Author's Note: Hi, everybody; I'm Nancy O. Delffa and welcome to "Elves Talking About People More Popular Than You." So who's the dynamic duo now with us on this episode, bursting into anywhere writing fanfictions about practically anything from the latest games to right here at our home? Why it's Shonen Sanzo and Dominique Amino of "PenGator3!" Come on up, you guys...! (the audience cheered as the man and the penguin appear on the stage) Yes, it's them, the rising stars and veterans that are slowly but strongly taking this world by storm today with the power of fanfiction; so you two, how does it feel to be guest stars on our show...?

Dominique: Well, Nancy, I would like to start off to say that it's a real freaking honor to appear on your show; even though have seen you just once, I would say that you were got-dang fabulous on there. All I just wish for was that is that I could have seen your other episodes as well; speaking of which, is it true that you have appeared in Stab 2 and 3?

Nancy: Yes, I have; in fact, I have also recently appeared in Stab 4 which will be out in theaters very soon...!

Dominique: Oh, (bleep) yeah!

Smelfman (concerned): Umm, you can't say that on TV...

Dominique: So what, little dude? It's not like that they will care anyway; after all, you guys are all a bunch of– (whacked by Sanzo as the the elves look on) AAH!

Sanzo: Sorry about that, you two.

Smelfman: Now about this fanfic here, "Re: Yin Yang Who? or Yin Yang Yo! Forever", we're surprised that you have been taking the opportunity to do this even though that the war with Eradicus is over with already; what caused you to come up with it.

Sanzo: To tell you the truth, Domino was frustrated about how it had played out and believed that something could have been done about it so when I was writing for my story, "A Cat and Fox's Tale", he'd followed me over and gagged me as he posted this abomination after hacking into my account and changing it up a bit; luckily, upon reading it, I decided that, 'hey, this guy's a genius!' and I jumped along with him after freeing myself.

Dominique: That's right...!

Nancy: So boys, tell me what's it about in general?

Sanzo: Well, it's this alternative history smack that Domino came up after watching too many videos online at FooTube; you know, those "what ifs" and all? Anyway, he says that this is when Eradicus is defeated as such but there's a twist: the town gets destroyed and a few people die because of it and thus, the Army gets chased out of town and they go through hardship in an attempt to redeem themselves for once while learning a bit more about themselves; I assure that it will be, in his words, "awesome!"

Smelfman: And were quite amused that we're in this one...

Sanzo: Indeed...

Smelfman: Just one question though: do you guys feel a bit safe that you're appearing in this town? We have heard that their are a lot a people that wish to have you both suffer the pain.

Dominique: Oh please, like that would happen...

Yang (appears and tosses a chair at Dominique): Take that, you lying stack of penguin blubber!

Sanzo: What the (bleep)?

Yang: You're gonna pay for this making this falsehood up, you jerk! (takes out a boomerang and hurls it at Sanzo only to hit Smelfman) YAHHHHHHHHH!

Smelfman: OW!

Nancy (turns to the elven cameraman and said frantically as the rampage between Yang and Sanzo goes on): Cut to commercial, CUT TO COMMERCIAL!


We Don't Need No Water ~Fire~

The weather had gotten warm outside seeing that the once gray skies had become as bright like the shiny happy people outside with only a cloud and not a squall rolling alongside the vast and magnificent atmosphere of blue. The solar noon that was once hovering over Novi Finis City where every single building, big or small, was had left it all baptized in such resplendent wonder. The flat and narrow concrete remained neatly on the very street, burning hot like the magma of an erupting volcano as it was laying down there in the hot sun while melting away the deep layer of the ash like snow from underneath very slowly. The (en)harmonic honking and beeping of the constant traffic jam that resided in between the foreground and the background of this big city was the sure sign that this was still rush hour as automobiles of all sizes, makes, and even models were now at a greater disadvantage on the (super)highways, freeways, throughways, expressways, and even the interstates regardless of direction whatsoever. The people that had gone dine on their break, however and wherever they chose to do it as they please had all went back to work as usual; in addition, the folks who worked around or at their own homes along with the some looking through newspaper ads for some jobs sat did go off again. A calm breeze strolled throughout the vicinity offering a sense of serenity to passersby; in turn, a few pedestrians (and bicyclists as well) were all aware that the breeze would keep many of them cool and unperturbed as most went to continue on with their daily lives outside their domiciles. Other than that, it was so tranquil it was as if that very proximity was near some open field that time had remembered, refusing to leave even when it was already known that the (post)modernism of civilization had colonized over there.

Despite this peace and love, it hadn't bothered to cover up the fact that something had taken place within that grand conurbation; true to its feelings, the situation was finding itself at another local repository near an apartment which Henry had been at before taking off just seconds away from his friends departing as well. Like most of those depots in the existing world of the living, this one was surrounded by many buildings: some were old, others were new, a few were borrowed, and even one was blue; unlike this one, it was a small as a botanical garden. A brick wall was present along with a gate underneath an arch to keep things in check for what goes in and out of the street that was there. Inside, it was filled with a few wheeled dollies, some wooden crates, and vehicles resting on cinderblock along with some dead bodies everywhere. The sounds of violence from beforehand were already heard straight to the moon; better yet, it had found its way in the once living targets that had now become the lifeless victims be if had died by the sword or by the guns of the patriots. Blood had sprayed onto the container and leaked onto the floor, like if Armageddon had occurred and brought a Category 5 test on the nation's levees; although a sad sight to see, they were all far from innocent for that their weapons were indications that something was hidden from public for an undetermined amount of time as well, practicing questionable ethics.

Then, after a brief while, the door of a coupe unlocks and out there revealed to a pretty face that had belong to Yang, a sole survivor to precise who hid himself from the onslaught from before. As the blue rabbit emerges from the after damage, he scurries on over and hides under an arch that leads out to the street with a sword in his grasp along with an unholy glare in his eyes. He looks round from the corner, checking to make sure that no one else is/was around to hear or see what had gone on and then casually walks out to the street after putting away his rapier; but, as he does so, his phone starts to ring. "What do you want now?" was the first thing Yang said with such great wrath the moment he had answered into it, expecting a familiar voice from the other end of the line. Instead, that caller in question belonged to Garnet whom responded to the blue bunny, "not much: boss wanted me to relay a message." "Well you can tell him to butt out of this for all I care!" Yang screamed as if he had been just coming back from the war in shellshock betrayed and forgotten by the changing time, "that lousy punk almost got me killed, sent me into a gang war; what's his game? There's enough blood on the floor out there for like what, a hundred people who need it!" "Just boost the fucking motor and get out of there 'cause Horace's got something for you and he needs this one really bad, son; do this one for you and he'll owe you: he'll definitely give you your sisters back," the tall red caiman said raising his voice slightly. The blue hare snarled somewhat unfazed, "you're damn right he already owes me, that lying slob! "Yeah, shame about that but that can't be helped now, can it?" Garnet remarked halfheartedly, "even if it did, those guys ain't gonna be givin' you much sympathy neither so here's the drill: do this job, they come back; screw this up, they sleep with the fishes. It's that simple: how do you want to play it?"

"Just get to the point, already!" Yang started to relent as if the boy had a sick feeling that hanging around this place any longer was bound to bring trouble knocking about. Within seconds, the tall red caiman explained it all to the responding blue rabbit, "all right, you're gonna go to the Specs' base; Horace wants you to have that louse of a Commisioner, Scotch get bent." "You've got to be screwing with me, aren't you?" Yang chuckled sarcastically at that kind of an idea as such, "how the Foo am I supposed to manage that: Scotch, the head of the Specs, getting bent by a mere teenager?" "Shut it and listen!" Garnet bellowed bringing the blue bunny to attention. Yang gulped a bit squeaking, "I'm all ears…" "You see, he's been kissing Horace's ass for many years but he's been a two-faced wanker, working the other side, playing with the baboons," the tall red caiman continued uninterrupted, "now he's had that nark brought in who saw it all and he got to her before she could get to him; boss' worried she'll whistle so he wants them done, both of 'em!"

"Gee whiz, I wonder how the hell do I do that; shall I just waltz in there, waving my hands around, get butt naked, run around screaming, 'LOOK AT ME, I'M SCHINDLER'S BRATWURST!' or something, pull his pants down, take shots of him in his underpants then take them, slash him with my swords, and fart in his face?" the blue hare inquired as his body language matched the idea he had in mind. Bothered and disgusted by that suggestion, Garnet countered, "shut the fuck up and listen, will you? It's been sorted out already; Horace's got you a phone van and a uniform. They're expecting you to find out about these faulty phones and fix them; just get your ass over to Grahams Place and pick up the van if you want to see them alive." "So, how should I do him once I get here, huh?" Yang wondered as he offered up some personal suggestions, "should I just pretend that one of us is a chick and dress up like some snazzy one before scoring, steal his clothes and cause mayhem all around town while kidnapping him in, or slit his throat with my sword, huh?" "Just get to the evidence room, there's plenty of hardware lying around here on the second floor; you're in some deep shit now, very deep so you're going to have to play very rough if you ever want to get out and see them again," the tall red caiman said still disgusted before hanging up on the blue rabbit whom shook a bit and did the same.

