The sun rose smartly over Britannicus Tertius. Around Trafalgar Square the bobbies on their bicycles kept a watchful eye on the flower girls, the costermongers, and the dancing cockneys. On one corner, Noddy, BigEars and Rupert the Bear were in animated conversation with Sir Walter Raleigh and a rosecheeked Mrs. Miniver concerning difficulties with obtaining good servants. Down towards Westminister, a military band was playing sprightly tunes, and the eye caught the glimmer of silver sunlight off their polished cuirasses. Above it all the great clock tower, Big Micky, its gloved hands currently displaying 8:29 in the morning, kept time.

In a room along Whitehall, overlooking this jovial scene, a group of 4 powerful looking men stood around a large mahogany table in an elegant pseudo-Adam room. They were waiting. At 8:30 precisely, Cruella de Villeneuve entered, elegantly tailored as usual

"See you real soon," she greeted them.

"See you real soon, "they replied.

"Please sit down gentlemen." They sat down. She took the head of the table, and opened up her portfolio. She briefly looked at each man in turn. To her left, the Head of Tomorrowland, Nuurdd, who was originally from Regnuoy, the reverse aging planet, so he became younger every year, which somewhat unsettled Cruella (and, it must be confessed, everyone else around the table) every time she saw him; but youth was certainly the only way to keep up with new technical developments. Across from her was a familar face, Schhhluppp, the Drugpin, recently acquired to be the Head of Fantasyland. To her far right, was the stalwart Chief of Cartooning and Replication, known to all as "Chief". And beside her, her right hand man, was Doxadist, Head of Main Street, the dreaded Moustapo.

"Well, gentleman, we are met at a critical moment for Cosmic Disneycorp, and I am sure that Walt is with us. Today, as Walt would say, we have to cut to the cheese. In order to do this, you have to know the whole story; and you also know that the Root of Title forbids this to anyone but me. So, as you know, and I apologise in advance, you have to have this part of the story eliminated from your memories after this meeting. So, and again apologies, please put on your Mouse ears for this portion."

The four men put their Mouse ears on, and there was a brief hum. She continued.

"Well, gentlemen, this is the situation. As you don't know, and will only know for a short time, Cosmic Disney Corp owns and operates the Federation and with some exceptions, was more or less on track to rule the universe. We owe certainly our recent successes to the work of our new head of Fantasyland, who has brought his formidable team into the fold."