[Charlie enters Poppy's Theater, wearing landmine equipment]
Poppy:
You're late. Why are you still wearing that?
Charlie:
Until you get rid of the perimeter landmines, I'll keep wearing the suit, thank you very much.
Poppy:
Scaredy-cat. Shut up and sit down. Let's go!
[Poppy turns on the stage lights, revealing Elton John]
Charlie:
'Crocodile Rock', please.
Elton John:
Fuck you!
[Poppy zaps Elton with the collar around his neck]
Poppy:
Hey, hey, Elton. Language. Okay, well, as fabulous as your catalogue is, I think I want to hear some Gershwin.
[Elton sighs and plays the piano]
Charlie:
I still can't believe you got away with kidnapping Elton John.
Poppy:
I know! But with Valentine abducting those celebrities, it seemed silly not to take advantage of the confusion.
Charlie:
Shit! Has Elton got the blue rash?
Poppy:
Lights.
[Elton stops playing the piano as the theater lights turn on]
Poppy:
Hey, Elton, have you been a bad boy again?
[Elton shakes his head as Poppy approaches the stage]
Poppy:
You're lying. Look at your hands.
[Elton notices the blue rash on his hands]
Elton John:
What is it?
Poppy:
It's proof that my plan is gonna work. It's also the first sign of a slow and horrible death. Don't worry, I can fix it. Tell me who you parties with.
Elton John:
[sighs]
It was Angel.
Poppy:
Huh, not very angelic. Gonna have to clip his wings.
