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Working with Dexter seem to be a breeze, of course it seemed helpful that helping out with his research might give us a big breakthrough. Three days later, I saw him dropped a folder labeled CLASSIFIED on the top as he was bringing in a stack of files into the lab. The pour guy could barely lift 30 pounds, since he didn't turned around to retrieve the file I picked it up and took a look inside.

"Hrm, what's with all these sub-atomic particles for?" I asked Dexter.

"What?" he asked as he sets down the stacks of files, I showed him the file he dropped, "Oh now I remember, it was about 50 years ago when the Wetworth Clan was just getting started."

"And this file talks about Uranium Enrichment," I said.

He took the file and sat it on top of the stacks of files, "The Wetworths had been a problem then, we needed something that would put an end to their family once and for all." explained Dexter, "So Radio had me develop the mother load of all bombs in the history of Improvised Bomb Making."

"He asked you to build an Atomic Bomb by enriching Uranium then build the actual device," I guessed.

"Oh excellent, how marvelous," praised Dexter, "Gizmo helped me out to build the crude yet simple Improvised Nuclear Device, with a yield on just 2 kiloton. Enough to pulverize 13 kilometers."

"Was the bomb built?" I asked.

"Oh yes, but not armed." said Dexter, "Its the size of the average refrigerator, we hadn't gotten around to delivering the bomb due to how heavy it was. So it just does nothing but sit there and collects dust, since it's not armed it's called a Dirty Bomb."

"What does it take to arm it?" I asked.

"A Plutonium Core," explains Dexter, "We make the Plutonium in the Thorium Nuclear Reactors which is then harvested and wallah, Plutonium for our Improvised Nuclear Device."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to keep around radioactive material?" I asked.

"No, of course not but we have no choice," said Dexter, "The Radiation Level outside is 10 times greater than background levels, either it's inside or out. Luckily the ocean had removed most of the radiation by breaking down the Hydrogen Isotopes but there's still some radioactive elements within the sand, which there's nothing we could do about it."

"What about using Nanobots to remove the radiation?" I asked.

"Radio had Nanobot Technology Research limited," said Dexter, "All you can do is move radiation around, you can never get rid of it. You can't burn elements nor you can destroy them, only time will remove the radiation. Which would take centuries."

"I understand," I responded.

"Of course you do, unless you have a Starbright idea about moving that bomb then spill it out or you'll be seeing stars when the Wetworths come knocking on our front door." said Dexter.

Radio soon walked into the lab with a familiar Snork next to him, Travis?

"Hey AllStar, you met Travis right?" asked Radio.

"Yeah, he took me in." I said, "I guess I owe him one."

"That's what I'm here for AllStar," said Travis, "I request a simple yet deadly favor, I need your help moving some Snork remains."

"Who's the remains belong too?" I asked.

"Corky, my Great Great Grandfather." said Travis, "I want to bury him at the old Snork Patrol Headquarters at Snorkland, I have some Snorks there guarding the place and I need an escort to help move him along. After all that Corky did to help build my home village, it's time we return the favor and give him the burial he deserves."

"Where was Corky buried all this time?" I asked.

"You don't stop asking questions do you?" said Travis, "He was buried right under my house the whole time, underneath the table. So you've walked right underneath his shallow grave."

The Defender Of Snorkland was buried in a shallow grave underneath his descendents home, and I was right on top of him? Travis looked like Corky in every detail, except he wasn't wearing the hat and his Snork Patrol Uniform was filthy.

"Your friends are coming along AllStar, we just want you to come tag along." said Radio.

"I'll go," said Dexter.

"Of course you want to," said Radio, "You can come, you've worked to hard already. I'm going to have the Seaworthy Brothers come along so I could have them meet you Dexter, and reunite with you AllStar."

"Okay, I'm coming for Snork's sake," I answered.

"Oh thank you AllStar," said Travis as he hugged me, "You've been a royal friend."

"Corky has saved Snorkland more than once, I just don't know how to repay him." I told Travis, "Is that his uniform you're wearing?"

"Yes, it happens to be so." said Travis.

"No wonder when I first saw you I mistaken you for Corky," I said.

"Happens to every generation," said Travis before he did that familiar trumpeting baseball tune with his snork, just how Corky would do it, "In the Snork Patrol!"

Everyone just burst out laughing, it was all to clear that Travis was really Corky's descendent. Even though he doesn't sound like Corky, I began to believe that he's Corky reincarnated into a new body. It was wise on not to tell Travis that, don't know on Neptune he would react.

I was still talking about the atom bomb to Dexter, when the fellow relatives overheard me they soon grow concerned. I soon shut my mouth, I begin to think I'm becoming more like Radio every day.

I walked with my friends, parents, and Occy down the small dirt road with a hundred Snorks ranging up from the ages of 20 to 60. We were leaving the Seaworthy Steam Plant through the same entrance I came in through, that's when I saw the most weirdest thing I've ever saw. It was Uncle Gallio, but not the Gallio I remembered.

