“I don’t know much about Maleficent or the rest of ‘em.” The meerkat admitted. “They keep mostly to themselves, like I said, in City Hall. They’ve been too quiet to follow. One day they just showed up here, around the time ol’ Oturo croaked. Oturo was the old mayor who, eh, met an early end if you know what I mean.” Timon had always linked the Organization with Oturo Heirwidthal’s death, but now that he thought about it, it could have been Maleficent’s as well. He wondered… “But after takin’ over City Hall she said she was the new order in this city and everyone that apposed her would be pushin’ daisies. No one can fight her with all those thorns blockin’ City Hall but… She ain’t done much to enforce any laws since the city was swallowed in that Darkness stuff.”

He turned his glance away from Wolf and to the salt and pepper shakers resting on the table. If only he could somehow get back inside City Hall, listen in on her planning, and snoop through the cities records. Well, at least try to. One could only get so far when it came to such a task and could not read.