Now, Yang knew that now was the time to run as he scrambled to find a car nearby, a purple fastback to be precise and entered. Its motor had started revving to life as the jet black carbon monoxide flowed out of the tailpipe, merging with the fresh air and with only one foot on the brake pedal, the blue bunny put the gear shift from park to drive; as a result, the wheels were in motion at once as he started to drive off. Of course, this had already attracted the attention of a nearby squad car, forcing him to move fast as quickly as possible; yet, he was moving so fast, he did not see a car moving deliberately into his path and crashed into it. Still, Yang remained in his seat and pushed on through with another car tailing him from behind now as if it were becoming to be some sort of wild goose chase; in fact, when it continued on underneath a tunnel, another car crashed into the fastback by its side, emitting a white smoke from beneath the hood. The blue hare was undeterred but started realize that he was losing some speed and to make matters worse, the car from before had a driver shooting at him with an assault rifle; luckily, the former ducked down from the volley and stopped, forcing him out of the car. As the fastback went up in flames, the boy saw a gunman emerge from the other side, causing the former to strike first with a boomerang shrieking, "YANGARANG!" The gunman went down out cold went it struck the groin and returned to its owner, the latter whom scurried off into another car and drove off, leaving the gunslingers at the mercy of the constabularies.


Back at the station, where it had all began yesterday everything in particular was not well at all. A feeling of great frustration had acted as a doppelganger of the originally listless atmosphere compared to the disappointment from earlier where Commissioner Scotch was, this time with another person in place of the indigo rabbit whom the former casted out. "And what was that individual?" the readers themselves would ask as all was about to be said and done, "who was it...?"

Well, to be honest, that individual in question was a rotund light avocado aardvark, just like the unconscious King Morgan from earlier albeit shorter and feminine yet dressed in the height of passé fashion. She had headwear over her head that was rounded and towered into a cone like shape with a ruche spewing out at the peak as if it were lava erupting from a volcano. The hair color resembled a lot of more like the old friends from the past but in a much braided style to be precise. The aardvark had a gaze that matched the clothing on her, lighter than aggression but also far from reflexive as they were near her freckles. She had a cerise blouse on herself with puffy sleeves on each shoulders and a button in the middle of it that was over her heart. The snarling glower that stared down at the floor with noncompliance revealed to have some braces lining over her straightening teeth. The aardvark's shoes matched the undergarment as well, even though that no one was able to see them at all.

But this was no Dressing Room; this was the Interrogation Room, the same room where Henry once watched his former employer interviewing Keenan before being casted aside, only to have the latter replaced by her instead. "All right: the story is you snuck out last night to attend a Boar Mitzvah even though you weren't even invited nor related, and then some men in black crashed the party, supposedly ordered by the Senator, subdued the crowds with grenades and kidnapped the girls so you followed after them, seen their faces, and ran on home without even telling your parents about it; therefore, that is the truth?" the antelope stated, summarizing the entire reason why the aardvark was here in the first place. She agreed to it and replied to the man in that same accent as the other aardvarks, "oui, offizie' I saw zem all zat night." "And what does this have to do with what happened earlier?" he said somehow irked, "what proof do you have of this and all…?" "Simple: I'd seen my papa's ally, King Morgan, was right near ze gate beaten pretty badly when a coupé drove by und took off," the aardvark answered unfazed by the sheer sudden snarl from Scotch. The antelope took a deep breath and said to her, "I see then; alright, I'm going to do whatever I can about this. Rika will go call your parents to tell you where you are and they'll come over to pick you up; so, just wait outside for now 'til they arrive."

The moment when the aardvark was directed by him to leave the room, the door opened to reveal itself to be another figure clad in uniform: a macaroni vixen to be precise. Though that the elder female wore the same cap, coat, necktie, and belt that Henry and Gillman wore, the gloves on the owner's hands were of a light purple shade; in addition, there was also a sarong in place of the pants that usually associated with the symbolism of manhood with the owner's tail poking out of it. The vixen had orange hair on her, just like the aardvark had notwithstanding a darker tinge a la mode of a pineapple ponytail and two main strands on each side of the former's face. There was only a cerulean gaze in the elder female's eyes that were of lighter shade of coloring than the own uniform itself alone like if it were matching the blue sky where all the nitrogen refracted along with the oxygen. The vixen also wore tall dark waders on her feet as part of the uniform as well thanks to the size of the lower limbs overall.

Scotch then stood up from his desk and went up to the elder female before following the aardvark out of the room; after shutting the door behind him, he walked alongside with his employee down the hallway. "I heard that you wanted to see me, sir…" the vixen said to the antelope as she did the same, "is there something you wish to tell me, sir?" "As a matter of fact, there is, Rika: I want you to keep an eye on that girl over there and call her parents to come pick her up until I get back," he had answered her sternly. Rika then pondered, "why me; is this about what she said earlier to you, sir?" "Yes!" Scotch had hissed from his mouth, "this bastard has been the one responsible for the whole thing last night and had this fuck play me like some common idiot; the whole thing makes me sick." "Good thing I did not consider voting for him at all lately; come to think of it, where are you going to anyway, sir?" the vixen asked then antelope as they both made it outside to the parking lot. Slowly yet rallied, he answered her, "trust me, this is personal so it would be best for you not to know about this at all; besides, those men at the depot know nothing at all about the kidnapping from last night anyway." "But, still…" Rika said as her ears hardened in faint disbelief, "wouldn't we just inform them about this, sir?" "No, only the media has until nightfall to put the kidnapping all over the news since it'd happened last night so we just need to keep this quiet until it gets out; 'til then Rika, wait for her parents to show up, got it?" Scotch said to the vixen with sternness as the former got inside his fastback, a Lambeth Cary that looked just like one Henry had driven before except that it was red as the bloodshed from the morning after.

After shutting the door upon entry, the antelope started up the fastback easily as its engine had instantly revved to life, a stream of jet black carbon monoxide flowing out the back of a tailpipe as it had merged with the fresh air. With only one foot on the brake pedal, he'd switched the gear shift from park to drive; as a result, the wheels were in motion at once as he started to pull off out of its parking spot. Next, Scotch had exited the parking lot altogether, leaving her behind on foot as the latter had watched the former depart from the station in what appeared to be somewhat of a little bit of a hurry. Unbeknownst to any of them both, a certain someone was following after that red fastback and it was none other than the indigo rabbit himself in a sedan from before at what felt like to be at a snail's pace. As the antelope was finally away from the area, it was now time for Henry to make a move and the latter did so by speeding up a bit to catch on up to the former from behind but not go too fast or close lest a direct discovery would follow suit alongside nor fall too slow or behind lest a great loss would be at hand. The indigo bunny had a sick feeling that made his own gut instinct kick in forcing him to ask silently but heatedly why would his former establishment sent out the former's collaborators to implement such a treacherous undertaking despite the minutiae. Irregardless, one thing was simple: Henry wasn't just going to let Scotch out of his sight at all after what had happened earlier even though that the former had lost his job because of the latter but was determined to find out what was going on here and there, now and then.


Meanwhile, Coop and Burton had already finished their plate of meatloaf as proof that lunch was officially over already; actually, the latter did a good job doing so but the former was not even half done at all. Still, this was not the case for that they were still watching the television as if they hadn't had any desire to starve off their ennui with board games as if something else had taken over their dear minds; in fact, there was something that did do so. Rather than just the standard cartoons shown as everybody else's working for the weekend or even the two elves that spoke of hearsay events now and then going on within the hometown, the boys were watching the weather as is to see what was going on and what will happen; however, it would be honest to say that ironically they weren't interested with the meteorological conditions being stated intrinsically but actually the person on screen.

The person on screen was a bright green margay and it was a female one for starters that appeared over the background with a twig in her hands. She wore a hot pink chemise that had ensconced most of the owner's body thanks to the white buttons that held it together in place. The margay also had some brownish black hair on her head that shone like earthly diamonds, a girl's best friend. She had a vermillion wristlet over her left hand simply consisting of some small beads and a purple digital (wrist)watch that looked like it could glow in the dark on her right hand. The margay had a long yellow skirt sported around her waist even as those statuesque pegs were shown from the knee down. She also had sported sapphire boots on her feet, a color that look just like the pair of shoes that Nancy wore except that the former also wore some socks which were visible as well.

