Me: Okay, so this might be a bit stupid, but I hope it's pretty okay.
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The night quickly falls, overpowering the streetlights. Shugazoom city is silent, except for the occasional beep from cars on the highways. The monkey team is also at rest, looking forward to the next day. Just one thing: back in Skeleton King's new palace,
Mandarin is being thrown in the dungeon. Surprised? Probably not.
Some of you? Just maybe. But you'll never guess why.
He tried to release a prison break on people and other life forms SK had captured. He had returned to his old self, minus his missing robotic parts. His voice had gone down a bit deeper; he was more innocent and refused to do evil tasks that would put his old city in danger.
Somehow, he was becoming good again.
Somehow, this seemed impossible.
Somehow, it was just that story that would create the tension of choosing sides for Mandarin. Not to mention Shugazoom city, who saw the dark monkey as a threat for a long while, and would probably not trust him due to his status as the dark apprentice of the Skeleton King.
Now, let's take a look at the next day…
"You little scrap! I knew you were no better than your precious ex-allies since day one. I am quite the actor, am I not?" Skeleton King sneered, looking at Mandarin.
Mandarin let out a low growl, but didn't respond otherwise.
"Oh, so you appreciate the new five-star jail interior? It will be splattered with blood- your blood- soon enough. Just the way I like it."
This time, the simian did not respond at all. He merely tried to sit up. His shackles were tight and small, barely an inch off the dusty ground.
His feet were tied down, too; it was hard to even move.
Skeleton King left the cells in silence, shutting the large metal entrance loudly, and shaking the cells like a small tremor.
"He does not understand… he did at one point, though." Mandarin sighed, remembering The Alchemist for a brisk moment.
"I see now that I have made a mistake, and how it was my fault the evil demons got out to attack the Alchemist." Mandarin's voice dropped.
Then he shouted to the guard about the next meal.
The guard waved his hand to a menu on the side of the well-decorated cell. It read: Every 4 months.
Mandarin groaned.
And the Monkey Team…
"HA! Beat you again, kid." Sprx laughed, turning off the screen.
"I was talking to Otto for-" Chiro tried to explain, but then Sprx continued to gloat.
He just sighed, and ignored the red monkey. Chiro sat up and went up to his room, taking a nap.
In other words, nothing had really happened much.