air felt fuzzy. A faint buzz of electricity hummed through the stillness and Emmeline felt every hair along her arms stand to attention. She looked

like a human dandylion, just before a bolt of lightning struck Uncle Oswald down. Emmy never forgot that feeling, the buzz just before a strike. She majored in atmospheric physics

at Cal-Tech, but her degree meant little when she turned to mass-producing those little shock buzzers you wear and shake people's hands. Emmy's empire was small, but she ruled

every inch of it with an iron fist. Not a spec of dust in her empire dared disobey Great Emmy. But mass-producing small pranking objects became dull.

Emmy the Great sat in her tower and looked out over her empire. But soon she grew bored and took to writing songs to entertain herself.

Luckily, her regal tower had the latest sound equipment. Emmy the Great revved up beats, shaking the walls with house party essence. Nearby, a Prince heard the deafening bass

of "Smoke on the Water". "Ah, Deep Purple," murmured the prince. "How apropos." Ready to party, the prince made his way to Emmy the Great's castle door. The moat was filled with

a strange mixture of crocodiles and alligators, though I still can't tell you which was which. "So, who did I hear was coming to this party?" He said under his breath, remembering

"A party animal? That reminds me, weren't there a bunch of escaped party animals from the Disco Zoo? What's Johnny doing with them?" sighed the anonymous man. "I'll bring em back."