In short, the beautiful margay was the only true reason why the duo were watching the weather on television drooling and panting with redness in their faces and it hadn't been edifying indeed for them being in this state after they'd gone through hearing breaking news reports by F.L. Smelfman and his coworker instead of the Saturday morning cartoons that went on all morning. Still, the chicken and the antelope were still swayed by her presence onscreen as she delivered the weather report live in a somewhat sultry voice, "well, folks it seems that the snowstorm here is finally over for all of us now at Novi Finis with only mostly sunny skies and light and variable winds as temperatures are maintaining in the lower- to mid-40°s; yet, it would be recommended that you get a coat and a scarf before you go outside and start a snowball fight. Speaking of snow, our neighbors of Muto Finis County had about a foot or two of it last night and it doesn't look like it's gonna melt anytime too soon even with temperatures as close to the 50°s; in fact, cities like Weinstein, Troma, Werner, Juniper, Archeo and even Metropolis are feeling slightly warmer temperatures despite the cold climate ranging between the upper 30°s to lower 50°s as well. On a similar note, the city of St. Gregory down south of us had some freezing rain late last night that reportedly had lasted for about two hours 'til it turned cloudy; but now, it's sunny with a chance as temperatures maintain in the upper 40°s, that which the same can be said for its neighbors of Promenade Bay and Sherwood Village. Capital City just westward is all clear skies throughout most of the entire day for now with highs are currently at 48° along with Vivendi, Cebius, Leo, Walney, Port d'Touché, Delmarva, Audi, and of course Circle City too, but there will be a cold front briefly passing by delivering a stray shower/thunderstorm later on in the early evening hours. Overall, it seems that the rest of weekend throughout Pakavel will be quite swell for many of us all out there if I do say so myself or my name isn't Connie Jimenez."

Once that Connie had disappeared within a bunch of frames per second, the elves reappeared onscreen again as the camera focused on them, snapping the dumbstruck boys out of their lovelorn stupefaction as if they were shot down from cloud nine and gone back down to earth. "Aw, now we'll never see her again for another few hours," the now downtrodden Burton stated as he had looked onto the floor in disappointment; then, he perked up to face Coop and asked, "wanna go over to Creston's house for a while?" "Whatever…" was all that the chicken said to the antelope as the former got up to put on the red jacket and started to head out the door. When Burton decided to do the same, he turned away from the direction that Coop was in and shouted, "Mom, can me and Coop go over to Creston's for a while, please?" "Just be back before dinnertime," their mother's voice shouted back to them in response, "oh and please stay away from the backstreets, do you hear me?" "We will…" the boys answered in unison obediently before they both headed out of the door.


Now, it was back to the home where Dave and his family resided with his fellow beings in that deserted town; however, instead of the boy (tree stump in question) who has lived, his dear brother, or their father Hal(liburton), Ai was inside the kitchen at that very moment. A stone hearth lined up with fire cracked rock sat near across from where the doorway was present unlit as if time had been still. The washbasin held up crystal clear yet still somehow sullied water in the bowl as if it was a safe haven for bacteria and protozoans. Neither a refrigerator nor even an icebox was in sight of any direction within or beyond like if it were proof that the new home was just the same as it was before. Although a dining table was present it was made and set in stone laying in the epicenter with not even an opening where people can rest their legs underneath. There were also about half a dozen pews lining up around the stone table nearby as if they all were making a shape based off the sun made heavy due to the uniform origins.

There was actually a good reason for the woman's very appearance within the substandard galley of her remaining family's home: it was only the afternoon and it was the lunch hour at that moment. In her very possession was a large pail consisting only of snow resting on the counter that emanated from the elements of yesterday and had maintained its crumbly (ac)cumulative form like before. On the other side of it, there was what appeared to be a tray holding what appeared to be in the shape of foodstuff such as rice cakes, dinner rolls, potatoes, and possibly ice cream albeit completely stripped of all color and raster; in fact, it was because that ironically they were all made out of the same material that was from that same pail Ai brought inside: snow. The tree stump woman used her hands to mold the pile of snow into the shape of food like all the others on the tray; it was a tedious task since the cold surface has made the task of handcrafting the desired texture to be as the opposing equivalent to transferring a hot potato from oneself to another. Nevertheless, she was determined to push on through anyway as such viewing it ironically pointless to just drop what was being done here and there; after all, it was based on an archaic form of good old-fashioned logical common sense: snow is nothing more than frozen ice crystals made from precipitation fallen from the clouds as nothing more than the water craved by all living things including her kind for starters. Besides, any attempt to smuggle in whatever was usually of dietary standards was a lot virtually impossible anyway and they had no plan to begin with in contrast to Roger who somehow had a plan.

As Ai managed to make another dinner roll with her cold [near-(dead)] hands, she started to polish them altogether in what appeared to be a near futile attempt to stay warm even with all the snow that they had been subjected to in such weather conditions despite the coming of the solar rays; in the midst somehow, she had found herself being rather instantly but still slightly startled by the sound of a doorknob turning to signal the advent of another person: it was her own dear son whom greeted the former with a faint beam, "hi, mom..." "Dave, you had me almost scared to death…!" she'd said to Dave astonishingly yet marginally chagrinned while facing the latter with a straight face like if she'd seen a ghost, "you should've just knocked first to let me know." "I'm sorry, mom…" the boy apologized to Ai with an understandable sense of guilt on the former's face as if some kind of wrongdoing was committed in a way. Even though that his mother wasn't chastising her own child at all with even so much as a mere glower, the former too had felt remorseful for the so said response and calmly apologized to the latter, "no, it's my fault for overreacting; if I had known that you were coming back, then I would have expected you." "No, it's okay…" Dave countered subtly as he then noticed the foodstuff shaped snow resting on the tray nearby her and asked the latter curious, "what is this are you making anyway?" "Oh, you mean that food on the tray; it's just a mere 'snowgasbord' I made while you were playing outside: some rice cakes, pastels, potatoes, and even some ice cream for dessert," Ai had answered her son's question as she showed the salver in front of herself holding it with both hands for him to see. Dave then looked at the sculptured snow with only but a sense of confusion as he commented on what was appearing to be more of his mother's beginner objects d'art than of what had been made as some kind of food, "it's just snow, mom." "Of course it is, Dave," she countered as if being acutely aware of her son's somewhat cold statement compared to sure sign that much more would have been said; yet, the former digressed and insisted, "please my son, go on ahead and try it for me."

"Fine then…" he said lackadaisically, plucking a potato from amongst the platter held out by Ai and started eating it slowly; predictably, the former felt the cold and watery taste on his tongue instead of sweetness, sourness, dryness, spiciness, or even a round mouth of bitterness that would make him think that the city of Cleveland is terrible which wouldn't hurt if he weren't from Alabama since he would never win a basketball championship but rather a pie-eating contest at the county fair and then watch a television program called "The Closer" with an actress named "Kyra Sedgwick" as the main character. Yet, being that things like the city of Cleveland, the state of Alabama, and a television program like "The Closer" featuring Kyra Sedgwick do not exist in the world that Dave and his family (along with practically everyone else) live in, his mother asked her son quizzically, "so how was it?" "I say that the potato is a bit pretty bland," the boy tree stump answered with a mild to moderate lacking of enthusiasm before turning to face the door once more, "I don't feel hungry anymore now; I'm going to go sleep." "But it's still daylight…" she said to him with much surprise considering that the mere thought of kipping about in broad daylight to be unhealthy for him in some way. Dave ignored Ai's statement nonetheless and left the kitchen with not even a single emotion or a bit of hinting dissatisfaction, causing the latter to wonder about the former's wellbeing the same yet similar way (not too) long ago as such.

All that the mother could do was simply put up with reaction very quietly and continue on with was she was doing with mealtime, not wanting to simply persist with every little thing that people say or do.


Next, it was back to the home where Jobeaux resided with his family members in that quiet village; however, instead of the boy (goblin in question) who has lived being inside the bedroom, he was in the bathroom. The flooring was merely made up of the same wooden planks from the ceiling for it had matched it so along with the walls left unpainted, an arguably colorfully shade that had represented the true origins. There was only but one window inside where people can see what was going on outside the derisory palace even though that no one else had anything to do at all thanks to the weather. The bathroom was accommodated with typical things including a privy, a sink, and a bathtub but being part of a Redneckistan architecture form, they were all of a lesser quality than typical ones.

There, he piddled away as he became aware of the call of nature breaking the seal in order to go see a man about his horse; but, it wasn't about the horse in general or the man. Not wanting to look a bit at the direction where it was going or the target directly with eyes locking on, Jobeaux paid attention to the fact that where he lived was with his mater, pater, uncle, wife, and daughter located near the Stone Shutters, a large, robust wall that had managed to stay quite anything but nice; in fact, it would good as a mural depicting how the failures of the Woo Foo Army had brought great change to the surrounding environment along with all this and heaven too. Of course, it would had been delineated it over with profanities and doodles alongside to reinforce the purpose of the wall to tell everyone that came around why it was there, be if pencil, or pen, or even a brush of paint; still, it remained blank as such. Soon, the boy goblin was finished and he zipped up his jeans before going about to wash his hands in the sink, lathering and rubbing both hands together for at least a fraction quicker than the time using the toilet, washing well between his fingers and underneath those nails; the moment those very hands were completely covered in foam the water was fixed onto them again, this time rinsing the boy's hands around as the suds slithered down away from them and down into the drain. He had stretched his hands out near a monogram towel and had dried his hands completely; finally, he had turned off the faucet and left the lavatory.

