~At the Duke of Scottsborough's Wedding~
Dinosaur Type Fellow: Yeah! Bowl of punch! AWESOME!
Elemental: This is quite the festivity, wouldn't you agree, Wizzrobe?
Wizzrobe: Yes, but we really can't afford to get too involved. We have a mission here.
CHUMP-anzee: When do we do it?
Wizzrobe: Steve will start muttering as soon as the feast is over and the dancing starts. We'll have to subdue him then. Do you all remember your positions?
Wrange Tirk: 'Tis a bloody shame that so great a warrior be damned so.
Elemental: Necessary, though. He'll kill us all.
Narrator: They waited until the appropriate time. The second the music started, the Festivity Attenders stood up from the table.
All: We're going to the bathroom.
SteveT: Wha? At the same time?
Elemental: Yeah. We'd invite you, of course, but you're not entirely equipped.
Everyone else: *Whistles and walks away*
Narattor: Wizzrobe positioned himself on a balcony. Meanwhile, CHUMP-anzee, Wrange Tirk, Elemental, and Excalibur all moved to their places in a square around SteveT. They waited until the third song started, then simultaneously charged the table.
Excalibur: *from ten feet away* Ha ha! Villian, ye shall perish this day!
SteveT: Eh? *sigh* Knights and their need for attention....insecure if you ask me...
SteveT: *Stands up and looks around* Well, if that's how you're going to be...
Narrator: SteveT picks up the table he had been sitting at and throws it directly into Elemental, pinning him down. Wrange Tirk leaps forward with a mighty slash from his formerly concealed sword, but SteveT punches it out of his hand. Excalibur meanwhile leaps onto SteveT's back to restrain him, and is summarily thrown over the armor's shoulder. CHUMP-anzee unleashes a mighty swing from his ball-and-chain tail and wraps it around SteveT's leg. He succeeds in tripping the suit of armor. Tirk and Excalibur leap onto Steve and pin him down while Elemental struggles with the table. All the other Festivity Attenders pile on him as well.
Wizzrobe: Hold him still!
Tirk: Woe unto ye should thou faileth to subdue this beast with the utmost of speed, magician!
Excalibur: VERILY! No time to waste!
SteveT: Nah, take your time. It's no big deal.
Narrator: SteveT struggles, but Elemental finally arrives to help, and even his unnatural strength is not enough to save him.
Wizzrobe: *shoots a beam of magic*
SteveT: *just before the magic hits* I have been assaulted and betrayed by my former allies! I hereby swear revenge upon the Festivity Attenders and any organization that even remotely reminds me of them, regardless of whether or not the resemblence is actually there, because the Festivity Attenders were an original creation unlike any pre-existing groups of characters!
Narrator: But the magic beam hits him, and SteveT's body goes limp. The Festivity Attenders apologize for the commotion and drag their former ally out of the castle.
~One Month Later, in 16th Century Scottland~
Narrator: Once again, Wizzrobe stands before a lifeless suit of armor that looks a lot like SteveT.
CHUMP-anzee: So should we call it SteveT?
Elemental: I'd rather forget SteveT. He's a bit of a jerk.
CHUMP-anzee: Well, that's just because he didn't have a heart.
Elemental: Still, he's the opposite of SteveT. We'll call him.....TeevC!
Wizzrobe: I just hope I have enough magic left to get this armor animated.
Mimic MacShifter: Yeah, deactivating SteveT must've taken a lot out of you. Holding him still certainly wore the rest of us down.
CHUMP-anzee: Yeah, well, can you really blame him? I mean, I sure wouldn't want to be replaced.
Elemental: Indeed. I just hope this clockwork heart works.
Wizzrobe: It should, as long as you keep him standing up. If he lays down, the pendulum won't power the heart and--
TeevC *suddenly sits up*: HEY GUYS! I see all my best friends came to watch me be animated!
Wizzrobe: Dear Deities, what have I done?
*The Festivity Attenders are a fully original group not in any way related to or model after the Party Goers, with the exception of Wrange Tirk.