A brisk wind flooded the Underworld. Even Satan's teeth were chattering. Hate boy hopped out of the Santa Fe portal and scrambled to Satan's throne. "Oh, Dark Lord of all that is evil and scary and terrifying and painful," he began, "We can get the boy!"

Satan's eyes narrowed, "How do you figure?"

"Well, Evil Master of Torture, I've discovered a way of turning his friends against him and imprisoning him for eternity!" Hate Boy giggled. He loved his Plan. Of course, he always loved all of his Plans, but he loved this one particularly. He loved it because once it was executed, Satan would love him and Hate Boy always had a burning desire to be loved. All his life people had laughed at him like he was some kind of freak. Then again, he is a freak and deserves to be laughed at. Dumb little creature. Look at him! All his scales and fur and stuff. How can you not laugh at something as pathetic as Hate Boy?

I digress. Back to the story.

Hate boy explained his Plan to Satan, who began to cackle insanely. He loved it! The Plan was ingenius and was sure to work. Once Hate Boy finished the thorough explanation of his Plan, Satan dismissed him so he could put it in action. Hate Boy skurried to the holding cell in which the former FFH Club had dwelled ever since that terrible day back in Prologue I (excluding that half-day where Fuz and Gonzo were sent to Santa Fe in Episide III).

I'll take you now on a little flashback tour of the events that unfolded that day after the attack on the Fabulous Five. This portion of the story will be told in italics in order to differentiate it from the rest of the story.

Satan was pacing back and forth in his beautiful Hellish ice chamber when Hate Boy and the rest of the FFH arrived. At this point, they were all still unaware of the fact that the Fabulous Five had disbanded, thus causing the FFH and Satan's Army of Evil to collapse.

Considering themselves victorious due to the fact that they had successfully tormented and bruised the egos of the Fabulous Five (which was really all the FFH's mission statement entailed), Satan decided to throw the Fabulous Five Haters a victory party. The party was to last for seven straight days, during which Satan would prance in small circles around a totem pole that Hate Boy designed. The totem pole had the faces of the five members of the Fabulous Five. At the end of Satan's prancing ceremony, he would set fire to the totem pole (while being very cautious of the fact that if the fire were to get out of hand, the Underworld could melt, leaving everyone in a terribly messy situation).

On the fourth day of celebration (I, as the author, know it was the fourth. The characters probably figured it to be the fifth or sixth), an unexpected guest dropped into the Underworld from the Santa Fe portal, which was absent-mindedly left open by Skippy who, as the last person in, should have closed it behind him. The party was stopped immediately as everyone realized who this visitor was. It was none other than Tyrant, the small white furry thing that they had fought against only a few days before up in Santa Fe. Tyrant's venture to the Underworld meant only one thing: the Fabulous Five had fallen apart.

Tyrant cleared his mouth and began to speak very clearly. Apparently, the cold helped him talk a bit easier than the sweltering heat up in Santa Fe. "Fellows, I know we have had our spats in the past, but I ask you to forget any bad vibes we may have shared because from this point on, I am a hater of the Fabulous Five." Tyrant was obviously not very good at math and was explained to a bit later that without him, the coalition no longer added up to five and therefore no longer existed. He was a bit disappointed by the fact that he could not be a part of the Fabulous Five Haters, but swore to Satan that he would remain in the Underworld and help whenever needed.

Satan was furious, however, because his Army of Evil had failed. With the exception of Hate Boy, he sent all the previous members of his Army of Evil, along with Tyrant, back to the blistering hot holding cell and promised not to let them out unless absolutely necessary (Hate Boy was able to get Satan's permission to let a couple of them out temporarily during Episode III). It was there that they occupied themselves by counting tiles in the ceiling (of which there were none, they were just dillusional) and making vulgar jokes about each other's mothers until the day Hate Boy came in to reveal his Plan to them.

Skippy and Gonzo were using Tyrant as a pillow when they heard the lock rattling. They hopped up as Hate Boy entered their cell. Fuz and Tyrant also clambered to their feet. Hate Boy told the four of them his Plan and they immediately set it into action. The Plan proved to be very successful, and within a matter of hours, Archie Archbanger was strapped to a chair at the foot of Satan's throne in the Underworld with his teeth chattering.

That was cruel of me, I know, to have everything happen at once like that. The truth is, though, that I couldn't come up with anything for a Plan. I'll have you know, however, that as I mentioned in the Introduction, it was an accident that ended up bring Archie to the Underworld. I'll go into it in the next Episode, which will probably be done entirely in italics because it will be another one of these flashback situations (considering it's already been done). Anyway... don't fret.

COMING SOON- Episode VI: The Plan