The pulses of powerful sonic energy radiated outward on cue from Cruella's Minnie ship, reaching through the tight green harmonies of the counter-sounds generated by the thousands of cooperating platforms of Tern. The vibrations struck the high hills and the towering foliage networks of the ancient forests. For a short while the surface of the planet was washed with the thick, toxic sounds of "Undah De Sea", at a volume high enough to deafen. But the Elders hectic instructions had not been wasted. Deep in the crust, at the Root Directory cavern, the Ternian Cornucopia hummed quietly to himself, the ancient song from an ancient home, of sailors who defended their ships against piracy. WHile he sang he calculated algorithms and tapped instruction lines in at the organic analog messaging board which ran along the central bole of the back wall. From his tapped instructions, small roots vibrated, small cells hummed, and along the messaging channels of every giant tap root of Tern, from underground tree to underground tree, bush to bush, grass to grass, responses hummed to the Ternian agents instructions. Cells throughout the incalculable mass of the Ternian biomass shifted and their operating chemistry modulated, their frequencies tuned slightly higher her, slightly lower there.

In seconds, before the fresh onslaught of the Disney Director's awful juggernaut sounds could do more than mildly stun the Ternians on the surface, a strange shift occurred; the energies pouring from the gigantic ship deadened and were absorbed by the cells of the grasses and foliage and branches and seeds of every living life form in the planet-wide net of connections which met at the Root Directory.

In a few seconds more the batterns of these absorbed vibrations and been read, calculated and their energies used to redouble the strength of the harmonies being emitted by the Plantiarch network. The close harmonies intensified, the basses grew in power and the thin soprano oscillations from the tiny grasses grew to splintering intensity, the altos took on the power of steam rollers, and powered by the very energies used against them, the voices of Tern took on overwhelming force. No more did they merely defend the planet. Rising with the power of their enemy transmogrified from schlock to strength and true music through the vibrant blood-passages of the Ternian forest, the sounds of Tern met higher and higher, rising through the atmosphere.

Cruella de VIlle, smiling snidely to herself as she watched the first waves of her attack seem to disable the Ternians visible on her observation monitor, suddenly beg an to frown. Faint traces of sound began to penetrate the silvery sheened walls of the Minnie Mothership, shaking the very beams and plates of the great Business Class starship. She thought she heard...and then there was no question...

Gradually the power reflection from Tern penetrated the very chambers of the control rom, and she leaped to her feet, fury and agony on her sallow face. She clutched her ears and fled to her makeup room, but the vibrations -- rolling bass, smooth-formed alto, soaring tenor, and above them all the excruciating counterpoint of the high sopranos swept therough every crevice, oscillating her bones, her tissues, her very cells to the overpowering four-part harmonies:

"I asssskkkkked mahhhh Loooooooveeee.....
Tuh tayke a waaaaaahlk.....
Jes' tuh waaaaaaalllllllk.....
Fer a liiiiiidddle waaaaaaayyyy......."

Cruella leaped for the control panel where the Chief Cartoonist was desperately trying to tune the ships sonic deflectors to soften and disperse incoming sonic attacks.

NEVER MIND THAT YOU IDIOT!!!!," she screamed, as the crooning grew stronger and stronger.

"GIVE ME MAXIMUM ATTACK POWER. OBLITERATE THEM!~!!!!. BY GOOFY, I WANT THEM DEAD NOWWW!!!!". With a sweep of her arm she swept her unfortunate aide to the deck and grabbed the large mouse-ear handled lever which controlled the net force of the combined attack. From the giant Minnie vessel and her twin nephew ships the sonic waves redoubled, shifting into the high lethal frequencies which no life form had ever been able to withstand, "WHen You WIsh Upon a Star", as Cruella kicked her executive's trembling form has hard as she could, knocking him unconscious, and swept the lever to full power. Bad mistake.

Again the unstoppable waves reached the atmosphere of Tern and the new heights of energy battered the canopy of the wide and ancient forests. Again a rapid assessment and response occurred along the nodes of the giant green network, and agin, every joule of energy, every Dodd of heart-crushing sappiness, was absorbed, effortlessly and harmlessly by the timneless trees of Tern. Again their harmonies adjusted and the vibrations returning out toward the EIsnerians again redoubled, using all the energies that Disney's forces direct toward them. All three of the forces began oscillating where they never were designed tp oscillate, and one by one the hundreds of Songstealers succumbed as their brains overloaded with multiple waves of harmonies penetrating their every cell, their every nerve with impossiblef freshness, wave upon wave, never ceasing:

"Cockle and muscles! Alive, alive ooohhhhh!........"

"And a ' weepin for her Geordie......."

"He rode and he rode on his milk white steed, til he came to London Town...."
"Once I had a true love, but now, I have none....."
"Georgy's mother came to him, with a basket on her arm......
"It was dirty Robert Ford, that dirty little coward...."
"Feed him eggs and marrow bone....."
"That flute would play only the Protestant Boys!....
"But they didn't take my fists, so I knocked the sentry down..."
"And if that mockngbird don't sing, Momma gonna buy you..."
"Amaazing Grace, how sweet the sound..."
"Gonna buy me a copffee grinder, get the best one I can finnnnd..."
"I hates to see that evening sun go down...."
"Shalom, sha-a-a-lom"
"Goutons voir, oui oui oui, goutons voir...."
"Chiles verdes me perdiste, chiles verdes te dare...."
"Ay , yi, yi yi...in China they do it for Chili..."
"Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so..."
"Up the narrow strreet he strode, smiling proud and young...."

On and on.... on and on ... never a moment of cess, never the same phrase twice, never an ungenuine note,
never a false sentiment.  The vessels oscillated under the onslaught and ever Eisnerian aboard them gradually sank where they stoodf and rolled on the rich carpetd decks, succumbing to the madness of the too-quickly-opened mind.  THeywent mad each in their own way.  For Cruella, her last awareness was of the time, so long ago, when she had once, barely more than a child, felt a spark of love, and had offered it in vain to a young Disney delivery boy who provided daily comics to the homes in her neighborhood. <p> It had been the turning point of her heart, and the pain of that moment was the last memory she had as the self-reinforcing vibrations from the planet set her vessels very rafters into terminal vibrations that tore their molecular bonds apart, and the DIsney Fleet decomposed in seconds into a cloud of glittering Pixie Dust wafting idly downward on the soft gentle westron wind of Tern.