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And i wanted to share the translated version of the interview ! ( and i like he has some kinda story behind the interview. The extras will be on a reblog post.)

“If I didn’t have a heart of gold…”

Meeting within the walls of the prison with the one who likes to call himself a villain unique in style, intelligence and personality. A true emperor of crime, if it were not for the too much sensitivity that makes him hate violence and has prevented him on various occasions to get rid of the enemy Mickey, for now.

When it was decided to dedicate a volume - and a coin - to The Phantom blot, it was prudently placed towards the end of the series, in the belief that sooner or later the person concerned would be available for the ritual interview.

The reasoning did not make a wrinkle: more than six months would have been enough for him to try to pull off one of his famous shots, which would have been followed by the probable (not to say inevitable) arrest, and so it would have been easy to meet him in the cooler.

And instead, time has passed and no news of the lantitante Phantom blot has been heard.

That he had decided to take a long vacation or, even worse, to retire permanently from…business?

The only hope of not being forced to write with blank pages was placed in the major expert of the black character and his nemesis for sixty years, and that is Mickey. Who immediately reassured us. “No, Phantom Blot doesn’t know what the holidays are,” he said convinced.

“And as for the idea of retiring, I don’t think it ever even crossed his twisted mind. He’s not the type to sit on his hands, and even if he was, he’d never retire before he took me off the streets. He swore it to me… and he’s not the type to break his word.”

But then how did you explain him not talking about himself for so long? 

“He’s on a break,” sentenced Mickey. “he’s preparing a big score… and I know which one too!”

At the Mousetown Research Center, very advanced studies were underway on a device to make people invisible. Very secret studies, of course, but not for Phantom Blot, as revealed by an ingenious electronic bug system discovered by chance at the Center.

There was no doubt that he was the one who planted them.

“Invisibility has always been his dream,” Mickey said.

“And with that device, he’d have one that’s perfectly good, not the handcrafted one that gives him his black cloak in the night.”

the bug hadn’t been removed, so as not to put the Phantom blot on the forewarning so that we could catch him red-handed at the appropriate time. Which, unfortunately, wouldn’t be for a few months at the earliest. And to hasten the time was not even talked about it: even if it had been possible, an interview would hardly have been a sufficient reason to speed up the work.

I was already resigned to having to give up the interview when I had a dazzling idea. What if he just pretended to finish the job? A nice, exclusive benefit performance by Blot and his bugs and…

“And he’ll bite for sure, because he doesn’t know that we know that he knows!” exclaimed Mickey.

“Besides, if he has to act sooner than expected, he won’t have the time to get his plans right, and it’ll be easier to neutralize him. And there is another advantage: even if he gets away with it, he will have nothing to steal. But he won’t get away with it…”

Mickey was a good man (not that it took long: all the precedents were in his favor) and so here I am, in Mousetown prison, visiting the blackest black character in the Disney world.

Who receives me in his usual cell. I’d like to describe him, but how do you tell something you can’t see? The room, in fact, is in total darkness…

Interviewing an invisible subject is not the best, but taking notes in the dark is impossible…can’t you turn on a light?

PB: Yes, but then you’ll miss the right dark atmosphere.

Patience, I’ll work on my imagination.

PB: I hope you’ve had enough. Anyway, I’m keeping the cloak and hood. Without them, I wouldn’t be me anymore. Even the warden lets me wear them when I’m in jail. He has respect for my personality…

Me too, I assure you. You’ve always been my favorite negative character. The best villain. And don’t get me wrong, when I say “bad”…

PB: There’s no need to add anything else. I get it. On the other hand, how could you define me differently? Well, maybe instead of “bad,” you could use the term “evil.” I think it suits me better and is more exclusive. I’m the only one who’s evil, and the comic book pages are full of villains.

And no one remotely has my class. Not to mention style, intelligence and personality.

