After raising money from the subway and also splitting the money to the owner of the guitar, Luna and Lana board the next subway train to the 161st Street–Yankee Stadium station. They will need to pass three subway lines in order to get to Yankee Stadium from Harlem. But with a few people inside the transit, both of them slam their bodies comfortably to the nearest seat.
"That was a relief," Luna remarks. "I thought we stay trapped in that part of town. It was so hot."
"Yeah, me too," Lana replies.
"Well, we got enough money to get to the Yankees. Glad that dude with the guitar has a map for us." She then shows Lana a guidebook to New York City.
Lana has her attention towards the book. "Ooohh, let me see."
Luna then slips to the pages and stumbles upon the MTA Subway Map. "So we are at Harlem. Then we are in the red line. Oh, that's one long red line. Then, we need to hop into the trains at the blue. Then yellow till we get to Harlem. Man, this will take a while to get to Lynn."
"Well, at least no other goons are after us."
"Goons?!" When Lana brings up about the goons, Luna cautiously looks around the car that they are in. She checks from her right and her left, and sees no sign of the goons. She just takes notice of the rapid speed of the train, imagining herself to be static in her place while the car moves around her. "Phew…nothing. Well, we can relax, dude. It's been a hard day's afternoon."
Lana leans on to her sister as the train traverses to its path. Minutes go by, and she randomly brings up to Luna, "Hey Luna…"
"Yes Lans?"
"For all the craziness we have been through, I'm so glad I get to spend it with you. You are a great and fun sister." Lana culminates her gratefulness with a hug to Luna.
Luna then returns the gesture with an embrace. "That's great, Lans. Thank you."
It takes the sister around an hour to travel to three different lines to get to the Yankee Stadium station. On the spots along the way, they stop by for snacks at the Shake Shack and buy some cheap New York souvenirs. But they keep a low profile to avoid being detected by goons.
Right then, when they arrive at the station, Luna and Lana rush themselves to the stadium, buying tickets and getting to the platform. They just get there in time as the game between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees is still ongoing. There is one major problem though: they do not know where Lynn is.
As they glance at the entire stadium, it is too overwhelming for them.
"How will we find Lynn at this rate?" Lana asks her sister.
"I have no idea, dude," Luna replies. "It's like finding a groupie from a crowd dive."
Lana then raises an eyebrow, not getting Luna's reference.
"It's rock-and-roll slang," Luna clarifies. "But that's not the point. It would take weeks to find her."
Lana helps her sister on formulating an idea. But she then remembers the contents in her pocket. "I think I have an idea."
Right away, the two of them search for a guard dog around the stadium premises. They eventually find one with his guardian, manning the station to another section in the stadium.
Lana points at the German shepherd just sticking out its tongue. "There he is, chained in misery. Now we just need to release him."
"Wait, do you want to release a guard dog?" Luna asks.
"No, we'll just borrow him."
"Are you nuts?"
"Just trust me or else we'll not find Lynn."
"Fine." Reluctantly, Luna distracts the guard. "Hey dude, I am just wondering where can you find my seats?" She asks him for directions and then pads the discussion with bottomless thoughts about the stadium's concessionaries.
Lana meanwhile quietly sneaks out of the guard's sight and approaches the dog. She pats him on its head to calm him down, then massages its back. Sneakily, she releases him from its leash but grabs it by the snout the moment it walks away. "Easy there boy. We need your help." Lana then pulls out a wad of bubble-gum from her pocket. On her deduction, she thinks it belonged to Lynn, and the 6-year-old just takes it out from the seat Lynn placed at as an emergency adhesive. "Sniff this out. Come on, boy."
The dog then secretes the stench of the gum. And it immediately detects the whereabouts of Lynn.
"You got her, boy?"
It nods its head.
"Come on!" Lana hops onto the dog's back and rides it as they find for Lynn.
But when it barks, the guard turns his head. "What the?"
But Luna catches his attention on time. "Wait dude, I was just gonna ask…uhmm…where can we get souvenirs?"
Like a knight on a horse, Lana goes on the run as the dog hops from one seat to another, dodging but bothering people along the way. They even hit a popcorn vendor.
"Oops sorry!" Lana apologizes.
But shift to Lynn Jr. as she is fully relaxed at her seat, munching down on cheese popcorn, Nathan's Famous hotdogs and bottomless soda. "Now this is the life. For the moment. When we get home, time to lose these carbs away."
The seats to her left and right are empty, even with a large capacity of people.
Suddenly, two guys in shades and suits occupy the two seats at her right. Their intimidating presence raises an eyebrow to Lynn. "Woah…hello dudes. Glad I needed the company."
The men face her stone-faced and serious.
"Ooookay…"
Then, someone to her left tells her, "Don't mind about my men. They just have seen the Yankees play for a while."
Lynn looks upon that person who calls her out. He is short-statured, sharply dressed and fancy. He has blond hair that surrounds his ball-cap. And his fingers are covered in different rings. But basing on the tone of his voice, he is presumably Italian-American. Though, Lynn is not able to figure this out. "Uhmm, okay. Who are you?"
"Sorry if I may but I'm a respectable man of Manhattan and it's nice to see a respectable figure from Michigan to visit the city and importantly, to watch the Yankees," the gentleman says suavely.
"Well, I like the Yankees. I mean I get inspiration from them."
