Danni brought Don to The Home for Captured Freaks. It was a large prison-like containment center where they put people from the Race Union in when they were captured. And sadly, Carrie and Devin were two of those people.

They snuck in through the ventilation system until Danni pulled a small knob in the wall and a door opened behind a heater.

"Come on," Danni crawled out with Don right behind her, "This way."

Danni went to the cell at the very end of the hall. Don gasped when he saw Carrie and Devin sleeping inside. They both looked beaten up and exhausted.

"Mom! Dad!," Danni whisper-shouted.

"Who is it?," Carrie asked groggily.

"It's me, Danni! I brought someone to see you!"

"Carrie? Devin? What happened to you guys?," Don asked.

They both shot up when they heard Don's voice. Devin walked over to the door and glared at him ,"What are you doing here, traitor?!"

"What?"

Carrie got up as well, "Why would you bring him here?," she turned to Danni and smiled motherly, "And tuck in your shirt, sweety, you look sloppy."

Danni tucked her sweater in and continued speaking, "But mom, he remembers! Just like all the stuff you guys told me!"

Devin kept glaring at Don, "Not possible! He's the one who put us in this Home for Captured Freaks in the first place. And just because he's afraid we'll tell everyone he used to be a Race Union operative!"

Don couldn't believe it, 'I locked up two of my best operatives?'

"Devin, listen to me. I'm not that Don and I didn't do any of that! Yesterday I was leader of the Race Union, and when I woke this morning I was suddenly President of the United States!"

He noticed Don's baldness, "You used to have great hair too. What happened? Did Tom and Jen go on vacation?"

'What is with these people and my hair?!,' Don thought to himself.

"I'm serious! Ask me anything about the Race Union!"

Carrie looked at him flatly, "Alright then. Who was substitute leader when you had to go on important missions?"

"Sanders."

"Where is the Negative Star Energy Containment Center located?"

"Antarctica."

"When did Junior join the Race Union?"

"You two snuck him into the dome base and taught him how to wield his Star Energy when his dad said he didn't think he was suited for it."

"Who had a crush on MacArthur?"

"Brody. Everybody knows that," the other operatives always said that when Brody's crush was acknowledged.

Carrie smiled, "It's him."

Suddenly, the sound of several footsteps came down the hall. Danni quickly hid in the entrance hole until a pair of hands covered her mouth and pulled her in.

Vice President Dwayne walked down the hall with Sanders and MacArthur right behind him, "Don! Where have you been?! You couldn't leave a note or pick up a phone or something?! And what in the world happened to your hair?!"

"Oh, hello Dwayne," Devin crossed his arms.

"I told you not to call me that, you freaks! I am Vice President of the United States. Now the President has a bill to sign," Vice President Dwayne grabbed Don by the arm, "After a quick visit with Tom and Jen."

Carrie quickly grabbed Don's other arm and whispered into his ear, "Don, go to the Washington Monument. It can take you home."

"Wha- -?"

"Don't listen to that nut job, Don," Vice President Dwayne pulled him away, "Can you imagine? Us as Race Union operatives? I mean, we don't even have any of that weird magic stuff. Then again, who would want to?"

'The others must've somehow lost their powers and their memories.'

Don laughed nervously, "Yeah, weird. Uh, hey, do you mind if I hit the bathroom before we sign that bill?"

Vice President Dwayne looked at him sternly, "Keep this 'going to the bathroom' thing up, and we'll have to start calling you John!," he burst out laughing at his own bad joke.

"Haha, yeah, funny," Don walked to a bathroom door on the other side of the hall. Sanders and MacArthur followed him, "I'll take it from here, girls."

Don leaned against the bathroom door, "I've gotta get out of here!"

He opened the window so he could climb out, but another secret service agent was standing right outside, "Need assistance, mr. President?"

"Uh, no no, I was just, uh, getting some fresh air in here."

"Shall I call in an air freshening squad, sir?"

"No thanks!," Don closed the window, "What am I supposed to do now?"

He was interrupted from his thoughts when loud sounds of fighting came from the hallway.

Then it stopped.

Don cautiously walked towards the door, "Uh, Dwayne?"

Suddenly, the door swung open and Don fell in the toilet.

"Come on, Don, let's go!," Veronica had kicked the door down.

"Jessie? What are you- -?," she grabbed him by his collar and looked him in the eye.

"First of all, DON'T CALL ME JESSIE! And second, we're getting you out of here!," she pulled him out of the room.

The rest of the Race Union, including Danni, were in the hallway with their energy blasters and Sanders and MacArthur were unconscious on the floor.

"Where's Dwayne?," Don noted the absence of the Vice President.

"Ok boys!," Don turned around and saw General Stephanie and Corporal Ryan at the end of the hall with several other soldiers, "Get back the President from those kidnappers!," General Stephanie ordered.

The soldiers charged. Natalie quickly pulled out a small lemon with a watch and a wire strapped to it and threw it towards the soldiers. It landed in front of the general, "Hey, what's that?"

Devin smirked, "You don't remember, Stephanie? That's a..."

[Race Union L.E.M.O.N.A.D.E.]

Lemony

Explosive

Makes

Outstanding

Noise

And

Dowses

Enemies

"Oh crud."

The L.E.M.O.N.A.D.E. went off and the general, the corporal and the soldiers were hit with the sour substance that is lemon juice. Their mouths puckered up and their eyes burned.

"It's so sour!"

"It went up my nose!"

