"Put the Super Time Magic Ball back right now! What you're doing will destroy the world!"
Time shouted anxiously. At first, his tone had been arrogant and imperious—after all, he was the master of time. Now, however, it had become almost pleading.
Nothing could happen to the Super Time Magic Ball. If anything went wrong with it, not only would he die, but the world would be destroyed as well.
"I took the Super Time Magic Ball precisely to protect the world, because you can't keep it safe. In fact, someone will be coming to steal it very soon."
Something occurred to Andrew, and he said with a peculiar expression, "One of them is even an old acquaintance of yours. Honestly, you have some pretty bizarre tastes."
"Someone's coming to steal the Super Time Magic Ball? An old acquaintance of mine? Uh, what does that have to do with my tastes?"
Time was puzzled. Then he said, "You only succeeded because I wasn't prepared. If I had been on guard, no one could have taken the Super Time Magic Ball."
"What if the person coming to steal it is the Red Queen?"
Andrew asked with a smile. This was the most unbelievable aspect of the movie: an ancient super lifeform was actually the Red Queen's devoted lapdog. Her head was extraordinarily large, and her temper was extraordinarily foul.
"The Red Queen? She's coming to steal the Super Time Magic Ball? How is that possible?"
Time cried out in disbelief. Andrew snapped his fingers, and the oil painting appeared again. With his command of the Power of Time, Time naturally knew whether the painting was genuine. His expression immediately twisted with fury.
"Who dared turn my darling into a bug? I'll kill him!"
Time roared. Andrew inwardly rolled his eyes and