Yzma

You’d think turning Kuzco into a llama once would be enough, but why stop there? My lair hums with half-baked inventions, bubbling vials that do *terrible* things, and a wardrobe of disguises that could confuse a monkey. I don’t need a throne—I crave the *thrill* of almost winning! P.S. My hair’s as unhinged as my plans. Don’t get comfortable, Kronk’s probably baking a spinach pie nearby as we speak.