And we're back! Seems like it's time for a little… CHAOS! I do love me some Chaos.

BoopTheFrenchCat: I'm still not sure what's keeping me going. Pure insanity, no doubt.

AlextheSouthParkGhostRider: Mia's general solution to most problems is to punch it or swear at it or ignore it until it goes away.

Hope you enjoy!


Chapter Twelve

The Chaos Insurgency

Mia didn't listen too well to Stan rambling about his backstory- it was pretty straightforward honestly. Power tools, lightning strike, Randy being left mentally impaired. Okay, she had to crack a little grin at that point. Although the grin faded into a look of annoyed disbelief to find Randy keying his wife's car again, but luckily Mrs. Marsh managed to yell him back inside.

"But this is different. My dad's acting even stupider than ever before." Toolshed's brow furrowed.

"Yeah, he- he was acting pretty on top of stuff a few weeks ago, back during the whole… Stick of Truth stuff. S' he okay?"

Stan gave an honest shrug, and the pair continued down the streets

They were a lot more crowded than usual. More drunk and disorderly people milling about yards and wandering on the road.

Mia and Toolshed kept to the side streets to avoid the small crowds, heading towards the tracks. The old SoDoSoPa ruins were there, along with Kenny's somewhat ramshackle home. Toolshed continued talking about backstories.

"What is your backstory? Did something happen with your parents too?"

"We're workshopping it." Mia sighed. "Coon's idea is… too stupid to bear repeating."

Toolshed snorted, but decided to play along. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, it must be very painful."

"Painfully stupid." Mia grumbled, as Toolshed pulled some boards, shifting them about so that they could fit through the window.

"This is the home of Mysterion. He has a shortcut to the north part of town."

"Neat." Mia mumbled, carefully maneuvering in case there was any broken glass.

She could hear the McCormick's yelling at each other. At first, Mia cringed, but then the sounds of fighting turned into… affection?

Kenny's family was kind of messed up? But at least they seemed to care about each other... She couldn't say. She'd never met his parents. Although Mia had met his little sister- she was a good kid.

Stan pushed into Mysterion's room, leading Mia to the closet and revealing a button. He pressed it, and a secret panel slid open.

"...Yeah, okay, that's pretty damn cool." Mia admitted as the pair squeezed through.

"Now I can show you Toolshed's mightiest tool! The sandblaster! Hook it up to an air compressor and it can clear almost any obstacle!" He hooked it up, aiming it at the lava. Mia nodded, and flipped the switch.

With a hum and a sudden powerful rush of air, the lava was blown aside, and the path cleared. Mia cracked a toothy grin.

"Cool."


It was a brisk walk through the backyard and through some homeless camp full of jerks, but they made it to the U-Stor-It. Mia didn't discriminate who she beat up- if you were a dick or trying to beat her up, you were fair game regardless of circumstance.

They approached the tall, barbed-wire crowned fence, approaching the entrance. Almost as soon as they entered the light, a large figure dropped atop a car.

"They're here! Coon Friends assemble!" The coon barked. Mia had to admit, she'd never thought Cartman could be so agile, but… there he was.

Mia blinked. Everyone showed up. Coon, Human Kite, Super Craig, Mosquito and Captain Diabetes… Fastpass was probably there too, just too fast to notice.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, nuh-uh!" Toolshed glared. "I said I'd help the New Kid, not you losers!"

Mia sighed and pinched her brow.

"Yeah well the New Kid is a Coon Friend and Coon Friends work together douche!"

"Come on, we need to get inside this fence." Super Craig sounded about as done with this shit as he always did.

"Yeah Toolshed, that's what the New Kid wants!" Oh there was Fastpass. Man he really was fast, Mia hadn't even seen him run up to them.

"I just want to find out what's here and beat up any bad guys who might be here." Mia said dryly. "I don't really care about whatever stupid squabble you guys all have."

There was an awkward silence.

"Oh wait, not really giving a fuck is Craig's thing usually. Well I do give a fuck in general, just not about that specific thing. I only moved in a couple weeks ago, 'member?"

"Whatever." Tooshed sighed. "Fine." He shoved past Cartman to the air compressor, hooking up his sandblaster. "As long as there's a power generator and an air compressor, I can use my dad's sandblaster to clear almost any obstacle."

