Ms. Frizzle was listening to something by a rap group as she lead the group to NYC, the WTC both reflecting the kinky sunlight.

"Why are we here?" Asked Arnold as he was scared that something might happen.

"We will be okay," said Carlos as he looked out the window to see several figures approaching.

"Ms. Frizzle..." said Dorothy as she fearfully cowered at the approaching figures. They were mostly male, but a few women were visible.

"Hey!" Said a female voice as she began attacking them all. They girl's name was Blaze and she was doing an excellent job at beating them up.