“And you, Horst?” Dr. Spoyle turned to the high booted figure with a clipboard.
“Mein Fuhrer -- er, Dr. Spoyle -- ve haff been working very hard as vell. Taking our cue from Malincorne’s excellent work, ve haff been able to firmly degrade ze movie experience as according to your orders, Mein, er, Doctor. Ze "Marketolaser” has, in ze space of a few short years, accomplished astonishing things!! Ve haff replaced cartoons and short subjects with commercials that can go on for fifteen minutes -- unzappable!! -- ve haff introduced trailers that give you ze entire film in two minutes and ruin all the plot points! and ve haff made the sound so loud that it causes deafness to everyone except zose who are on their cellphones throughout ze films!! As to content, vell, Mein ---”

Dr. Spoyle cut him off with a wave of his hand. It was not good for subordinates to gloat. Finally he turned to the woman, a fierce dragon of a lady in a dark red leather jumpsuit.

“So, Svetlanolinskaya, what have you to add to your colleagues?”

Svetlanolinskaya smiled a ghastly smile. “Dr. Spoyle, while my-- colleagues -- have been accomplishing their relatively simple tasks --” Her colleagues glared at her -- “my team has been far more deeply engaged in ruining many of the core basics of fun!” She turned, and with a pointer elucidated her triumphs on a nearby wall screen. “What have we done? We determined that the place to start was with the central players, the children of course. To begin with, we cut off their sources of supply: places to play. As you know, children now no longer play in woods, along streams, waste time in swamps, etc. These no longer exist, or if they exist, one must drive there.The rest of the play experience is now blanketed by insurance policies, and is so restricted that the fun has gone out of it completely. Meanwhile, we instilled paranoia in the hearts of parents, so that children are no longer allowed to be alone at all outside. There is no playing in the street anymore, and children no longer play in groups outside. They are all playing on computers. Thus WE HAVE ENDED CHILDRENS PLAY!!! It was not child’s play, believe me, but it is mostly done. We are into mopping up exercises.”

Dr. Spoyle smiled. Svetlanolinskaya was his personal protege.

“Well, well, I must say that you have all done well in my absence. But now we are after even bigger game. Let me introduce you to our newest partner” -- and here he turned to the beautiful woman on his arm, whose bikini was alas drying fast -- “Miss Tara Boomdeyah” She bowed briefly, her hand on the knife in her belt. “Miss Boomdeyah is here to assist us in the final stages of Project F, my most secret and dastardly project of all, which is completely foolproof and unstoppable, and must lead to world domination!!!”
Tara raised a shapely arm. “Not quite, Doctor.”
He looked at her appraisingly.
“There is one slight wrinkle in this polyester dream, Doctor.”
“How can there be? We have thought of everything, everything!!”
She smiled grimly, and shook her tousled hair: “Does the name Blake Madison ring any bells?”

curly quotes fixed, I hope. - joe clone -