Who Ate Count Bleck's Pie?

[Dimentio is holding a lit match very close to his mask. His eyes sparkle with mischief. He laughs quietly to himself. Count Bleck slams the door open. Dimentio hastily hides the matchbook behind his back.]

Dimentio: Eh heh... What can I do for you Count Bleck?

Count Bleck: Dimentio... I know what you've done...

Dimentio: And what would that be, hmm?

Count Bleck: Tell me now, and I might be merciful.

Dimentio: Like a toddler with his hand in the cookie jar, you've caught me. I confess that I've been reading all of your diaries. Did you know that Nastasia has a huge crush on you?

Count Bleck: Eh, what?! No no, that's not what I meant. [sighs and pinches the bridge of his nonexistent nose] Count Bleck demands to know if you have unjustly taken his pie. [points angrily]

Dimentio: Oh no no no. Wasn't me. Of course... I might be lying, and I might not be.

Count Bleck: Bah! If it wasn't any of my minions, then who could it be?! Nastasia is far too well-behaved for such things.

Dimentio: Why don't you talk to her anyway? She might have seen something, and I doubt she'd forget. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something else to do. [prepares to leave]

Count Bleck: [spotting the matchbook and snatching it away] You know you're not allowed to play with fire.

Dimentio: Hmph. You're no fun. Well, I suppose I shall have to entertain myself in an even more devious way. Ciao~! [teleports away]

[Count Bleck facepalms]