Jobeaux returned to bedroom after all was taken of and found his wife gathering in bed still clad in the bedspread as if it were some piece of makeshift garment clothing her body seductively as if it were akin to being like the reincarnated goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality. As the goblin caught himself staring at the young lavender woman as such, the latter responded by ogling back at the former a bit more sensually and spoke, "oh, Jobeaux, how I have been waiting for you for so long now." "Ah, and so have I for you, my dear sweet wife who I called Annie," he said back to the one named Annie as the former slowly walked up to the latter held out her hand, "and yet the day is still not full." "Oh, do you also wish for this dreary afternoon to just simply end, my dear husband?" the young lavender woman slightly tittered, winking at the discords of the otherwise quaint environment outside their land in general. Catching on to what she had meant, Jobeaux answered to the latter's question edging on towards his dear wife and the nous subtext analogous to the achievement of the little death, "as always, I have only looked forward to the embrace of your beauty." It was obviously clear that it had been a wonderful evening (so far) and what was needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old coition between the two young lovers.

Annie watched as her husband climbed onto the bed and started to wrapped his hands around the former lightly and gently as their eyes closed and their faces neared each other as the two started to kiss each other; surprisingly, as their lips grew closer to one another, the kiss they had shared started to grow stronger. They then grew more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed; therefore, their tongues finally slipped and they both explored each other's mouths with such overwhelming ecstasy. Their ecstasy resulting from the goblin's tongue caused the young lavender woman to open the comforter of the bed and invite the former to gaze at the latter's dishabille. He fell onto her delicately soft body yet still kissed uninterrupted feeling like that they were on a soft cloud with the latter residing below the former, continuing for at least over what seemed to be a long time. To them it was nothing but bliss, bliss and heaven, as it was gorgeousness and velocity made flesh; it was like a bird of rarest spun heaven metal singing the voice of many angels about the glory of eternity with a higher power or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now for it was high like a kite in the sky. It was thought to be going a long, long time to touchdown and bring Jobeaux around again to find that he's not the man he thinks he is at home; instead, he is a rocket man burning out his fuse out here alone.

As Annie had engaging the moaning and panting while delightfully swelling with moisture, only the similarities and congruencies of such lovely pictures would come to mind like of an older woman's dress uplifted by the tailwinds beneath the sidewalk or of the coming of soft rains onto the jungles belonging to a Valkyrie tribe.


Then as quiet grasslands lay still the hills that had stood tall and proud like buildings within in the concrete jungle called the municipality the so called icy tundra was now starting to melt very slowly. Many of the mountainsides once doused in the cold whiteness had the fertile jade grass poked upright along with the vegetated flora that had been sprouting up from it all. The breeze warmed up a bit, thanks to the sun outside where its ray had burst through the dispersing overcast from the morning after. As it was starting to look a lot less dreary than the meadows, the shades of colors had brightened up a bit, looked as if hope was upon the midst of the firmament from below. Even the once frozen lake had melted a bit no longer posing a threat to anyone that dared to traverse this path because of its newfound cutting room flow.

Among one of the hills dwelled a large fissure filled the void and inside it all other than just a campfire and a few boxes were a family of ogres; as a matter of fact, it was actually Roger (Junior) and his family once dwelling in the caverns, outside to see that winter's frost was starting to fade. His father sat on the ground as he watched little Tillman held a makeshift fishing rod in her hands a few inches from the water, teaching the latter how to trawl fish. Judi stared downwards taciturnly as she stirred the spoon inside the pot above the fireside as she brew the mysterious concoction, the aroma invading the area between the jaws and eyeballs of everyone inside and informed everyone about it without even saying at least a single word. All that the boy did was staring at the sky, ignoring what was going on around him for that he didn't care.


Now Lena here was feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, having been a morning of some small energy expenditure from the complaint that bonded her home, so she was almost finished with the bowl of soup. As the canine cub sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes had slightly amplified a bit to the sight of something from not long ago: there was F.L. Smelfman and Nancy O. Delffa from this morning no longer laughing and talking, not even the latter was performing the first task anyway as if she wasn't caring one bit about this wicked world. Gradually, the elves had just started to broadcast news like they had done since this morning when the jingle came forth with a burst of urgency and for a moment it seemed like something of great importance had flown in, feeling the blood run lukewarm in her veins as the coat on the teenager's body started standing endwise with shivers running up the spine then down again.

"Hello Pakavel and welcome back to the news," the male elf started as he gathered sheets of paper in an organized stack within his possession, "you may have heard the saying 'third time's the charm' but how does this apply for what we are dealing so far when it comes to crime? Just not long ago, a violent shootout broke out between two suspected criminal syndicates off of Red Cross Lane in the Walgreens District of Novi Finis City this afternoon during lunch hour today. Authorities say that aside from that, there was also a small fire that had broken out inside the building on the third floor that may have taken place during the incident revealing to be perhaps a trafficking ring that had taken place prior; in fact, it was said to be caused by an exploding propane tank killing about less than several people nearby. It took roughly about ten to fifteen minutes for the fire to be put out before it had the opportunity to grow out of control and when order was finally restored. It's also implied that the gunfight was presumably drug-related due to these discoveries being made to light as kilograms worth of over-the-counter prescriptions, illegal street drug, and even its derivatives altogether along with an insignificant amount of drug money were uncovered from the wreckage. With the death toll peaking at approximately over two dozen, the Special Constabulary have not yet confirmed any leads so far yet rumor has it that it may be connected to the sudden reappearance of King Morgan Sotomayor de Galvez, ally of Kings Francis Kirill du Lafayette and Acher van der Zoutman of the Triple Crown Alliance founded since over a hundred years ago by previous members whom was found unconscious since this morning somehow near the moat of Castle Lafayette, home of the Stink Aardvarks. The medical staff at ACL Hospital had placed him in critical condition as there were numerous broken bones in his body and large amount of blood loss as well; miraculously, he's still alive for now but it's possible that the assailants may still be at large."

As the screen cut to the presence of another person, Lena noticed that bowl was finally emptied due to fact that the soup was finally consumed in an instant and stood up from the bed to return to the kitchen from whence it came. The canine cub had went back to the kitchen where the basin was in her sights and overwatered the bowl and spoon altogether, washing away the bacteria and protozoans that had just inhabited the tableware the moment when lunch had started. Suddenly, as her hands made contact with the cold water, she started to cough and wheeze again once more this time with ferociousness as it looked like that she was choking somehow. Lena patted herself on the back very intensely to hack up what was clogging up her throat and successfully tasted the contents of her own catarrh that nearly attempted to dispatch her. The canine cub scurried to a neighboring wastebasket and expectorated it from her very mouth as quickly as possible; sequentially, she opened her eyes to see a bit of blood amongst the sputum and said to herself thusly, "damn, I need to go take some DiSerene…" She then went to the bathroom and opened the medicine breakfront to find what she was looking for, a bottle of cough syrup with the label "DiSerene" on there and took it down from there. Twisting the bottle cap open, Lena poured out the treacle onto the small measuring cup to the right amount and took a swig of it as so; at first, the very taste of grape wine cultivated from quality châteaux made her wish to spit it out the same way she did to the discharge that threatened her livelihood but decided to swallow it this time for the sake of her very health. Afterwards, the canine cub closed the bottle and returned it back to the very cabinet that was briefly taken down before returning to her bedroom where the television was still on display the news reports.

She sat back down on the softly bedspread and watched the screen where the female cohost on camera broadcasted the latter's share of the news, "on a similar note, charges may be potentially filed against Commanding Officer Henry Wong of the Novi Finis City Special Constabulary who has been recently put on suspension without pay today until further notice suggested by Commissioner Stephen Scotch following the earlier assault of the transport convoy that left about several people including Keenan Crier dead this morning. The investigation proven particularly somewhat far from accurate charged that the deaths of the six officers such as Michael Carmichael, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Patrick Kirkpatrick, Dell Cordell, Gee Magee, and Cormack McCormack were beyond Henry Wong's control and that it had no direct influence contributing their low chance of survival. The search for the individual that was last seen at the Jared der Schwarzschild museum expanded from the Renaissance District today; the suspected runaway remains at large after the shootout left the museum closed at that moment and scores of people dead. Though not yet confirmed about any potential criminal allegations with syndicates in general it is believed that the individual is connected to the incident and also the deaths of several others following after this incident; ergo, a candlelight vigil will be held tonight by 6:30 for the families of the brave men and women of the force whom died in the line of fire at the Butterfield Memorial Park following along with the burials of those people on Monday afternoon."

"Yes indeed it is a sad day today for some as many others are still searching for the person potentially responsible; in fact, this is the artist's rendition on what appears to be the individual in question: he is described as an azure lagomorph, approximately standing at four foot one, weighing in at almost a hundred and sixty seven pounds, has a lavender eye color, somewhat in his teens, currently wearing a black denim jacket with matching jeans, presumably armed with a rattan blade, and last seen driving a pale green Narita Harmony," F.L. Smelfman said as the camera took focus off of himself and on the moderately accurate sketching of what Mimi the gopher had seen earlier, "it is strongly urged that if anyone knows the whereabouts of this person, then it is greatly recommended that you and/or your loved ones must not encounter and personally apprehend him yourself since he is to be considered armed and dangerous. Anyone with information regarding this suspect should contact the police immediately as soon as possible; you may be eligible for a cash reward of up to three thousand kachings. One thing is certainly obvious: the pain here is greatly palpable; for many, families are now demanding many things: explanations, answers, and most of all justice." "Somehow, that sketching here, I think that it looks a lot like my boyfriend Yang here for a second; come to think of it, I haven't even managed to hear from Yin at all either not one bit since about a week or two ago," Lena had thought to herself as she saw the perplexing image onscreen that reminded her of someone from those yesteryears before turning off the very television out of sheer bewilderment for what had been broadcasted by the two elves a mere moment ago considering the daunting circumstances that have been instantly brought to light.