"Good. So, it means you have your hand on the bat and the ball like a true player like…Yogi Berra, Babe Ruth…"
"Keep talking."
"I am a sports agent on my own. I can get you contracted to a great agency. And you may get to play to any team you wish. Any team. You name it."
Obviously, with that offer that big, Lynn cannot help but squirm inside.
The gentleman keeps talking, "We watched your every game, Lynn Loud Jr. You have a knack in the field. And not just the field. The court, the stadium, the ice. You are a pro, Loud. So…"
"So wait, let me get this straight. You are offering to represent me so I can be on any sports team I wish? And you can make that legit?"
"Well, conditions apply, but I suppose you won't mind it since you'll always drool for anything sports-related. Isn't that right?"
But as he looks back at her, Lynn is already drooling like a waterfall.
"Not as literal as I thought it would be. So, Lynn, do we have a deal?"
Lynn then shakes her head back to normalcy and thinks about this once-in-a-lifetime deal. "Hmmm that sure is a good offer but…"
Right immediately, Lana and the dog leap towards the men and lands in front of Lynn.
"LYNN!"
"Lana? What are you doing here?"
"No time to explain! We have to get out of here!"
"Why? I'm about to make a deal with an agent here…"
But Lana insists. "LYNN, THERE ARE BAD GUYS CHASING US!"
Knowing this blows their cover, the gentleman, of course associated with the goons, calls out, "All units, proceed to the fourth level! Apprehend Lynn Loud now!"
Immediately, more goons in sharp suits emerge from the exits and catches after the girls.
"What's going on?" Lynn asks.
"Just hop on!" Lana tells her.
But the dog obviously cannot take the weight of them both. Thus, Lynn grabs the dog to her right arm and Lana to her left and sprints away. She hops from one seat after another, stepping on some people's heads if needed. "Sorry. Pardon. Excuse me." They safely get to the passage way below the level and head to the nearest exit.
However, there are more goons from the inside, who chase after them.
"I never expected my visit to the Yankees would end in a chase!" Lynn complains. "What do these guys want?"
"How would I know?" Lana answers back.
But more goons block their way. They soon corner the sisters to a wide-access fire exit.
Though the dog leaps out of Lynn's arm and growls at them.
"Should we tranquilize the dog, sir?" one goon asks.
"No, it's a cop dog," another goon answers. "We just need to be nice and easy."
However, with its threatening face, it soon leaps towards one fat-nosed gun and attacks him. The goons try to apprehend the dog, only for them to pile over each other.
"Go Bruno Go!" Lana cheers.
"Okay, we can do that later," Lynn says. "Where do we go now?"
"Luna! We have to get to her!"
With that, the sisters take the flight of stairs en route to reunite with their sister.
But back to her, she is still chatting with the guard. This time, their discussion revolves on the guard's experience on watching Yankees v. Red Sox games. "It was wonderful…" he quotes.
Right on time, Lana and Lynn fetch her.
"Luna, we gotta go! Now!" Lana says.
"Oh sorry dude. But thanks for the talk. You're a great one!" Luna then taps his shoulder in thanks.
"Anytime, ma'am," the guard replies, seeing them on the rush. "Happy to listen to your music later."
Afterwards, the three rush out of the stadium and search for transport out of the area.
"Should we take the train?" Lana asks.
"No, too slow, dude. We'll get caught easily," Luna replies.
"Or we could get a taxi?" Lynn suggests after spotting a taxi nearby with no driver.
"A taxi?"
The goons, three or more, finally spot them and chases after them.
"We're on the run. Let's go!" Luna gasps.
The three hijack the taxi, with Lynn and Lana taking the back and Luna taking the front. They then lock the doors.
"Where the heck is the driver of this thing?" Lynn complains.
Suddenly, a goon jumps towards the hood of the car, banging the windshield.
"WHAT SHOULD WE DO?" Luna shrieks.
"We have a driver now!" Lana then jumps to the driver's seat, turns the brakes and the shift gear in reverse before she steps on the accelerator pedals, speeding away.
"What are you doing? Stealing the car?!" Lynn shouts.
"We're just borrowing it!" Lana yelps.
But on an unprecedented turn of events, the goons fire guns at the taxi. The sisters duck their heads to avoid the shots, the first they hear in real life ever.
"GUNS! THEY HAVE GUNS!" Lynn screams.
"WE KNOW!" Luna shouts at her.
"GUYS, ANY OF YOU PLEASE FEET AT THE BRAKES SO I CAN DRIVE US AWAY!" Lana tells them.
At the height of panic, they move along with Lana's plan of escape. Luna moves her legs to the pedals and floors it. Lana then takes the gear shift and the steering wheel for them to escape as the goons keep firing them.
But the gentleman a while age tells them to stop. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Guns down! Now! We're not firing weapons to those kids! And you idiots are firing them in public! MORONS!"
"But sir?"
The gentleman immediately stops him from speaking. "Hep. No. We chase after them inconspicuously. We don't want to our upper bosses noticing this. Raise the emergency. We need to get those kids as soon as possible. Now!"
"Yes sir!" The goons then rush to their black sedans and chase after the three.
One goon then hands over a phone to the short-statured boss. "Mr. DeVito, it's the boss."
The gentleman takes the phone and answers, "Yes, Mr. Conway, we almost got them."