"Come-on! It-will-be-fun!"

"Rev, please, don't give me a headache tonight," Tech said staring rather blankly as Rev persisted in his attempt to persuade him. His friend Rev had bugged him continuously about the festival being held tonight and tomorrow at Central Park ever since he found out about it, . . . when did he find that flyer again? Man, he had ignored his ranting so long he had forgotten to pay attention and remember any useful details. Oops.

"And-then-we-can,…we-can,…ummm. Is-there-anything-I'm-missing? I-think-I-covered-everything-at-the-fair."

"Rev, why don't you have one of the others go with you?"

Humph. "Well, if-you-weren't-cramped-in-this-stuffy-room-all-the-time-you-would-know-that-the-others-have-their-own-things-to-do-tonight," he stated, this time trying another approach to get his friend to go to the fair with him even if he had to make him angry enough to chase him there. Rev silently laughed at the thought of him slowing down just so Tech could keep visual contact.

"Hardy ha, Rev, but no, I'm not going."

"Bully."

That little whisper did it, somehow. "REV!"

"Sometimes I really hate that cocky bird." Tech was sitting on one of the many benches situated in the park. Rev, that idiot, actually managed to get him here. "Oh, brother." He was never going to hear the end of this; Rev was forever going to hang this over his head. He watched that trickster, his blight but still constant friend, riding that same ride for the umpteen time and it was only a little after nine in the night. "Jeez." They had only been there about twenty minutes. It was going to be a long, oh so very long, night.

She watched the people pass by the bench were she sat, faces content in their lives for a moment. She was happy for them; no big concerns seemed to be worrying them now but she knew there had to be a few hiding their woes. Sigh. She felt her scruff tingle again from her frayed thoughts and worries, alerting her distracted mind back to the situation at hand. That lady was going to try it, make her name known and they were going to stop it; there were too many at stake. But even with two speeders to evacuate the area and eventually police involvement, will it be enough? The gizmo in her jacket's pocket vibrated; it sensors had picked up a peculiar wavelength, a particular wavelength she had been dreading but expecting. The machine was revving up. That fruitloop of a lady had set the timer and was likely making her escape but she and Skid had to worry about these people. She fidgeted with her lower, third earring on her right ear with her left paw, signaling to Skid to give his fellow roadrunner the letter. They had to begin soon. She would not have set the timer for long.

Rev felt dizzy. Even after a few years of crime fighting and his own unnatural speed, he still had become dizzy from riding that ride so many times which just made him laugh even more.

"Jeez, Rev. You look drunk."

"Yeah, with happiness." Rev laughed harder. He couldn't resist. His friend's face called for it.

"You're insane. Come on, you really should sit down. It looks like you're going to keel over." He motioned to his previous seat a few yards back.

"Sure." Rev swung his arm over his friend's shoulder and swaggered wobbly to the bench. "Nice night for a fair, huh?"

"Don't you get enough of this normally? In fact, these rides don't even go nearly as fast as you. Why do you enjoy them?"

"I can be lazy sometimes, can't I? I…" Rev paused. What was that? He thought he had felt, . . . something. On instinct, he felt his back, surprised to find something. "Hey, Tech. Looks like something got stuck to my back. Can you get it off or something?" He twisted his neck to try and see what it was, his arms flailing stupidly towards the scrap of paper.

"Huh?" Tech looked at his friend. A piece of paper, ripped edges and folded over sloppily. "Just a piece of paper. You think it's a kick-me sign, 'cause that would be pretty funny?"

"Ha ha ha. Don't tell me you put it there?" Rev's face suddenly got worried. "I haven't been wearing it all day have I?"

"I didn't put it there." Tech looked at it closer; writing was on it saying something about a, . . . a. "Oh, c—come on Rev, we have to go!"

"But!"

"NO BUTTS!" With that, he dragged Rev away quickly.