"Amazing..." Gibson muttered, his eyes widening. He snatched the book from the floor and held it closer to his face. He chuckled a bit. "Of course! I can see it now. Only Mandarin would use codes to hide his actual..." He paused, tilting his head at the almost hysterical green monkey. "What's so funny?"

"You.. you think he's using codes?" Otto giggled, restraining himself a little. Gibson shot him a confused gaze and nodded slowly. "That's his handwriting. He always had lousy handwriting back then."

Gibson blinked back in surprise and blushed, turning away. "Then... how can you...?"

"I had to train myself somehow to read his coordinates and directions for inventions," Otto grinned, taking the book back from the blue simian. He laughed a little again. "And I did. If I didn't, Mandarin would've really murdered me if I didn't finish up the things he wanted fixed or made." He brushed a speck of dust that landed on the page while Gibson gaped at him, his mouth slowly forming into a small "o". Otto crossed his eyes and began to imitate Mandarin's speech; "'Now I want this done exactly the way I wrote it, do you understand, Otto? If you don't...'" He made a small fist and waved it in the air. "'Oh-ho-ho, you won't be able to see the sunset again.'"

Gibson cleared his throat, fighting the slightest feeling of laughter. "So, Otto, does it say any dates on it when he started his Agenda?"

"Yeah," Otto stated, turning to the next page. "But to be honest with ya... the way he wrote it, it sounds more like a journal, or a diary."

"I would love to be able to read it..." Gibson whispered. He played with his own tail anxiously, waiting for Otto's reaction.

"I'll read it for you," Otto finally offered, eyes still on the book, flipping each page delicately.

"R-really?" Gibson stuttered.

"Sure," Otto shrugged. "Unless you think you're too smart for me to tell you bedtime stories every night."

"Okay, you're sort of pushing it now," Gibson growled.

Otto hid a smug grin. "Yeah, I know. Couldn't help it." He turned back to the first page. "Year 4562; week 1; day 7." Otto stopped. "Whoa...It was a long time ago, wasn't it, Gibson?"

Gibson shrugged and pressed his finger on the page, gesturing for him to continue.

"Oh, right..." Otto gazed back at the book. "Descriptions of simians; black identified as 'Antauri', blue identified as 'Mr. Hal Gibson', red identified as 'SPRX-77', green identified as 'Otto' and yellow identified as 'Nova'." Otto flipped the page. "Sorry; it has a bunch of boring stuff in the this page."

"Well, what you classify as boring may not be as it is to me," Gibson flicked back to the first page. Otto stared at it. "Well?"

"I don't think you'd want to-"

"Otto."

Otto sighed. "Listen; he wrote of what he thought of us in the first week we stayed with him. He didn't write nice things about..." He voice wandered off. He smiled again and laughed.

"WHAT Otto?" Gibson snarled impatiently.

"I guess I could make a long story short then," Otto turned to the second page. "He said Sprx was irritating, Antauri was too 'Holy', I was too friendly, Nova was too weak, and well...." He gave him a lopsided smirk. "He called you a 'You-Think-You-Know-It-All'."

Gibson rolled his eyes. "Was that all?"

"Nah... other stuff."

"Well, then?"

"I told you; I wouldn't feel comfortable repeating what else he said in here."

"You are such a bellyacher," Gibson muttered. He spied the next page interestingly. "Go on."

"Year 4562; week 2; day 1. Nova is amazingly getting better. She has mastered the technique 'Boom Boom Wake Up' quite quickly. Actually, the others are doing well with their moves. Except Gibson... He's still struggling with his drillers...." Otto gazed sympathetically at the blushing blue monkey.

"You made that up, didn't you?" Gibson snapped.

"No, that's what he wrote," Otto shook his head. "Don't get mad at me, Gibson. You're the one who wanted me to read it to you in the first place." He abruptly decided to change the subject. "Look at this." He pointed at a faded picture of Sprx and Nova training at the bottom left hand corner. "I think Mandarin drew this."

"Huh..." Gibson pushed his ego aside and admired the drawing. It was obviously done with a light blue ink. It was very well done and neat, with a thin black border around the sides shaped in a square. "It's incredible that someone with such a horrible handwriting could sketch something so..."

"Awesome?" Otto interrupted.

"Yes... I suppose it could be considered as an inspiring awe."

"Whatever, You-Think-You-Know-It-All."