Uncle Gallio's skin had shriveled up, cracked, then fell off revealing red muscles in some areas. Whatever skin that remains still have a hint of purple to them but it's more brown now including his snork, besides the skin his hair, spectacles, and lab coat are still the same. He was just standing there waiting for the us to arrive, when I come close his jaw dropped. His teeth seemed white and fine as last that I remembered.

"AllStar?" he gasped, his voice hasn't changed either.

"Uncle Gallio!" I cheered, I rushed up to hug him. He smelled like wet garbage, but I didn't care.

"I thought you were long dead," said Uncle Gallio.

"He wasn't that's for sure," said Radio, "Turns out, he's been a sleep the whole time. He's just the AllStar we all know and loved, but he's trying to adapt to this new world."

It wasn't long before Uncle Strangesnork arrived, he just swam up out of nowhere and he looks quite frustrated. Though his skin has also fallen off in some places, nothing else had changed. Finneus, Strangesnork's pet catfish, is alive and well. The catfish just swam next to him, he didn't seem to have changed one bit.

"After all these years, your still alive?" he asked me as I let go of him.

Dexter simply walked up to my defense, he was armed with what appears to be a Death Ray rifle or something. Whatever his weapon is, it looks high tech. "He was in a coma inside a bunker for the past 134 years," he said, trying to sound smart.

"Who are you?" asked Uncle Gallio.

"My name is...," Dexter just stopped right there with a blank stare on his face, "Snork, I forgot again."

"Dexter?" I asked.

"Oh that's right, yes Dexter Seaworthy," said Dexter as he lit up again, "I'm the head scientist at the Seaworthy Nuclear Steam Plant, I'm literally bred to be a scientist as far as you can tell. To make a long story short, both you and Strangesnork are my Grandfathers."

The looks on their faces were full of shock, "Well that explains why you can't remember your own name," said Uncle Strangesnork.

"Well I got the trait from you," pointed out Dexter, "Oh, reusing genes are a bad idea. I think I got the Mad Scientist trait from you as well, I'm in no condition to be an evil genius from the start but I have that edge."

That's when the weapon Dexter was holding goes off and everyone ducked, a powerful plasma laser blast out of the Death Ray like a cannon and struck some Coral nearby. Obliterating it. "I stand correct," he muttered, "I've always wanted to do that."

Radio just placed his hand on his face in frustration, I'd chuckle a bit as we get the show on the road. We walked into these old automobiles powered by Thorium Based Nuclear Engines, I can tell because the hood was glowing green. It must be a Strontium-90 impurity or something. These cars can hold about 5 people, Radio was driving awhile I sat next to him. Dexter, Gallio, and Strangensork sat in the backseat. Everyone else climbed inside flatbed trucks ironically design to seat people, they were also Nuclear Powered.

My friends and parents got into their own cars, Travis had his own car and inside sat some Snorks I recognized from his village. The convoy soon took off, it was a little to fast for comfort.

Awhile we were on the road traveling in, Dexter happened to have gotten into an argument with Uncle Gallio and Strangesnork. Something about Quantum Physics, apparently they were arguing what would happened if they were to modify a laser to shoot out plasma at very high temperatures. You knew what happened?

Radio, without turning around, said something about Quantum Physics and Dexter and my uncles went silent. They didn't have a comeback for it, after a while I soon said something that I'm going to regret.

"You know anything about an Atomic Bomb built 40 years ago Radio?" I asked.

Radio just slammed on the breaks, I lurched forward as the convoy grinds to a halt. "How do you know about the bomb!" yelled Radio at the top of his voice.

"He learned about it from me just before you came in," said Dexter.

"Actually it was Gizmo," I admitted.

"Snork!" Radio screamed as he pressed his head on the steering wheel, "F#cking Snork!"

There was a long pause as everyone stares at him, he soon presses down the clutch and the convoy continues on again. "Sorry AllStar for raising my voice like that," apologized Radio, "If I knew you were alive in the first place, I wouldn't have built that bomb in the first place."

"Why?" I asked.

"If I knew you had lived, then the Seaworthy Family wouldn't be armed with Nuclear Weapons." claims Radio, "On top of that, you are not the kind of person who would kill someone."

"I've realized that the hard way..." I responded as my voice trails off, Radio knew where this was going.

"Okay, who was it?" asked Radio.

"A Wetworth, injured and helpless on the ground during an attack at the old Snorkland Recycling Plant."

"Where you found those robot friends of ours?"

"Yeah, the Wetworths attacked us. I just shot one of them and killed him, it did not feel good."

"Well, you did what you have to do AllStar. It's a new world out here, so brace yourself."

At this point, I'm starting to loose my mind. What did I do to deserve this?, I wonder, How do I get myself out of this mess?

Awhile I was puzzling at those thoughts, we approached Travis' walled in village and stopped. I said nothing as we got out of our vehicles and me and my friends walked through the gate, it was the same guard from last time. "How's the Outback treating you old timer?" he asked me as I passed by.

"Horrible," I honestly told him.

"Well, it happens." he responded.

Yeah, it happens. It just have to happen, and I didn't ask for it.

TO BE CONTINUED...