Now it was back to Yang once more, this time inside a bluish white van as a way hiding from the presence of anyone that would dare seek for him and find out about him, luckily, it was quite clear that nobody was paying attention. Still, it was deeply certain that the blue hare needed a disguise and found a turtle green jumpsuit with a zipper right down symmetrically in the middle and all sorts of contrivances in a large yellow belt for him to be worn around it. The boy unzipped the jumpsuit all the way to the waist down and started to wear it on his very body over his clothing as so thusly before snugly zipping it back up to his neck as if ready to take on the (rest of the) day as if it were an old enemy from the past. Next, Yang wrapped the belt around his waist tightly to make sure that it wouldn't fall down from it like a pair of loose fitting shorts even with the weight of the hardware in possession proving to be a bit of a potential challenge to him as so. Afterwards, the blue rabbit found a pair of leather black shoes and tried them on with such avail as to distinguish himself from his normal attire since they had both fitted him very well on his feet. Lastly, he found a matching trilby and wore it on his head like so; now, he was officially ready to go off.

Yang went to the front of the van and found a key conveniently located in the ignition to start it up, as a result, he had turned it on as the motor inside had finally revved to life, jet black carbon monoxide flowing out of the tailpipe as it had merged with the fresh air within the atmosphere. With only one foot on the brake pedal, the blue rabbit put the gear shift from park to drive; as a result, the wheels were in motion at once as he started to drive off. Needless to say, his driving skills on the road were steadily improving a bit considering the state of affairs but it was no time to shillyshally since the ever constant threat lingering over the girls' heads was lowering itself downward as so. It was time for Yang to go anyway and it was time to drive off and go to the base to search and destroy the antelope in order to ensure the survival of Yin and Suzie altogether; in general, it meant only this to him: he would let every person know, whether they wish him well or to hell, that he will pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and success of Woo Foo. In that case, it was merely a promise that the blue bunny made as a student of the now fading martial art to protect himself, his family, and if/when possible, his friends; in fact, he was starting to feel that ironically, he would be able to see them all again pretty soon. After all, he was too close and too young to simply throw away practically every single thing that he had been taught and handed down to him just because of the mere factor of what one calls separation.

As the van made a few small turns here and there on the road, Yang noticing the on and off handling started to comment it before hearing the cellphone in his possession ring, "gee, I can't believe this thing is a big rust bucket of pathetic; who made this crap, Redneckistanians?" "Yang!" the voice from the other end said to the blue hare for it had belonged to Garnet, "have you got the van yet already?" "Yeah I got it, driving up here now…" Yang answered to the tall red caiman as the former sped up a bit slightly along with the traffic as he followed the black concrete road. Garnet responded to the blue rabbit gruffly, "you got some business to deal with on the way: the real van is in Marcarelli Street; find him and take him out!" "You can't be serious…!" Yang snapped back to the tall red caiman annoyed, "how…?" "Just hurry up, that bastard Scotch will be back from lunch by the time you get here," Garnet said to the blue bunny before hanging up on the latter.

Throughout the duration of the entire drive, it was clearly obvious enough to realize that despite the times when trouble came and followed after as a result of the villainous misdeed, there were officially also some times where usually Yang couldn't stop it from going any further without being aided by his sister, be if against a younger yet slightly older wizard or if against the Night Masters like Eradicus; this time, he was just alone, advancing, and understanding the whole thing a bit. The blue hare's father, Master Yo may have been never there at all to help since his actions seemingly doomed everyone from the very start since birth, seeing that fatherhood was beyond him talents and expertise let alone his duty; yet, that grumpy old man was practically the only person whom taught his son very much so far how to do things. The other knights' were still separated, far from aware of the happenings that had been taken place since that same morning thanks to the mechanizations of their fathers and mothers who had preferred desertion over; nevertheless, the memories of all the times they had shared, good or bad, were the only thing that kept him sane: the chicken whom Yang had called 'crazy' saved his life along with his sister, the tree stump's party held on after the birthday he had (purposely) missed yet regretted, the time when he'd had misjudged the goblin whom he'd believed to be a spy despite having pure intentions, the play fights with Roger that forged their friendship in fire, but it was the relationship with the canine cub that he'd treasured the most. The blue rabbit had also grown tolerant to his adopted older brother enforcing the law and fighting crime since the experience with the villainous griffon almost left the former along with Yin and that grumpy old panda whom dared to call himself a father to the twins dead for real. Most importantly, Yang twin sister and Henry's younger sister altogether were practically the two very reasons why the former went out to go through with this at such behest.

As a few minutes had passed by that fast, the blue bunny started to see something up ahead: a van driving at calmer speeds, weaving and merging with traffic as it had pulled off from the curb it had once parked near; remembering the tall red caiman's words, the former noticed this opportunity and started to take that chance. He had then said to himself silently in his own mind, "alright buddy, you have earned yourself this one." This discovery had caused Yang to start giving chase for a moment as he'd sped up to follow the driver of another identical van up front in question, realizing and given the fact that the leading automobile was practically going to reach the destination of the Special Constabulary's base. The blue hare was determined to never let the driver out of his sight, let alone his mind since this was the only key that could safeguard the survival and return of Yin and Suzie; ergo, it was now more of a (steeple)chase. He caught up sooner but stopped himself before even coming close to ram into the leading van decelerating a bit because of a red stoplight; still, its driver remained, unaware of the former or his intentions from behind. Soon, the light switched from a stopping crimson to a moving avocado causing the leading automobile to go on moving forward while Yang caught up with him, the former now slowly following behind and using the sidewalks to gain speed right after before using the van to crash into the leader; as a result, the van upfront was now emitting black smoke from its motor as it then started to speed up in a few seconds. The blue rabbit recovered from the damage recoiled and still followed up as he was gaining some more speed once again, finally catching up to the frantic driver up in front of him and slammed into the latter one last time, causing the driver to evacuate from the smoking vehicle. "AHH, NOW I'LL NEVER GET THERE IN TIME; SOMEONE'S GONNA PAY FOR THIS!" the driver screamed angrily as he had gotten back on his feet in the road, unaware that Yang was stepping out with a boomerang in the latter's hand; as the former started to approach the boy disgusted, the man screamed, "YOU! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE–––" "Sorry about the delay, you bastard…" the blue bunny said to him after throwing the boomerang to the latter's forehead, knocking the angry man out cold before finishing off, "nothing personal…" Yang recovered the boomerang and returned to the van he had used to run the now unconscious man off the road before driving off again at a higher speed than the former did earlier to avoid attracting too much attention that would potentially cause any of the pedestrians to notify this moment to the proper authorities.


Speaking of the term, "proper authorities" the indigo hare found himself at a small commercial building surrounded by a tall white metal fence with a lorry or two parked within the grounds of the complex where a red Lambeth Cary had also parked amongst all of the other vehicles like a white SUV and a gilded compact, signifying that its owner, the antelope that the former was starting to become reviled by considering the fact whatever was about to be discovered would end up serving as an explanation for the latter terminating the employment connecting to all this. With the two revolvers in both hands here and there, Henry was determined to find out why Commissioner Scotch simply fired the former back then this morning and what the latter was doing right now that afternoon. "What is this place and what's he doing here?" the indigo rabbit thought to himself as he took a peek from the edge of a lorry from where he was standing behind and watched as the antelope walked into the building carefully to not gain attention from the latter even after simply following the leader without making any mistakes earlier; soon, the coast was clear and it was time for the former to just move on in. Henry gotten himself to run inside the building underneath its doorframe after Scotch but took it easy since there was no telling what goes on in there; after taking entrance in a nearby room, the former put his back up against the wall nearby another doorframe carefully to remain overlooked while hearing the latter's voice, "I need the guns out of here today…!" "Wait…, what; are you sure, Steve-o?" another voice said slightly startled, "does the boss know about this?" "Who's paying you?" the antelope subtly snapped at that question as if he had something hidden goal in his mind not detected universally by normal persons in general. The second voice answered Scotch by responding, "actually, you both are paying us anyway…" "It doesn't matter to me that much anyway," the antelope countered as he felt that the subject involving imbursement was none of their business at all, "the Senator is all washed up; he's ancient history." "Alright, Steve-o where's the stuff going?" the voice asked as it started to fade away along with the lingering presence of Scotch, signifying that the coast is clear again for the indigo bunny to move in.