The Race Union used this distraction to make their getaway.

"Move it!," Veronica ordered as they ran.

"Wait for me!," Don said, lagging behind.

At the exit door, two guards were standing and whistling a tune.

Ethan took them out with his blaster, "There's the exit!"

"Cover me while I set the charges!," Natalie ran over to it.

Don walked over to the leader, "So, Veronica, why did you finally decide to help me?"

"I realized you were Don Adora when you cut off your hair. There's nothing that could've made my real boss do that," Veronica smiled, "But wow, how cool would it be if you were the President?"

Don smiled, "Well, if I was your boss, I'd be very proud. And I'm sure your parents would've been too."

Veronica smiled.

"Do you two wanna have a sappy cheesy time picnic, or do you wanna bust out of this joint?!," Steven reminded them.

The door fell down like a drawbridge and everyone ran out.

"Look! Over there!," Don pointed up ahead where the Washington Monument stood.

"Carrie told me the Washington Monument could get me home!"

"You heard Don, let's move!," Veronica led the others towards the monument.

Back inside, General Stephanie had finally unpuckered her lips. She took a deep breath and then ordered, "AFTER THEM!"

Don and the Race Union arrived at the Washington Monument. On the front of it was a large door.

"We made it," Don looked up at the monument in confusion, "But how is this thing going to get me home?"

Veronica pushed the door open and everyone followed her inside. There many computer screens and control panels.

"Whoa," Tyson gasped in awe, "It's a- -It's a spaceship!"

"Not exactly, kid."

Don gasped. Vice President Dwayne was sitting in the very front.

"It's more of a dimensional travel machine," he continued, "But yes, Don, it can take you home. Weapons please," the Race Union quickly dropped their energy blasters.

Vice President Dwayne walked towards them, "You don't belong here, Don Adora. The only thing I can figure, is that the real President Adora is trapped in some parallel dimension. Or maybe Hoboken. Regardless, I'll send you back to your world, and hopefully he'll come back to ours."

Don looked at her confused, "So, you're letting me go?"

"Yes," Vice President Dwayne placed a familiar piece of paper on the table in front of him and held up a pen, "Just sign The Bill Of No Rights To Race, and I'll send you back."

"I can't do that, Dwayne! I would be dooming these kids!"

"So what do you care?! Once your back home, this will all just be a bad dream! So just sign the bill and get out of here!"

...

...

...

"I. Said. No."

Vice President Dwayne threw him outside, "You always have to be so stubborn! Sign the bill before we make you sign it! Look around you, you're surrounded!"

Several tanks had surrounded the monument.

Don tried to get up, but he bumped into someone. He looked up and saw Emma and Kitty.

"Mr. President, as one of your most trusted advisers, I highly recommend signing the bill," Emma glared.

"No! I won't!," he bumped into General Stephanie and Corporal Ryan.

"Don't sign it. Then I get to kick your butt before I make you sign it!," the general threatened.

"N-no! I can't sign," he bumped into Veronica.

"Just sign the bill and go home, Don. We'll all be ok, I promise. Save yourself," Veronica told him.

Don's eyes widened. Veronica, the current leader of the Race Union, daughter of Jacques and Josee, who both almost never gave up, was willing to lose the Race Union forever and possibly get arrested, just to help him go home.

'I don't care what anyone else thinks about us. We know in our hearts what we're fighting for. And we may be freaks, but we're freaks with wings, weapons and Star Energy. And you know what, I'd rather be a good freak than an evil normie!'

Don remembered the speech he gave when the Race Union was first created.

Don stood up with his arms at his side, "No. I will never betray the Race Union. Even if I never get to go home again."

Vice President Dwayne frowned and put the bill away, "That's too bad."

"All troops ready to fire in three...," General Stephanie spoke into her walkie talkie.

The kids looked at Don with great concern on their faces. Don looked back at them and smiled sadly. He saluted to them.

"Two..."

They all smiled and saluted back.

"ONE! FIRE!"

All of the tanks fired up into the air and they all targeted Don.

Don closed his eyes and smiled to himself, 'Guess I was good for something after all.'

"AAAHHH!"

Don woke up screaming in a hospital bed. He stopped when he realized he wasn't at the monument anymore. He looked around and realized he was in a hospital room with one bed and a few tables. He felt the top of his head and realized his hair had grown back. But that was the least surprising thing to him right now.

"Where am I?"

"Race Union Moon Base Hospital."

Don looked towards the doorway and saw Bridgette, one of the operatives from the other Race Union team. She was in her doctor's coat and carrying a clipboard. She smiled and walked over.

"Some of your teammates brought you here after you were knocked out by one of the Toiletnator's potty bombs."

"How long have I been out?"

Bridgette shrugged and wrote something on her clipboard, "Meh. Only about half an hour or so."

"But that's impossible! It had to be longer than that! I was in some other world where I was the President! And they wanted me to sign a bill that would destroy the Race Union! It was a test or something!"

Bridgette stared at him wide-eyed, startled by his outburst. After a few seconds she finally said, "You need better hair than that to be President. Come on," she helped him out of bed, "Let's go get some fruit and veggies for you to get your strength back up."

"But it wasn't a dream! It was more than that!," Don continued as they walked out of the room.

"I'd say Don performed well, don't you think?"

"He's not ready yet. Proceed with the test. But discontinue use of the Happy Headband to influence his dreams. I don't want him catching onto us.

Yet."

End Transmission