Now Randy needs help from his previous arch nemeses to fix every thing. But will Viceroy be willing to cooperate if it means letting the good guys win?

Me and Howard walk slowly down the street at a snails pace, lifting our legs really, really slowly.

"Remind me again Howard why we're walking in slow mo?" I ask.

"It's for the effect," he whispers back.

I sigh and walk normally and Howard has to run to catch up with me.

"Oh come on," he begs,"I get to do ONE awesome thing and I don't get to walk in slow mo? What kind of world are we living in?"

"A ruined one," I look straight forward as I speak.

Howard processes what I just said. "Oooh. Right."

We reach down-town Norrisville no problem at all. But as we near McFist industries, the real trouble begins. There a robo-panther-whatevers patrolling every street around the pyramid shaped building. We crouch down behind a dumpster. OK, I've already established that we won't be waltzing in through the front door so we're gonna need another way into Viceroy's lab. Almost as if he's reading my mind, Howard says,"How about an air vent?"

"Howard, that only happens in the movies-" but I stop as Howard points out a vent in the side of the building. "Oh. What were the chances of that?"

We sneak out from behind the bin and make our way to the vent as stealthily as we can.

"Now Howard, if we're careful and keep quiet the robots will never guess we're here." I whisper.

Suddenly, every robotic head turns to us.

"Oh," says Howard,"I forgot to mention. They have really really good hearing."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier you shoob! Now run!" I shove him forward and we sprit as fast as we can to the wall with a flood of robo-things chasing us. Howard beats me to the vent. He throws it open and try's to squeeze through but he gets stuck.

"Howard you numb skull! You should have let me get in first! Now suck in your gut!" I order. A robot nears and I throw a ring at it and it collapses but more charge at us.

Howard sucks in his stomach and I push him from behind. With a final heave he pops through and I dive into the narrow opening as the first robot leaps at me. The panther-robo thing try's to fit its paw into the vent but its too big.

"Ha! Hahaha!" I laugh a bit hysterically at the creature.

I look to Howard who is presses into a little ball in the small vent.

"This isn't claustrophobic at all," he mutters sarcastically.

I push him to get him unsquished. "Come on. We've gotta move. Those robots are gonna find a way in eventually."

Howard starts crawling up the vent on all fours with me at the back. Shame for me. A minute later Howard starts humming the theme song to Mission Impossible.

"Dun dun dundun dun dun dundun dun dun. Dadada! Dadada! Dadada! Dun dun-"

"Just shut it, Howard!"

"What? First I can't slow-mo walk and now I can't do Mission Impossible? You're killing it Cunningham. Killing it."

I sigh but we press on. The vent starts getting steeper and I'm worried Howard's gonna slide back and onto me.

Suddenly Howard stops. "uh, Cunningham. It's going straight up." He says panicky.

I look over his shoulder and I see he's right. The passage stops and goes upwards like a tube.

"OK. Let me past," I say as I squeeze past Howard to the end of the vent. Here I can stand up in the tube. I put my hands on either side of it and heave myself up using my arms. When I get my legs off the ground, I put my feet on either side of the tube as well until I'm completely off the floor of the passage. I take a deep breath and inch my hands a bit higher. Then I do the same with my feet. And slowly I'm moving up.

"Do what I'm doing Howard." I say.

Howard looks up unsurely.

"I don't think I can do that Cunningham..."

"Chose. It's this, or the robots."

Howard makes his decision quick. "Up the vent it is!" He positions himself like I am and begins the slow accent.

The climb is long and tiring. Sweat is dripping from my forehead and my arms are getting shaky.

"Howard, you OK?" I ask.

Below me, Howard looks worse then I do.

"I'm *wheeze* fine." He stutters. His face is bright red.

I look up again and see the end of the tunnel nearing.

"We're...almost...there." I say assuringly.

The end is a dead end except for the grate covering the exit. I hold on to the wall with one hand and push the grate up with the other. I peep my head out.

"The coast's clear," I whisper to Howard.

"Then why are you whispering?" He asks frustratedly.

I ignore him and lift myself through the vent onto the floor of a long corridor. I reach down to give Howard a hand. I pull him up and he collapses on the floor, panting heavily.

"Never *wheeze* again, Cunningham." He splutters. I nod in agreement.

"Come on. Lets move out!" I charge down the passage with Howard mopping along behind me.

Now, if McFist Industries hasn't changed since the last time I was here then Viceroy's lab should be just down here...

I screech to a halt. Man. I should of remembered from last time. When everything is too quiet then the robots are there. Because right now, towering in front of me are 7 billion robots.