After defeating every evil person in the arena, Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo sat on his new throne, wearing a crown and cape. Nobody knew where they even came from.
Don patch went up to him with the innocent face of a small child, followed by General Jelly Jiggler, who wasn't really a general anymore.
"Mr. Bobobo, how'd you do it?"
"Yeah, how'd you do it, Mr. Bobobo? Wait, I'M NOT A GENERAL ANYMORE?"
"WAIT, WEREN'T THEY THERE?" Shrieked Beauty, in one of her signature freak outs.
Bobobo turned his head to the side and smirked. "Heh, wouldn't you like to know?"
"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? THEY'RE OVER THERE, YOU TURNED YOUR HEAD THE WRONG WAY!"
Beauty groaned and put her hand on her forehead. Gasser put his arm around her shoulders and slumped down, suddenly dressed in a cheap tourist shirt and banana boxers.
"I think we should just relax and take a break from being tsukkomi, or 'the straight man,' for you non-Japanese readers."
Beauty blushed. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Gascan. Hey, where'd you get the shirt?"
"What are you talking about? What the… where did this come from? Ah well, I gotta go find the bathroom."
"Good luck with that!" Beauty called after him as he walked away.
As Gasser walked away from the group, currently containing Bobobo, Don Patch, Jelly Jiggler, Softon, Beauty, and him, he wondered for a moment where Dengaku and Hatenko went.
'Oh, yeah,' he thought. 'Hatenko went on an errand and Dengaku was thrown about 150 miles north by Mr. Bobobo-san.'
He went behind the arena and stopped short as he reached the other side. He let out a yell as he saw a huge monster in front of him.
Beauty was watching the antics of the weirdoes in front of her when she heard a loud scream.
"That sounds like Gascan!"
She looked at Bobobo and realized he wouldn't come quickly enough. He was slowly climbing down the ladder of his tall throne as Don Patch and Jelly Jiggler were slowly sliding a small pool of piranhas under him with mischievous looks on their faces. Softon was preoccupied with a piranha that had gotten loose and was trying to eat his creamy, pink face.
Beauty ran behind the arena and grabbed Gasser's arm. "What is it, Gascan? What happened?"
She looked at his extremely pale face and followed his eyes to a giant shadow, almost taller than the arena. It was the darkest shade of black known to man, with blinding, white, glowing eyes, looking directly at her and Gasser.
"How did I not notice that?" She said in a weak attempt at her usual freaking-out.
Shadow looked at the two young Chosen in front of him. Yes, he saw now why Master chose them. Despite one being mostly inexperienced and the other completely so, they had potential, passion, and persistence. He could tell by just looking at them.
The Shadow Kingdom could use them. He readied himself for what was about to happen, and read them in his special way to be sure they were ready for what he was about to do.
They were definitely fit to hold the Blessed Curse. Without another thought he pounced.