Skydiving.
The Blanket decided that even the name was not appealing. Being that it had a 'y' in it and two 'i's'. Ninja was, however, revelling in the pre-skydivingness of being up in a plane way too far from the planet earth. In other words: Ninja's idea of fun was thrilling things... and today skydiving fell into that category.
"I am not hurling myself out of a plane in the general direction very firm terra firma." Said The Blanket.
This earnt him an eye roll and not much else.
"No earthly power is going to get me out of this plane." He tried.
"My boot?" The sentiment behind this particular statement was enough to quiet The Blanket somewhat. At least to a soft indignation and a gentle whinge, which was a great relief for Ninja. There was only so much this Evil Genius could stand before he jumped out of the plane, straped to a parashute or not.
"I don't see why your spending our Evil Funds on extravagant suicide missions..." The Blanket was trying reason, since bitching and crying had not gotten him very far.
"Training!" Pronounced Ninja, stabbing the air with one little finger, looking a lot to the Blanket like a short Facist dictator in spandex... "It is certain that we will eventually need to pull a stormtrooper deal on one of our Evil Plots."
"Yeeeees. I can see where your coming from." The Blanket grudgingly admitted. "Still, I find this all a little dangerous.Can't we just hire proffessionals, should we need stormtrooperness?" He tried his best puppy dog look.
"Your jumping out of this plane." Ninja looked at The Blanket with the look he got when he was about to arm wrestle his little brother for the last piece of pizza.
The Blanket knew that look. And he knew then that he was jumping out of the plane...
"Fine." The Blanket crossed his arms. "I''ll just go listen to my cheerful death song shall I?"
Ninja sighed. If The Blanket fell out the open door on accident without a parashute it wouldn't really be murder. Right? He opened his mouth to say something earth-shattering and philosophical about the shortness of life and how it linked to skydiving and shutting the hell up. But just at this moment Ninja's cell phone went off. The ring tone was the car horn from the Dukes of Hazzard; and, not for the first time, The Blanket thought that if he ever got hold of that phone it was going into the nearest toilet.
Ninja had a brief conversation with whomever was on the other end. He turned back to The Blanket. "Can't skydive today." He said.
"Oh, bummer." The Blanket replied.
"I know...Its a major bummer!"
"You do understand the concept of sarcasm, don't you?"
Ninja sighed. "We have to go back down."
"Not like I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth our anything, but, um, why?"
Ninja smiled an impossibly evil little smile.
"Oh lord..." Said The Blanket.
"Because its time to take over the world!" Ninja threw his arms in the air.
The Blanket raised an eyebrow. "Are you waiting for trombones and trumpets and your own theme song, or for the makers of Pinky and The Brain to come kick your ass for plagerism?"
Ninja's shoulder slumped and he emited a low humming sound that made The Blanket wonder if Ninja had suddenly been possed by the ghost of washing machines past.
"Like I said." Ninja forced the words out through clenched teeth. "Its..time..to..take..over..the..world."
"Plagarist."
"ARRRGERAHHH!!!!!!"