TRASCEDARI!!!NO PLACE LIKE IT ANYWHERE! Beamed at her, even before she stepped out of the transport bay, plastered as it was with slogans. Cruella loved Trascedaria, always had. There was something about it that JUST DID IT!! As she moved forward to where the local Disney Rep was waiting, even she had to take a few moments to handle the sensory barrage. For Trascedaria was completely covered in advertising, every available inch dripping in desperate pleas to buy, to be beautiful, to have it all and MORE!! The walls and floors were living images of smiling faces holding up objects, people, MORE!! You had to gain your adlegs, as they said here, since walking was disorienting with all the beckoning, bouncing, the whipped cream descending onto voluptuous strawberries, the space trips to familiarly exotic places, screaming out at you from all corners. Cruella stopped briefly at customs, where they gave her the trillion dollars of Trascedarian money that all visitors got upon arrival. She smiled at the man who gave her the bundles, gave him his million back, and moved on through the berserk arrival hall.

The local Disney Rep, Muplasstamoidg, who was somewhat famous on Trascedaria for wearing only logos all over his clothing and refusing to tattoo his face, because of skin troubles, smiled in greeting. "Welcome, Your Disney, see you real soon."

"See you real soon, Muplass," she replied, handing him a million dollars. She was an old Trascedarian hand. "Is everything ready?"

Muplasstamoidg waved her into the awaiting limoplane, plastered with ads for exotic trips to familiar places, "Your Disney, they have been awaiting your arrival for hours." And as soon as he said it, he knew that was wrong. Of course they had been awaiting her arrival. She gave him a dark look -- would he never shape up? - and he winced, and she brushed past him.

As soon as they were airborne, gliding over the papered planet, she looked over at Muplasstamoidg. She remembered when they had first come here, and he had been a junior executive, and she had taken a liking to him, especially to his fgkhgje, and what it could do. But that was just sex. He wasn't senior material, but he did have that good thing all real movers needed: the ability to gamble it all as a show of strength.

She remembered that hilarious evening when, after they had spent a long day in fgkhgje, they had gone together very drunk, he as her underling, she as the newly minted Disney Head, to the GamblePlaza for the meeting with the Drugpins. So there they were, and Schhhluuppp, the Drugpin himself, had taken a fancy to her, disgusting as he was, and puffed himself up, and after they had done a bit of showmanship gambling, said, "Ohhh, Cruellla, do you think that Muplassta would bet a Disneyworld from his portfolio against me?" And she looked at him laughing, and said over her shoulder: "Muplassta?", and Muplassta knew that if he lost a Disneyworld from his portfolio, that would be big money and he might get fired. But he bellied up to the table.

"How big a stake?" he said casually.

"You win", said Schhlupp, " And you get to keep fgkhgjing with Cruella, and you get, Oh what, how about Cemaris in Scorpio for Disneycorp?"

This was pretty impressive. Cemaris was rich terrain.

Cruella interjected: "I am off the table, scum." They all laughed, but no one meant it.

Muplasstamoidg said, as casually as he could: "How about Delian Black in Ceres?"

Schhhluppp chuckled, "Oh come on. Oh well why not, just for the fun of it. But it isn't Cemaris. Not nearly." He thought for a second, his lubricious lips caressing his ears. "But I'll tell you what, Junior. We need to teach a little lesson to a couple of not too bright systems. Do you have anything else you could throw in to sweeten the pot, something we could wipe out, somewhere no one cares about, a throwaway, you know."

Muplasstamoidg shrugged, thought for a second. "Oh yeah, why not, sure, take Mandola. Add it in. Now, roll the dice, the lady and I want to get back to fgkhgjeland."

And the dice were rolled. Muplasstamoidg took the loss well, though it set his career back a bit. He was a good kid, thought Cruella, though the time for fgkhgje was long past. The limoplane came to a halt, hovering. God, the life of an executive, all these damn meetings, she thought to herself, and got to her feet.