Meanwhile, deep within the confines of the Nuclear Power Plant, laughter was ringing; joyful, maniacal laughter which brought fear upon everyone that hears it. The source of the cackling was Montgomery Burns, and those who heard it were Quackity, Ennard, Waylon, and five people who stood before them, dazed and confused, unsure what exactly was happening.

"It worked...IT WORKED!" Monty nearly shook with his excitement. "After all these years, I have finally perfected the craft of reanimation! My grandfather died before he could achieve it, and now I hold the power! I hold the key to life!"

Monty turned to Waylon, the smile spreading across his face contagious to his best friend. "Do you realize what this means? We're another step closer to taking over the world!"

"I most certainly do, Monty," Waylon nodded, before gesturing to the unnamed beings before them. "but I don't think those people do. I'm not sure if they realize that they were dead."

Monty considered this information. "That is true..." he mused. "I should tell them the news."

"Quackity, Ennard, who are these people?" one of the men asked. Monty turned to him.

"My name is Monty Burns, and this is my assistant, and best friend, Waylon Smithers." Monty explained. "You may know us as Quackity's employers."

"Quackity has told us much about you both," the woman who Monty had watched during the reanimation process spoke up. "It is an honor to meet you."

"It is an honor to meet you as well, Ms..."

"We shouldn't say our names until the fifth chapter." she noted.

"Good, very smart." Monty said. "As you all may know, you have all died in combat to the hands of those pesky good guys. I have been studying the process of reanimation for as long as I have known, and now..." he chuckled a little bit at the power he now held. "I have figured it out. I tested it upon you, to see how it would go, and to be honest, I think it went very well. You have returned in order to get revenge on Wonder, the leader of the group that killed you, and we will-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, brainiac." a younger girl interrupted him. "What do you mean, we died? And who's this 'Wonder' you're on about?"

Monty paused, somewhat confused. "The- The Battle of Las Nevadas? On June the First? Do you remember that at all?"

"No." a man with a drawn-out voice said. "I don't remember any of that."

"I don't remember June the First at all," the one who had spoken first told him. "I remember the days before that, but not that one."

"They must not remember the day that they died," Waylon informed Monty. "Something must have gone wrong with the Project, and caused their memories of that day to not exist."

"Huh..." Monty thought for a moment. "That's not altogether a bad thing."

"What do you mean?" Quackity asked.

"Well, I wasn't there myself," Monty explained. "I don't know exactly what happened. Wonder could've spared one of them, killing them only when they wouldn't spare her...or she could've stood before them, laughing as they suffered, before slaughtering them mercilessly. I wouldn't know either way, but if it was the latter option, I'd most certainly want revenge."

"I like the way you think..." Ennard chuckled.

"I agree." Quackity agreed.

"There has never been much harm in bending the truth a little, has there?" Monty asked. "You'll have to think of some ideas to tell them, since you were there."

"I can do that." Quackity told him.

"Excellent." Monty smiled evilly, tenting his fingers. "Soon, we'll get our revenge on Wonder and her friends. Very, very soon."