"Thanks!" Ammie cheered.
"Now, let's find the dreaded councelor." Joshua said. "And bring her down."
Suddenly, an eerie laugh echoed through the town, and a bright flash appeared out of nowhere.
"Why would you need to find me," the voice said. "When I'm already here?" The light settled, revealing the councelor, wearing a pink suit, and a bowler hat that covered one of the lenses of her glasses. The six gasped.
"I couldn't help but overhear you're conversation, you silly-willies." she said in her strangely high-pitched vioce. "I have a proposition for you girls." She pointed two of her hot pink painted fingers at Ammie and Gemma.
"You're in no position to make propositions." Star said firmly.
"Shut up, twinkle toes." the councelor hissed. "You and your sister have already ruined most of my plans."
"And we intend to keep ruining them." Luna shot back. The councelor looked at the two sisters, her eyes glaring in rage, then shot out her hand. Like magic, a strong gust of wind blew out of her hand, blowing away Star and Luna, who were only blown a few yards away.
"Whatever she wants you to do, don't do it!" Star called.
"I said SHUT UP!" the councelor shrieked. She pulled two blobs of goo out of her pocket, and threw them at the sisters, sticking to thier mouths like glue, making them unable to speak.
"What do you want?" Ammie yelled.
"I want to play a game." the councelor said with a smile. Ammie and Gemma looked at each other.
"Of course, you have a choice." she added. "You can play my game, or I'll slay the lot of you. Of course, if you lose my game, that's exactly what I'll do as well. So what's your choice?"