Author's Note: So how's everyone liking the story so far? Sorry about the slow pace I have been going at thanks to this sitzkrieg with that monster, Ducreux'ed but don't worry; all has been finally taken care of (for now that is) so please, enjoy this next chapter of Yangnesia.

Disclaimer: Yin Yang Yo belongs to Bob Boyle; in addition, this story belongs to AngelofMischief.

Prep and Landing

There were favorable conditions that had allowed for many people to travel fearlessly and take solace in such factors from within their surrounding. Yin and Yang along with their friends used that as an opportunity to play outside from the doldrums of their very homes where they were raised. Despite this, they weren't alone as they were led to believe.

Somehow, it had looked like there was something was up in the sky and it was neither a bird nor a plane; in fact, it wasn't even a superman flying around in its cape but rather something else much more different: it was a colony of ants with red parachutes that looked more like Charles and less like Herman. Their helmets and chainmail armor were only of a different style than the latter, being more attached to tradition and history as they were rustic and archaic. The eyes were squinted and had a pair of rings appearing underneath them as the ants faced the terra firma below them. The goatees on the bottom of their faces were of a lighter color than their superior, resembling a lot more like the dirt as less like the color of their faces.

Nevertheless, it was practically planned out in due haste for something and from the looks of it, this was perhaps something big that was going down. It was as if the ants had packed their bags last night before preflight at zero hour which was way past 9:00AM and they were high as kites back then. Perchance, they must have miss the earth so much it was like men missing their wives and it was lonely out in open space on such a timeless flight. Even if those ants were from another planet, it wouldn't be the kind of place for them to be born and raise (or dead); in fact, it was as cold as the punishment for treachery in the hereafter and there's no one there to raise the younger generation if they were. All this supposed science they wouldn't understand but it was part of their jobs weeklong; of course, they thought it was going to be a long time 'til touchdown brought them around to find that they were not the men they think they are back at home: they were (like) rocket men burning out their fuse up here alone.

Soon, the ants found themselves landing near the dojo by the gates as they had assembled at once, lucky that no one was around to pay attention to what they were planning to do over there.

"This is Charles, sir; can you hear me, over?" the ant's voice whispered as he had reached to find a walkie-talkie and started to speak into it.

Soon, another voice from the other end garbled as it had belonged to Herman, "loud and clear; what's the situation so far?"

"Looks like the front door seems to the only way up," Charles answered his superior as the former had observed the domiciles carefully, "however, there's practically a chance the window must be open by now, sir…!"

"As you were… the accursed panda must be still here as usual so you'll have to take that chance to get inside but make sure that nobody sees you," Herman instructed the observant Charles.

The underling guided the ants over to where he was until they were standing underneath what had appeared to be an open window frame still communicating with the walkie-talkie, "looks like something must've crawled up and died earlier."

"It's doesn't matter… just give me a callback once you get inside reach the armory but hurry along; we haven't got much time!" Herman commanded before signing off from the walkie-talkie, "just take what you can find and meet me back at the palace shortly."

"Okay then…" Charles finished as he had signed off as well, no longer using the walkie-talkie concurrently.

The rest of the remaining ants soon went near their commander present as they had assembled together and formed a ladder tall enough to reach the base of the frame itself so they can all get inside the house and carry out the mission that was given to them by their superior whom was absent and currently with their enemies at this present moment blending within his persona along with his younger brother as their dream was supposedly coming to fruition; little did any of them really knew, there was perhaps no telling how long this was going to be done or whether it was all too soon…

Author's Note: Well, that's it for now but don't sweat it, you guys; however, I would like to inform you that this will be the last chapter to include disclaimers for now at the top concerning the story and the characters so far. Speaking of which, the name Prep and Landing belongs to John Lasseter, Kevin Deters, and Stevie Werners-Skelton as is only used as the title for this chapter; additionally, I would like to inform you that I have been thinking of Elton John's Rocket Man so there, fair use...

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