As soon as Henry moved in further once again, he realized that the building he had walked into was more like the depository that he went to this morning as an officer but it was indoors and he had walked into it as a gentleman. Instead of an assortment of large shipping containers made of corrugated weathering steel that had a length of roughly over half a chain long standing on top of one another, there was a forest of cardboard boxes that were actually made from something that used to be part of the woodlands stacked on one another and were shorter than that. A brick wall was in front of the indigo hare but it didn't span that long to block his path to finding out what the antelope was doing around these parts of town like that for example. While there was bound to be people inside there other than just simply himself that would be riled by the appearances of any (and all) intruders present and be more than willing to shoot them on sight to uphold the concept of secrecy, it was remaining so peacefully quiet. A conveyor belt was also nearby for the simple purpose of sorting out whatever needed to be arranged and separated with and from anything respectively. Lastly, there was also a stairway on the other side onto Henry's right as an indication that this is just merely a two story building.

The indigo rabbit walked up to the brick wall stealthily and put his back against it as so while hearing the conversation that was going on around him. Henry then heard Scotch's voice again as the latter spoke up loud enough for the former to hear, "why does he piddle about with all this stuff?" "You know the boss, anyway Steve-o…" another voice answered that sound just like the one that was talking to the antelope earlier, "he'll never manage at all." "All I see are counterfeit refrigerators, washing machines, and I don't understand why he wants to cut corners," Scotch commented as his voice was sounding far away again, giving the indigo bunny the cue to move in even further. As Henry put his back up against the stack of (strong)boxes firmly and carefully, he had listened to the other guy voice the supposed quality of them and probably what appeared to be Roark's doing, "he'd done well for himself, though…" "He's just trying to push through," the antelope grunted as if he'd not cared for any of it at all, "this is like the new decade and he still hasn't gotten rid of this crap." "I help get the car ready," another voice spoke up, this time more gruffly as an indication that the indigo hare was listening to a conversation consisting of three people; nevertheless, the individual moved on to keep up with the others quietly as such.

As Henry slowly panted quiet while hiding behind another stack of boxes upfront, he heard Scotch say to the other two, "those Rednecks are likely to get their hands on Henry for this stuff…" "There not the only ones, there are a lot of people who would like to get him in a room," the second person out of the trio pointed out as the indigo rabbit scurried along lightly to keep up with the group unknowingly, gaining info slowly but steadily as such about their plans; soon, the latter found himself on the other side of the building where there was also a bunch of stairs and climbed up before hiding around the boxes to hear the former exclaim, "you're sending the Rednecks their own guns?" "I'm sending them out for you if that bothers you, Tanner…" the antelope said to Tanner stalely as so, piquing Henry up a bit upon hearing this statement. The guy said to Scotch meekly, "the boss isn't going like this." "So what…" the antelope responded to Tanner unchallenged as if it hadn't mattered to the former at all not one bit, "Roark is just a thing in the past; but for me, I am seeing the future." "He might be the past but he still likes to wring necks," the guy reminded Scotch about what the swine would do if word got out about some talk about betrayal. As the indigo bunny got downstairs he heard the antelope's voice once more, "yeah, there's nothing squeamish about that guy."

Soon, the trio broke off and went their separate ways, giving Henry the cue once more to follow Scotch on, using the presence of the conveyor belt to follow the latter back to the one side of the building where they had entered and took the stairway upward that the former was acutely noticing the whole entire time. "My wonder, what have we got here?" the indigo hare angrily muttered to himself as he stared at the whole premises from below, taking note on what was there the moment they had walked in the building, "isn't this is the gear from the Alosa Marina raid? You bastard, it seems you're playing both ends off against the middle; I'll have your ass now, traitor." "Tell him that he can find the rest of the gear down here just as we agreed," the antelope's voice sounded off as it was heard from a nearby vent, signifying that it was coming from another room on the other side of the wall where Henry was as the latter's ears stood upright. As the indigo rabbit placed them against the wall for himself to hear, he said quietly, "what the hell?" "I don't want to know about that; you deal with it," Scotch said as his voice traveled over the vent for Henry to start hearing everything the former was saying, "he's your problem, you make your own arrangements; but, if you want my advice, then I suggest you'll do it now while there's still time." "Wait, what does he mean by that…?" the indigo bunny thought to himself as he felt somewhat confused by what the antelope was saying on the other side. It became apparent that Scotch was using the telephone all by himself as he said, "yeah, I meant Hirokazu Shiota, one of Wong's circle of friends and there'll be combat medics guarding the doors so take some friends; he's in the ACL Hospital, the intensive care unit on the third floor. It's all I know because they told me earlier that it was signposted on the door and that's all I'm giving you so he's your problem now; if word get out about Keenan turning up alive and well, then we better make sure that your men kill the ones who know about the truth other than you, me, your friends, and your boss so they can't tell those midgets down at Channel 11 news about the whole thing. Before I go, Austin, don't screw this up; there's already a good probable chance that this hell raising brat is here tearing up parts of the city!"

"You'll keep for all I care, Scotch…!" Henry griped as he fumed to himself, apparent that he was by far shocked and outraged to hear the whole thing being all said and done; for starters, it's one thing to be blame for things going out of control and another to be fired by someone who had been secretly allied to Roark the whole time, but the fact that the antelope had signed Kaz's death warrant made everything even worse as the former finished off, "there's no way that I'm not going to sit by and watch you bastards go off and get to Kaz!" The indigo hare ran down the stairs and exited the building outside altogether before getting back inside the sedan; soon, he had turned it on as the motor inside had finally revved back to life once more, addition jet black carbon monoxide flowing out of the tailpipe as it had been merging with the fresh air within the atmosphere. With only one foot on the brake pedal, he had put the gear shift from park to drive as it threw the wheels into motion once again before starting to drive off, swearing to himself that Scotch will pay for this treachery as soon as the former's ex-compatriot is safe and sound; little did Henry know, this was not going to come to pass.


Anyways, Yang had now gotten inside the station and right in front of the boy was a banana slug clad in the uniform that looked just like the one the former's foster brother had on that morning whom was waiting for someone in particular. "About time someone did something about those phones; this way please," the officer said as he started slinking to a path somewhere like if he was leading the way. The blue rabbit followed along and confirmed that simple instruction, "I'm right behind you, sir…" "It's just around here; this way…" the banana slug said as he guided Yang to wherever they were going until they arrived: a utility room with a set of countless wires laying loose on the floor being the main attraction of all this; the former then continued on before starting to leave the latter all alone, "there, I'll leave you to it; please don't go wandering about, okay?" "Just one question, though: where do I find a place to go use the bathroom?" the blue bunny asked as it prompted the officer to stop where the latter was in its tracks. The banana slug soon had turned to face Yang slowly with but a brief yet meaningful exhalation of a sudden surprise combined with incoming incredulity on the former's expression and instructed the latter generally how to get to the desired location in question, "it's on the second floor upstairs down past the evidence room; go down through the custody area, take the stairs up near you, across the hallway after you climb up there, turn right down and once more, and you'll be there. Trust me on this one, you can't miss it; by the way, if you find yourself going down another stairway, you have gone too far." "Thanks, buddy," were the two words that the blue hare had rewarded the officer with as the former departed, taking heed of those simple directions to the lavatory that the latter had briefly given in less than a minute flat; afterwards, the boy said to himself, "hmm… that's it… that's where the bathroom was the whole time out of all places; come to think of it, what had happened to the one on the first floor?"

Soon, Yang had gone inside the lavatory from within the station; generally, it was just like the one from the museum, half the size of its right wing but just like the average restroom nonetheless. The flooring was merely made up of greenish brown earthenware tiles on the ground instead of the whiteness that all sat in the very lobby. The walls were painted in a vague taupe, an arguably colorfully shade that matched up against the one that had represented the nothingness inside the very bathroom. There was only but one window inside where people can see what was going on outside the techn(olog)ical station where the hustle and flow of life imitating art along with vice versa unfolded as if on schedule. The bathroom was accommodated with typical things including a long line of bathroom stalls, each with a toilet inside of them and their respective sinks in front of them all that waited for the people who would get out to go wash their very upper appendages most called their very hands; in addition, there were also some urinals signifying that it was made just for men.

Since this bathroom tended to be one of the cleanest all that the blue rabbit needed to do now was to pick a stall and the first one he had walked in was appearing to be reasonably clean. Secondly, Yang had to made sure that the door was closed behind him completely, locking the stall afterwards to safeguard his now secure(d) privacy. Following this, the blue bunny prepared his seat, wiping it with fresh toilet paper coupled with a seat cover that was folding the new sheets over where it was going to be installed; additionally, more clean sheets of toilet paper were laid inside the bowl on the surface of the water. After ridding himself of the hat, the shoes, and the jumpsuit before unzipping his chinos, he had positioned his posterior somewhat about at the right angle and successfully planted it was now ready to go do his business in the bathroom peacefully, pinching a loaf at every chance that was given to that very same manipulator right every now and then. It was very simple to be au fait with: either that everybody poops or nobody poops (but you); nevertheless, Yang was a naughty child and that's concentrated evil coming out the back of him each second it had passed him by as pieces of waste (or two) came out and slid right into the water. Despite the unpleasant scent and sight of it the porcelain throne he sat on was capable of handling whatever had been consumed and expelled, holding it all in 'til it was finished. The blue hare reached for some toilet paper and rolled those sheets together before it ran up in between his thighs and slowly; before long, his fundament was all clean and the soiled toilet paper sheets slid out into the water. Finished for so long, Yang had got up and threw his makeshift seat cover into the bowl with the excreted waste that was made just after he zipped up his denims and flushed with his hands in between the two tasks that were executed.

