Dentist!

Sucrose: The Sucrose demand to know where the one called Dentist is. You will speak! Jonathan: He's around here somewhere. We are his charming associates. Mike: Yes! Also, we are kind of dumb and get mind controlled all the time. The Dentist: Greetings, everyone! How are your teeth? Jonathan: Ace! Sucrose: You are The Dentist! DECAY! DECAY! Mike: I am a journalist!