Payments Patty never understood why Digital Dana insisted on wearing those silly boots and overalls. She was a mascot, she had nothing to hide.
Patty understood why Legal Ludwig and Toucan Petey had to play dress-up when dealing with humans. Most humans have an obsession with appearance, and 'clothes make the man' was practically hardwired into their psyche.
The last time Payments Patty had worn anything besides her collar was her wedding dress and was proud of this, she didn't have to wear some suit or dress to be taken seriously as the finances department of Whimsy World and Security Sally didn't wear anything more than her equipment to be taken seriously as the park's security admin.
She saw the tired look on Legal Ludwig's face as he came into their room where they snuggled.
"Another petition from donors?" She asked.
"Yes, they're demanding that the junk data be destroyed... They consider it a violation of privacy that their personal memories are just being sat on in cold storage instead of just, ya know, just deleting them, or melting down the computers. After all, even memories in a human brain just fade away to nothing eventually, they consider it clinically insane, even by the standards of living breath mascot people at a magical amusement park, that the junk data has to simply be stored for all eternity... like nuclear waste. In particular when it's Milly the Husky's music that causes them to just let go of copied memories that hitch along for a rid when we were giving our family the spark of soul. And why they'd be sucked up into a computer makes even less sense.
Their original contract dealt with them donating half of the spiritual essence that would reform on its own from them, while the mascots parts of the newborns would fill in the gaps that naturally occur. It didn't cover us holding onto the copied over memories. Those who DID KNOW the mascot they donated spiritual essence to would end up with bits and pieces of their memories, were assured that after their first good night's sleep in their standard beds, the new mascot would simply forget about them. They are not happy."
"... You told Digital Dana yet?"
"I'm thinking of how to break it to her."
"How did the donors find out in the first place? I... might have zoned out when you first told me... "
"Digital Dana apparently ran her mouth off, working with a donor to give a spark of soul to mascot Battle Android Girl Gina for the new anime section... "
"At least all we have to do to solve this problem is delete something that we don't want, and the donors don't want us to have. Hopefully this'll be our least trouble for a whole."
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Burningstein grinned at the bright red dragon whelp as the sun set.
"Well son, I gotta say, I like you... the way you had those surely brats yelping and running had be laughing! I can definitely say I'm proud of you! But... all good-bad things must come to an end..."
Burningstein junior looked uncomfortable, looking uncomfortable at his ID badge that marked him as a temporary mascot. "... Couldn't I just... stay with you?"
Burningstein lowered his head and whispered. "Look kid, I'd be happy to have you permanently on the team... but those would cause trouble even I steer clear of! I seriously doubt that your parents sighed a waved giving you permission to do that! They're gonna be waiting for you back at the wizard's tower."
"... They aren't. They just gave me a huge gift card for the park and dropped me off here... " The dragon whelp said sadly.
"They're waiting outside the park for you right?"
"They send a driver."
"... I seriously hate to say it kid. But even a big name villain like me can't change the rules. AS A KID, you'd still need your parents' signed permission in the first place if you wanted to join this place for good-bad!"
"Could you put them under mind control so they'd give permission?"
"Sadly that isn't one of my evil talents. As a villain, it's part of my function to find ways to twist how the rules are written, same way the heroes' job is to follow the rules as they're intended." Burningstein patted his son on the head. "Look, you're my whelp, that means you've got the makings of an evil magical master mind! And if your parents are THAT much a pair of losers, you'll figure out a way to twist the rules on your favor! Lure them back here, and get them to sign whatever is under their nose. Might be fun to have a couple Kobold servants instead of more stupid goblins. I'm not going anywhere. I am WAAAY too popular a villain to get regulated to grunt work! Figure out something, I'll be waiting." Burningstein said with a tone of endearment that none would expect him capable of.
Burningstein Jr. cried a bit, nodded, and flew back to the wizard's tower, where he'd be back to Willy Smith and get a complimentary plushie of his mascot self.
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A collection of men sat in an all white room surrounding a black table, some wearing business suits, and others wearing military uniforms, and some simply dressed all in black.
"So it's confirmed. This new park offers a better experience, more reasonable rates, better security, better food, better parking, better hotels... And thus must be eliminated until not one stone stands upon another," said one of them men reading a report.
All the men nodded. That was just common sense. Money had to stay with their glorious country corporations that actually produced jobs. If this new mysterious meta-normal theme park was able to offer all these things, it would damage the economy! That was just unacceptable!
"I say we just nuke 'em, just say it was a meteorite strike, again." Said a large tanned man with blue eyes, blond hair and a buss cut.
"Barry we're all four nuking problems from orbit as much as you. But doing that in our country is a tad more complicated and a lot more annoying, what with free press and all." The men at the table all laughed. "But seriously, that would be too big a mess to clean up. We're going to need a more subtle approach to destroy them."
A third man said,, "Don't worry. We will. Who captured the Tooth Fairy for counterfeiting?!"
"US!"
"Who shot down Santa Claus' sleigh and protected our toy companies from his illegal replicas of copyrighted video games and action figures?!"
"US!"
"Who protected the rights of big candy by capturing the Easter Bunny and his free imitation candy?!"
"US!"
"Agent Q! ... You will infiltrate the park, and learn all there is to learn! Report to the modification lab!"
"Yes sir!" The bald man bowed, eager to do his part to eliminate any and all disruptions to humanity's status quo. Later Agent Q, given the alias 'Quincy' for this mission after a trip through the modification pod (useful for when people needed to vanish, but turning them into a corpse was count productive), now had the perfect likeness of a child.
Next was Agent N, given the alias 'Nancy' for this mission after modified to have a family resemblance to 'Quincy' and to act as his 'mother', the two being given a basic backstory if anyone cross referenced them. Tomorrow they'd enter the park, finds its weakness, and then the organization would destroy this threat to their country's economy!