Crowley (SPN) & Mr. Gold
Crowley was tickled pink. For starters, between him, Gold and Stark (along with Queen who he was sure was wandering around here somewhere), the combined wealth in the park was significantly higher than most of the countries in the United Nations.
And they were all wearing personalized mouse ears.
That was the thing that Arthur and Stark never understood. Business wasn't personal, it was merely a job and the money behind it. He bore no personal ill will, merely a committment to his company and shareholders.
You made deals, and you kept them. And he had promised them success.
Right now, however, he had promised himself a churro. "Gold, be a lamb and tell me when you see a vendor, would you?"