Modesty, on the other hand, is quite common among you criminals…

PB: If you think you’re funny, you’re very wrong. I’m not immodest, I’m just telling it like it is. I’m not the kind of guy who’s special, I’m not the kind of guy you’re looking for.

That’s what Floyd Gottfredson thought, too… 

PB: He’s designed me. You ever wonder why I made myself look so much like Walt Disney?

As a joke, if I’m not mistaken.

PB: Pff! That’s the official version. The truth is, he wanted to pay tribute to a great man by making him play a great character. And who could you find better than me? Walt and I have a lot in common.

Certainly not a criminal record.

PB: Obviously not. But we’re both geniuses.

With very different results, though. His career has been a little bit better than yours. Speaking of which, can you explain the long hole between your first compo, in 1939, and your return to action, in 1955? Sixteen years is a long time: what have you been doing in all that time?

PB: If you had that imagination you boasted about earlier, you wouldn’t ask me such a question. It’s obvious I’ve been in prison. Serving my long sentence and figuring out how to get revenge on the man who put me away. You should have known better. And if you’re really a fan of mine, you should know that I almost succeeded. I had a diabolical plan, a revenge so subtle that only I could have imagined it. Nothing crude, no direct violence. Mickey sabotaged himself with his own hands! I hope you publish the story of my return to the scene, so that readers will also appreciate my genius.

It’s the first of this volume, a real classic. You really missed nothing because you’re getting rid of your enemy. In this regard, can you explain me why, even though you had several times - and since your first encounter - the possibility to eliminate Mickey directly, you never did it?

PB: Because I’m too sensitive. I hate violence and I could never get my hands dirty. I wish I could. It would be so easy to just get the rat out of the way! But instead I’m forced to make deadly contraptions or studying very complicated subjects. Imagine that once, in order to get rid of my hated enemy, I managed to erase it from the mind of every inhabitant of Mousetown. Of course, as you can gather from my presence here, it didn’t help. Do you know what that crude Pete once said to me, who I often share a cell with? That without my good heart, I’d be the emperor of crime! I hate to do this, but I have to agree with him.

Yeah, if it hadn’t been Mickey in his way… He’s blacked you out plenty of times!

PB: Yeah ! That’s some low-rent humor. Why don’t you also say that it’s…stained my career? I don’t mind anyway, because I’m tenacious, me. I’ll never give up. I know what I’m worth, and I know the day will come when I can get rid of Mickey once and for all. That is, if luck doesn’t keep on helping him, of course. That nosy little chap’s always got a dose to envy even Gladstone.

You’re not saying that to console yourself? The way you’re putting it, it sounds like Mickey doesn’t deserve any credit for putting you in jail. I’ll grant you that sometimes he got away with it because your sensitivity prevented you from giving him the coup de grâce, but to say that he beats you regularly just because he’s lucky, seems too much.

PB: Is that what you think? Then let us examine this latest supposed success of the brilliant detective, the genius of investigators, the terror of criminals. Tsk! I was preparing a perfect score, according to a schedule studied in detail… and what happens? That those scientists realize much earlier than expected the invention that I was so interested in, thus forcing me into a hasty action that led to my arrest. Mickey was there waiting for me, but if I’d had time to make a proper plan, I’d have done it under his nose, always snooping around. Grrr! And you’re telling me he’s not lucky?

Well, yeah, maybe a little. I’ll grant you that it’s not his fault, but the case, if the microplashes you had installed at the Research Center were discovered. But he was the one who figured out you planted them and had the idea to leave them where they were so you wouldn’t get suspicious. And the fact that the invention was ready before its time is not a stroke of luck, but simply… false news.

PB: What?! You made that up. I don’t believe it!

And it hurts, because I know what I’m talking about. I’m the one who gave him the idea. I went to consult him to find a way to interview you… Hey! Why did you get up? You don’t want to…

PB: …hurt you? No! I hate violence, you know that. I just want to hug you to show my appreciation! You are living proof that Mickey beats me just because he is lucky. But do you realize? I ended up in jail because of an interview!

That we can continue…