The boy then exited the stalls and went to sink to wash his hands after taking care of some business a few minutes earlier (make that double the ten minutes from earlier). Taking knowledge of the mixer tap's twin handles, the blue rabbit place his hand on the one with the reddish orange ring around it; before long, water shot out of its nozzle and onto the operator's hands, bringing a (more or less) lukewarm but comfortable feeling. Yang placed one of his hands underneath a soap dispenser only to feel a dime sized squirt of liquid hand soap land on it; soon, he lathered and rubbed both his hands together for at least twenty seconds which was sixty times quicker than the time on the toilet, washing well in between his fingers and underneath those nails. The moment those very hands were completely covered in foam the water was fixed onto them again, this time rinsing the boy's hands around as the suds slithered down away from them and down into the drain. The blue bunny had stretched his hands out underneath an automatic paper towel dispenser to find a fraction of its papery contents sliding out of the machine and onto the upper appendage; using those two paper towels, he had dried his hands completely. Finally, Yang had turned off the faucet with the same paper towel, discarded it into garbage can, and left the lavatory.

As the blue hare strolled down towards the hallway, he found an open door near the evidence room where its location became a dead giveaway to leading him to the restroom. Walking inside through the door, he'd found a revolver on the ground and had hidden it inside his jacket, before walking back out again. Before Yang could continue any further along, he heard the antelope's voice nearby and decided to back up against the wall in order to maintain concealment just so the former would not be discovered. Hearing some footsteps walking it the direction away from the blue rabbit, it was time for him to follow Scotch onward while remaining out of sight and possibly out of mind; at first, the former was extremely hesitant about the mere thought of simply taking someone else's life so much it had made him wish that he could find a ventilation shaft to squeeze right into and follow the latter close like some special agent from a disbanded unit with a checkered past. "She's still in the interrogation room, sir…" the blue hare heard someone say to the antelope as the former had followed them carefully throughout the floor, hiding up against the walls. Unaware of Yang's presence, Scotch asked his subordinate, a bright yellow frog, about something in particular, "have there have been any calls for me from Kaz or Ken lately?" "Nothing, we are waiting to hear from them," the subordinate answered to his superior officer, still oblivious to the blue rabbit lingering on, "it's quite strange that they could have called by now." "If you're going to be following me all day, then get on with some work; I'll be in with you…!" Scotch snapped at the frog underling whom felt annoyed by the latter merely tagging alongside with the former. He stopped himself and had obeyed his commander's order meekly and quickly as the latter left his sights, "yes sir, sorry about that…" Soon, Yang snaked around the roomful of supercomputers and all the other technological contraptions to avoid being directly spotted by the yellow frog even as the former's pitter-patter of footsteps coupled with the small intervals of breathing got somewhat loud but indistinct due to the loudness of the beeping emitted throughout the room.

The blue bunny then continued to follow the antelope very closely but carefully throughout the second floor, taking advantage of the fact that they were now all alone by themselves yet the latter was still unaware of the former's presence getting stronger bit by bit and piece by piece. As Scotch went downstairs to the first floor, Yang drew out a boomerang and trailed from behind using the path that the latter had used to find the bathroom a half-hour earlier and that the former used during that time the young one was in. "Hey, you!" the blue hare had shouted to the antelope with a boomerang in hand, garnering the latter's attention before the former tossed it fiercely and struck a nearby constable in the head close before shouting, "damn it!" The alarm sounded in the station which caused another constable to draw out a handgun and gave chase as he followed the careering Yang, desperately hoping to stop the latter from catching up to the former's employer with(out using) violence; of course, the boy took notice of this, turned around, and delivered a strong homing punch that had clouted the adult into unconsciousness. "THIS IS THE NOVI FINIS–––" the two others constables upfront had attempted to announce with guns drawn out before being attacked by the blue rabbit with another giant fist that was thrown at the duo. Undaunted yet shaken by it all, Yang attempted to resume chase but found himself easily lost when he found another stairway leading downwards, swearing to himself, "what the hell is this kind of a place, a stupid labyrinth?"

"What the hell is going on here; why has this kid started attacking me?" was one of the thoughts running around Scotch's mind as he started managing to evade the blue bunny, pondering to himself angrily, "was he the one responsible for all this?" Here, the antelope was just a man, yes this man, the Commissioner of the Special Constabulary's Novi Finis City branch, (one of) the initial line of law enforcement so far who wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything, was somehow running for his life like if the gates of hell had gusted strong winds. He felt the sweat stinging his body as if were the venom left behind by vindictive bumblebees and he shook them off in an attempt to make the feeling disappear; however, it wouldn't make up for the fact that trouble was overflowing with only death and destruction to be in its wake. They ran over the edge of forever and down to Scotch's very face, hearing the sound of his own heartbeat beating against the ribcage erratically like a woody woodpecker in sync with the very breathing. The antelope had his eyes opened facing forward for he'd dared not to take another glance at the rear when he was running away from lest he could find himself being caught up to by the very someone he was running away from: a boy who've lived simply named Yang, the biological son to a deadbeat master, the twin brother of a kidnapped teenager girl, the youngest brother of the foster family, the learner of might, a Woo Foo Warrior who had summoned Eradicus but had defeated the Night Master twice in that same year with the help of his family solely, but mostly a kid trying to kill him. Even though that the chances of that happening realistically were slim by current standards, today was certainly not going to help matters at all; now, since it was now the blue hare's turn to play the cards the die was then cast at a roll that would burn down a bridge to the point of no return, forcing Scotch to run.

Soon, his eyes widened open in shock to see that a tree stump clad in red was directly right in front of him narrowly staring at the antelope's pair by a meter or two away with the venom in the latter's eyes that could kiss the former goodbye since this field of vision catching sight of it all was done with a mephitic smile on its owner's face. "Where's the fire, officer?" was all that Scotch could hear with his ears as the speaker chucked a large bottle of whisk(e)y at the former's countenance so hard, the latter watched as the target fell down writhing in pain with a grim satisfaction. The antelope started to wipe his face clear of the tedious sweat, the injurious blood, and the fruity alcohol after they have accumulated into one solution even after finding shards of glass scattered around on it strong enough to pierce through the skin like if they were stingers broken off from bees; despite feeling this accursed irritation pouring into his eyes, he still managed to see the tree stump drawing out a lighter, coughing up some words furiously at the latter, "Chip… you son of a… BITCH; you… you know damn well that you… you and your family aren't… welcome here… after what… what happened long… long ago so why the… hell did you… you come here to… N-N-N-N-N-Novi Finis City anyway?" "Oh, just to relay a message from my Master Brian," the tree stump named Chip answered Scotch forbiddingly as a small scorching flame appeared from the top after a lucky strike, "he says, 'SEE YOU IN HELL…!'" "–––!" the antelope screamed as he saw the teenager carelessly tossed the lighter aside at the former, setting the adult ablaze as the whisk(e)y on the victim's clothes spontaneously combusted; luckily, the latter escaped since the boy was at a safe distance while his target was left to burn as the skin became quickly charred while the fur burned, the eyes melted from its sockets, and the painful screams died down.

Later, Yang had finally managed to catch on up despite feeling somewhat exhausted after managing to fight off much of the constables with simple hand-to-hand combat that stood in his way; (un)fortunately, he found his target already dead, flames still charring the body beyond recognition to a blackness. Shocked and surprised at the sight of a dead body besieged by such hot flames, the bewildered blue rabbit became partially aware of the fact that someone else had already beaten him to Scotch and then wondered somewhat out loudly, "holy foo, what the hell happened to him?" "You know wha' happened…" a feminine voice that Yang had heard spoken up in a familiar accent that came from the interrogation room, drawing him over to find it had belonged to a familiar face the boy had slowly remembered from long ago: an avocado aardvark sitting down at the table that was also surprised to see him but without the amour building up at all, "someone had already assassinated him zere, Yang… and so zat bastard had sen' you to kill me along wiz him?" "I see that you've known that yourself; to tell you the truth, I was expected some other guy but not you," the blue bunny responded as he had walked inside the room. The girl had noticed the emotional collision of hesitation and frustration in the boy's amethyst eyes and spoke to the latter, "so, why wait any longer? It's probably a matter of temp' before they knock zat down yet it would be a mistake to kill me; you're not a tueur at all, I can tell zat much, are you, Yang? "And what's it too you, Melodia?" Yang catechized the avocado aardvark named Melodia as he place his hand in the jacket startled, "you already haven't know that I'm not what you call a hero so why the foo do you care anyway?" "I was zere when his men took off wiz your sisters; apparently, zey were supposed to take Yin e' go, but zey also gotten her sister as well…" she had answered to the blue hare unchallenged with such subtleness.

