The Venture Bros.

The Monarch:
Phew. We almost lost one of our agents. Granted his specialty is pretty limited, but he's an irreplaceable element of my sexy new plan to destroy Dr. Venture!

Dr. Girlfriend:
What plan?

The Monarch:
Oh... well. It was supposed to be a surprise. For you. For Christmas.

Dr. Girlfriend:
Killing your arch-enemy on Christmas Eve, that's a gift for me?

The Monarch:
Well, I got you some stocking stuffers too...

Dr. Girlfriend:
Unbelievable! The selfishness!

The Monarch:
Well you hate him too! Or were you just lying on our first date!?

Dr. Girlfriend:
(groan) So, what's the big plan?

The Monarch:
Hah! I'm glad you asked! Behold!! (a scale model of the Venture Compound rises from the ground) Tiny Joseph has managed to slip into the Venture Compound and cleverly booby-trap it. At the strike of midnight, Dr. Venture will place his precious porcelain baby Christ in its manger, oh, and when he does, it will set off a series of explosions that will deck his halls with bowels of Venture!

Dr. Girlfriend:
(sighs)

The Monarch:
What?

Dr. Girlfriend:
That model was supposed to be a surprise.

The Monarch:
(sheepishly)...I peeked.