Mr. Big did not seem concerned with the loss of his henchman. On the contrary, he seemed all too pleased with developments.

"Ahahaha ahahah Nibbles, you are ...how do you say... trapped in zere now. You shall not escape zis time. You are doomed with little more than one hours air supply now zat knucklehead is in zere with you... Ahahaahahaha ahaaha" cackled Mr. Big.

Somehow Mr. Nibbles had not expected this. There was a sound of large heavy objects being placed against the door. It appeared that he was hopelessly trapped in the restroom with no chance of escape.

" Ahahaahah aaah Nibbles, you can no longer stop me from irradiating ze Earth ... with ze radiation you know.... you shall not stop me zis time." cackled Mr. Big.

Mr. Nibbles was getting sick of this cackling. Still, Mr. Big was justified in elaborating on his diabolical plan as technically speaking Mr. Nibbles was hopelessly trapped in the restroom with no chance of escape. However Mr. Nibbles wasn't about to give his arch-enemy the pleasure of gloating over him.

"I'm NOT listening, I've got my fingers in my ears..LALa LALALALAaa LALAaaaaLALALa" sang Mr. Nibbles.

"I SAID I AM GOING TO IRRADIATE ZE EARTH .. WITH ZE RADIATION YOU KNOW... AHAAHHAaaaa aH aaaaHHHHaaaaa.... " shouted Mr. Big. "It will probably be VERY harmful " said Mr. Big feeling the need to clarify the situation overcome him. "IT MAY EVEN BE PAINFUL YOU KNOW" shouted Mr. Big at a suitably high manical pitch.

"LaLALAAaaaa" droned Mr. Nibbles, with a few plinks thrown in just because. Mr. Nibbles prided himself on always having a few more plinks up his sleeve.

"NIBBLES YOU SCHWEIN!! LISTEN!! Well it does not matter. I have taken ze liberty to outline ze main highlights of my evil plan in a simple textual format with ze helpful diagrams and flowcharts and zwo useful appedices," narrated Mr. Big as he stuffed a small forest's worth of paper under the door, "which you may torture yourself with for ze paltry remains of your a worthless life. A-hah-hahh-hahh-HAHHHa ahaaa!!"

With that Mr. Big set off to search for some food- being an evil genius burns a lot of calories- dragging Helen the helpless hostage heroine along in his villianous clutches. It was in that compromising position that they met Mrs. Big, who was just coming to call Mr. Big for dinner.

"Clarence Big! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Unhand that girl this minute! And what do you call that she's wearing?" snapped Mrs. Big.

"It is standard heroine attire my dear I assure you." explained Mr. Big waving his hands about a bit to enhance the explanatory proceedure.

"Oh REALLY. Heroine eh? She looks more like a handkerchief-wearing hussy to me!" declared Mrs. Big.

"It is I admit difficult to tell the difference without close inspection." muttered Mr. Big.

"And was that what you were doing just now? I saw what your evil clutches were clutching!" stated Mrs. Big.

"Simply tryzink to restrain her dear" explained Mr. Big.

"You should try to restrain yourself, you old fraud. Here I am slaving over a hot stove while you are out and about gallivantin' with shameless Susans and playing with your weapons of mass destruction and sometimes even golf -- oh yes, Clarance Big, I've seen you sneaking off with your golfing buddies, don't think I haven't! You old codger."

"Yes pumpkin."

"You old goose."

"Yes sweethearzt."

"Oh... Come here."

Mr. and Mrs. Big hug like two love birds, then head off to dinner, leaving Mr. Nibbles to ponder his fate.

To be continued - next installment is ready and waiting to be released after receipt of the first three mails begging us to do so at dalek@briefcase.com