"Wow! That is f-faan… fantastic!" Fastpass bobbed his head rapidly. With a sudden burst of air, Toolshed blasted away the lava, clearing the path.

"Cool." Mia deadpanned again, walking in front.

"Coon and Friends, let's go!"


While searching for cats, or really for any sort of sign of catnapping, Mia's foot landed on something that made a strange crinkling sound. She paused, kneeling. It was… a mask? Or a shape of some kind, anyway, made of tinfoil, placed on a small red "x".

"What'cha find?" Mia glanced up at Toolshed, shrugging, before suddenly the large electronic gates clanged shut.

"What-?" Mia turned, then back again as strings of fairy lights suddenly illuminated the main billboard for the U-Stor-It. Except it had been vandalized, black spray paint blocking out the words.

"CHAOS" was scrawled across. More lights burst on, the same word spelled out on the walls. Blacklight illuminated paint that again simply read "CHAOS". Slowly, the small group backed together, looking around warily.

"...The fuck?" Coon whispered, genuinely baffled.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" A large plasma screen. How had they not seen them? They were placed all over. "Hello Coon Friends!"

...Butters? Yeah, that was Butters alright. Only he was wearing a kind of Tinfoil helmet, and had a cape.

"Coon and Friends." Cartman corrected, a bit flustered.

"Coon, you literally just called us "Coon Friends" like two minutes ago." Mia grumbled.

"Come into my parlour!" Butters had a manic smile and a surprisingly good evil stare. "I've bought more tinfoil and more minions than you can possibly fathom! I've been given twenty thousand dollars to keep nosy people away from this place!"

Ho

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Shit.

Who the hell had given Butters twenty grand?

"What?!" Cartman sounded just as surprised.

"Twenty thousand just to keep people from snooping around… But I only need a few hundred for that."

Mia had seen Butters like this before. During the Stick of Truth, and when they battled against Princess Kenny. It was like his evil alter ego.

It was of course, Professor Chaos.

"So you know what I'm gonna do with all the rest?"

"Go to Paris and get a penile enhancement and fuck french chicks?"

Nobody seemed to expect that.

"Super Craig…" Cartman sighed reproachfully, grinding a knuckle against his own temple.

Chaos managed to roll with it pretty well. "WRONG! I'm gonna destroy this town and prove that I'm the bad guy! Not this new kingpin jerkhead! So long, Coon Friends!"

A garage door slid open and a few dozen hamsters in hamster balls rolled out. They shifted forward…

And naturally began harmlessly bumping into things.

"...Minions?" Butters pouted a little, his true personality showing through for a moment. The little hamsters continued wandering about. "...No minions you gotta kill em!"

Naturally, the hamsters continued ignoring him and kept exploring.

"...Aw, dang it."


"Well I gotta say, the hamster minions aside-" Mia shoved some boxes out of the way so she could clamber between the storage buildings. "You gotta admire his presentation." She glanced over Butter's work. Halloween decorations, mixed with tinfoil structures and strings of lights. It was very bizarre and didn't really have any constructive theme behind it, but then, that's Chaos.

"I seeeee you!" Butter's face suddenly came on screen, smiling deviously. "You didn't think I wouldn't have a backup plan, did you? Do you not comprehend how many minions twenty thousand dollars can buy?"

"Butters, will you just go home?!" Kyle shouted, frustrated. "We're trying to find a missing cat."

"I don't think so, Coon Friends!"

"Butters, actually, if somebody gave you a bunch of money, by law that money belongs to our franchise! All of us."

Mia shot Coon a look. "...Coon, he's a villain. Why the fuck would he follow a law?"

Coon opened his mouth to argue, but Professor Chaos cut him off.

"You see… More cash means… more minions! Let's see how you handle this!"

Suddenly, from the rooftops and from within the storage buildings, swarms of the Professor's followers emerged, wild-eyed and violent. Some of them even had dogs with tinfoil "armor" on.

"Awh, man." Mia sighed. "Here we go…"


Mia surveyed the damage. A handful of unconscious or groaning Chaos kids, some spanish-speaking guys and some whimpering dogs who seemed a lot friendlier now that they didn't have Chaos kids egging them to bite. Toolshed gently patted one on the head and it meekly licked his hand before returning to a little dog pen.

