The Tick could not run nearly as fast as Aussie Ozzie: the Koala Chaser, and naturally Aussie Ozzie could not jump up to a plane. Still it was necessary that the both head into pursuit of the ghostly armor. Always a man to fancy himself an improvisor the Tick came up with a plan. Aussie Ozzie was not fond of the plan of the Tick throwing him at the armor, so he conconted his own scheme.

"Crikey, I've bloody got it."

"My wild and crazy friend lay it on me!"

"You grab me and jump and I will swing my bola at that plane, we will be able to swing after the armor like that arachnid fella in New York."

"Can't say his name you see. Copyrights and all." the Tick said as if he were talking to a camera. "Let's go Aussie, or do I call you Ozzie?"

The Tick grabbed Aussie Ozzie and bounded into the air. Swinging a bola while hurdling into the air was harder than Aussie Ozzie had thought but he managed to loop it around the wing of an oncoming plane with the image of Pineapple Pokapo on the side.

"WHOOOAAA!" the Tick and Aussie Ozzie screamed as the plane dragged them closer and closer to the escaping Ghost Armor.

"Now what?" Aussie Ozzie shouted as the loomed behind the fleeing Romans.

"We jump!" the Tick shouted releasing his grip on Aussie Ozzie and freefalling towards the group.

"I've got to be bloomin' crazy!" Aussie Ozzie pulled his bola back and fell after the Tick.

The Tick grabbed at the helmet of the closest Centurion a wrestled it to the ground as the rest of the armor kept going. " I can't make heads or tails of this." he said holding the disembodied head of the armor.

"Tick!" Arhtur shouted still being swept away by the armor.

"Oh yeah! I forgot!" he shouted, "Coming Arthur!"

The Tick chased after the armor unaware that just above him Aussie Ozzie was plummeting to the streets below.

In a desperate last ditch attempt, Aussie Ozzie whipped his bola at a nearby building.