Now, the boy couldn't stand to hear what Melodia was feasibly saying to him so he pulls out his gun from his jet black jacket and starts getting ready to shoot her at a point blank range, "well, thank you for making it easy for me, old friend." "I know where zey are, Yang; furzermore, I know someone who can even help you get to zem," the avocado aardvark brought her hand up in front of Yang's revolver, "but I'll help you only if you help me." "Why would I bother?" the blue rabbit asked her exasperatingly still with the revolver in his now shaking hand pointing at the latter erratically despite the fact that the former didn't bothered to dare rest his fingers on the trigger just so to hear an answer to that very question explaining thusly as such. Melodia then instantly answered the trembling boy with only a good reason, "because wizout me, mon lapin, zere's non way zat you'll ever leave this place alive, not after what happened to him of course. What are ze odds; exactly, how much time do you reckon you've got?" "To be perfectly honest, I don't really even know how much I have myself," Yang had answered doubtfully to the avocado aardvark even as his very hand had finally regained firmness on the gun tightly as possible yet still faced her, "but tell me: why should I trust you?" "You haven't exactly got zat many amis left to help you out, have you mon lapin?" she had responded to the blue bunny with another question unfazed yet quizzically. The boy countered Melodia's response with his question, albeit shorter and a bit more sternly, "and you have?" "Truzfully, I have zought of you as one in the past, but I never believed zat you have survived eizer," the avocado aardvark had answered Yang lukewarmly, "look, I'm askin' your help, mon lapin, but I'm not gonna beg; now, make your decision."

For a moment there, the blue hare decided to take her advice think things over for a bit about what to do with her but he had to make it quick since that any moment from now the rest of those would find the bodily remains of their fallen employer and blame it on them; after all, the former did came all the way there to attack the antelope but ended up dealing with the others instead and soon his answer had been declared: the girl's life would be worth sparing anyway. "Here take this gun and get up from there, Melodia," the boy commanded Melodia as she slowly stands up from the chair to take the firearm that the former had offered to the latter. As Yang pushes the avocado aardvark outside where Scotch's ashes lie dead, the latter said to the former, "We can make it out of here, mon lapin; I promise zat you'll see zem again." "What makes you so sure that will happen?" the blue rabbit asked her skeptically, "right now, our chances are about a hundred to none." "Probably, but you're forgetting somezing: you are a warrior and I am a princess; I assure you, mon lapin that we are in this together…!" Melodia had responded to him

The duo had easily already known that the alarm had recently sounded loudly throughout the very premises they were currently in and drew their weapons out carefully and swiftly, Yang pulled out his trusty bamboo sword whereas the avocado aardvark cautiously made sure that the gun that he'd offered pointed away from the two altogether as such. Soon the door in front of them had burst open, the work of an armed vengeful intruder whom the girl had shot some bullets at, one of which destroyed the heart and killing its owner instantaneously as he gurgled about like a helpless baby with blood foaming from the mouth, "GWAAA–––!" "What are you hanging about, Yang?" Melodia snapped to the blue bunny whom was starting to feel a little sick about watching someone, his own friend out of many others, killing another person in front of him, "let's go, move it; we've to be going a wee bit more faster!" "Right, then; PAWS OF PAIN!" the boy cried as he launched a pair of enlarged fists across the hallway onto the armed constables, knocking both of them out of their way; soon, another one had popped out and found himself armed with only a truncheon compared to the former and the avocado aardvark with a sword and a firearm in their hands respectively, forcing the survivor to run away screaming for assistance. As Yang and the girl had made their way across the antechamber afterwards, the former's ears had perked up on endwise to hear something that had instantly brought some immediate attention in general, "this is Gamma Dixon 4, urgent armed assistance required at upper base…!" "I got a bad feeling about this, Melodia…" the blue hare had muttered somewhat fearfully to Melodia as he saw some smoke bombs being tossed from another corridor to their right at the glass windowpanes before ricocheting from them destructively, forcing the two to take cover from the ominously gaseous whiteness down in front; in next to no time, about a trio of heavily armored sharpshooters emerged wearing gasmasks to keep them aware of their surrounding without being confused and holding submachine guns at the duo, causing the former to dish out another pair of enlarged fists at them screaming, "CHEE HOO WA!" "I zought you're a Woo Foo Warrior like you said before; what are you doing?" the avocado aardvark asked him indignantly as she hid the handgun inside her layer of clothing and picked up the machineguns from the defeated troika while the latter had taken a moment to breath a bit to rid himself of the some that had poured into his lungs and be given pure oxygen to sustain it altogether.

As the two continued to push on through the building and had dispatched another constable in front, Yang then questioned her, "so princess which way do we go?" "You tell me, Yang; I zought zis was going to be like another hunting season at Lozeraine!" Melodia had answered to the blue rabbit as they moved on and finished off the remaining others in front of them, even as another round of smoke grenades were already tossed at the duo; afterwards, they found an exit in the form of an opened door that had led to the outside place and another obstacle waiting in the form of a closing gate, causing the former to shout at the latter, "quick, take out ze boxes!" "AAHHHH!" the boy screamed as he threw his boomerang at the power box that was slowly closing the gate to boxed him and the avocado aardvark in; luckily, the precise accuracy of that move had destroyed it, causing the gate to come at a screeching halt. At the same time as the two then ran on over to the red Lambeth Cary, the girl critiqued Yang on his skill, "zank you, mon lapin; I bet when all of zis is over, you could be my personal knight." Now that they have both entered the car quickly and shut the doors, the blue bunny started it up, hearing the engine rev to life and purred when a stream of jet black carbon monoxide flowed out the back of a tailpipe as it had merged with the fresh air. With only one foot on the brake pedal, he'd switched the gear shift from park to drive; as a result, the wheels were in motion at once as he started to pull off out of its parking spot. Next, they had quickly exited the parking lot altogether, leaving behind the station in what appeared to be somewhat of a little bit of a hurry; still, as little as they have known, it would be quite very obvious to the many of those of what certain corollaries would behold upon the city when all is just finally said and done as such.


Author's Note: Well, there you have it; this was chapter eleven of PenGator3's "Re: Yin Yang Who? or Yin Yang Yo! Forever!" Before we go, we want to thank you all for tuning in on another episode of "Elves Talking About People More Popular Than You." We apologize for the technical difficulties earlier.

Smelfman (rubs his forehead in pain): Owww...!

Dominique: We also like to thank Aquas DragoKnight for supporting us; in fact, will he please come up and stand with us...?

Sanzo: Uhh, I don't think I see him.

Nancy (finds an envelope): Me neither, but I think this would explain everything. "Dear PenGator3, I just read the docX, and it's brilliant! Scotch was Roark's double agent? And then Dave killed him? Also, I noticed you mentioned "Pakavel" twice...are you referring to Pakavel from GriffinsMustFly's stories? Awesome. And of course I'll stand by your side? And I don't mean to be pushy either, but I never saw myself in the chapter...or was that meant for chapter 12? Ooooh, so that's how it works! Well, this is going to be hard, because I have no idea how to add myself to the story just like that... You did mention that Roark wanted Commissioner Scotch dead because he let himself get caught by someone, right? I could work with that...but I'm not good with dialogues...but I could give you ideas!"

Sanzo (facepalm): Oh my goodness, I can't believe this; Dominique, what happened?

Dominique (sweating): I sent him a copy of this chapter using DocX so that he would guest star but we goofed it up in one setting...!

Sanzo: I don't believe this; does anyone else knows about it?

Dominique: Not that I know of; why'd you asked?

Sanzo: Well, somehow that's probably how that this dumb bunny caught on and tried to kill us both.

Smelfman: Come to think of it, it reminds me of that first story I did at a welcome home party long ago.

Sanzo: Wasn't that Coop Sanders' party?

Smelfman: Yup, and when that was being done next thing I know my hair was on fire and I lost my hat.

Dominique: Looks like someone got burned here on their first assignment; (elbows Sanzo) know what I'm saying? (Sanzo whacks him with a paper fan) OW!

Smelfman: How did you know about it all?

Sanzo: I was watching the news anyway one night just when that happened right before I had gotten inspired to write these stories.

Nancy: That was after my daughter was born...

Dominique: Oh really, what did she look like?

Nancy (pulls out a photo and shows it to Dominique): Simple: she takes after Kiev, my husband...

Dominique (cooing at the sight of it): Aww... can I please keep it?

Nancy (laughs for about almost three seconds before taking the photo back): No

Sanzo: Anyways, I'm gonna go ahead and answer to his letter. About Scotch he was Roark's ally until Chip killed him. And, yes I have mentioned Pakavel twice because of the fact that I'm referring to Pakavel from GriffinsMustFly's stories in a way to show that the story doesn't take place in America since it does not exist in this universe; though, there will be a fictional version later on in the story. I also appreciate you standing by my side even though you're new to DocX. You did thought that Roark wanted Commissioner Scotch dead because he let himself get caught by someone, right? Actually, Scotch was a two-faced wanker... nothing more. If you want, then I'm open for your ideas!"

Dominique: Way to give away the secret, jagoff! (Sanzo whack him with a paper fan) Ahh...!

Sanzo: Well at least I didn't send a chapter to someone who didn't show!

Dominique: Shut up Sanzo! (starts fighting Sanzo)

Nancy (looks on into the camera ignoring it all smiling): Well, tune in next time for another exciting episode; 'til then, see ya...!