Hell Triplet's (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel)

MAMMON'S MAGNIFICENT MUSICAL

[We start in a flashback where 15 year old Hound and Sable are walking in the Pride ring. Hound is kicking a can as they walk away.]

Sable: Hitman jobs?

Hound: No

Sable: Sex trafficking?

Hound: No! Why the hell are you so interested in my life all of the sudden?!

Sable: Because I'm pretty sure you are hiding something. For the last 7 years you have been coming to dinner either bruised or bloodied. You disappear for hours with no trace of you across all rings and servants have seen you talk to a shadowy figure. 

Hound: That is none of your damn business. What I do shouldn't fucking bother you. Leave me alone dude.

[They keep walking however as they pass a gang of young hellhounds who stare at them in anger, suddenly a bottle is thrown at them that splashes them both in a liquid.]

Sable: Hey!

Hound: What the fuck man?!

[The turn around and see a young black fur hellhound walking menacingly towards them.]

Young Hellhound: (Sarcastic) Oops. Guess I got confused with those pile of garbage over there. But hey close enough right?

[He and the rest of the gang start laughing. Hound tries to walk aggressively towards them but it's stopped by Sable.]

Hound: Really funny. Guess I also got confused when I shoved it right back up your ass!

Young Hellhound: Oooh the fancy lapdog can bark alright?

[The rest of the gang laugh with him.]

Sable: What's your problem dude?

Young Hellhound: (Confronts Sable) My problem is that you two think can just stroll here all high and mighty living in that big ass mansion of yours while our parents bust their asses in your rich daddy factories.

Hound: (Sarcastic) Great another jealous prick.

Young Hellhound: Jealous? Why would I jealous of the kids whose dad is nothing more than a greedy purse dog of hell's head honcho? You two are nothing but-

[Hound shuts him up by punching him the gut, slamming his face into the ground and kicking his head. The rest of the gang look in fear]

Hound: Get the fuck out of our sight.

[The rest of the gang grab their leader and run away in fear.]

Hound: Fucking dicks.

Sable: That was unnecessary Hound. (Hesitant) You don't think they are right about dad?

Hound: (Scoffs) Of course they are...

Sable: Hound! 

Hound: What?! We both know what nasty shit happens in that building, it wouldn't surprise me if he was as greedy as that fucker of M-

[The tense moment is cut short by a tv static scene that blocked the entire thing before the scene apparently fixes itself to the present where an explosion occurs as Mammon reappears on screen.]

Mammon: It's me, Mammon! And I'm here to announce the amazing new brand: the Angelus Mortis taser 2.0.

[A picture of taser is revealed. With a price tag of $2500.]