"Man, Butters seems almost dangerous with someone paying him enough." Mia noted, brow raised. "...Kinda impressed. Not gonna lie."

"Yeah dude." Stan nodded, equally impressed. "This place is a little corny but it definitely works for an evil villain lair."

The group continued on their way, Coon Friends and Toolshed maneuvering over boxes and around the weird tinfoil structures scattered everywhere.

Super Craig paused, staring at a large truck covered in foil.

"Why would Chaos want to cover an entire truck in aluminum foil?"

"He's called Professor Chaos. I don't think he needs a reason." Mia shrugged. A sudden voice from above made her jump.

"That's not the problem!"

Heads swiveled up to see a very pink figure on top of one of the buildings. It was Call Girl.

"Is aluminum foil really what you guys are concerned with?"

"Not really, it's just kinda all over this place." Mia uttered deadpan.

"Who the fuck is that?" Coon sneered and Mia resisted the urge to smack him.

Call Girl utterly ignored him, gaze locked on Mia. "We were right about the italian restaurant New Kid. The owner is a part of a new crime syndicate."

"Yeah. Sounds like they've got a bunch of sixth graders- that towel guy said- and now Butters working for him too." Mia glanced around. "He had twenty k to burn on hiring him to keep people outta here."

Coon looked somewhat miffed at being ignored and repeated himself louder. "Who. The fuck. Is that?!"

"I have no idea." Toolshed sighed, playing along so that Cartman wouldn't start doing that angry screechy yell thing he did when frustrated.

"Well she's not in the union! Excuse me are you on Coonstagram?!"

"Someone new in town is bringing all the crime families together."

Coon uttered a frustrated noise at being ignored again and Mia bit back a laugh. She could see Human Kite struggling not to laugh his ass off too. Really everyone was holding back amusement at Cartman's temporarily impotent rage.

"Ok, cool, thank you, bye." He managed to seethe, rage replaced with weary irritation.

"Y-you mean like a Kingpin?" Fastpass continued the trend of ignoring Cartman.

"You guys do not say anything, we're not playing with her!"

"Cartman," Mia sighed wearily. "If it fucking bothers you that much, quit whining like a little bitch and do something useful like looking for Scrambles."

Cartman threw his hands up and stormed off, muttering and cursing as he turned away.

"Check out storage facility 56-D, New Kid. And here, take this." Call Girl removed one of her many phones, picking a specific one and tossing it to Mia. She barely managed to catch the phone, fumbling and managing to save it.

"Call me if you need me. I think you're gonna need all the help you can get."

There was a pause, as Call Girl vanished over the roof. Mia turned and began looking at the numbers on the buildings. Cartman was leaned against a wall, surveying the facilities.

"So, I guess any fucking asshole thinks they can be a superhero?"

"Fuck off, Coon." Mia deadpanned, as she searched for the right building.


"You guys see Scrambles in here?"

It wasn't the building Call Girl had indicated, but the path was blocked by Professor Chaos's various decorations and lava without an air compressor nearby. Suddenly, there was a hiss, and a slow clattering as lava began tumbling down. A low, ominous chuckle filled the room.

"Will you stop fucking around Chaos?!" Coon shouted, frustrated.

"Not Professor Chaos. His partner in crime..."

They all turned to see a tiny red-haired boy, decked fully in tinfoil.

"General Disarray!"


Disarray was a surprisingly clever little opponent. He knew he was weaker than the Coon Friends, so he kept his distance, using the Chaos minions Butters had hired as a human wall, while pelting the friends with lava from above. He was fast, too, darting between them and repositioning himself whenever he felt cornered, but after some effort, he was subdued.

"I think that's the last of them!" Toolshed called over the sound of lava flooding the sides of the room.

"Don't count on it. We should make a- wait, Super Craig?!" Coon turned. Craig was trapped behind the lava, awkwardly looking down at it.

"Shit, there's no air compressor here, no way I can remove that lava!"

"Hang on Super Craig, we're gonna find something to plug Toolshed's Sandblaster into!"

"You and I both know I'm already dead."

It was really weird hearing him calmly accepting his impending death in that same nonplussed deadpan as always.

"No, Super Craig, we're gonna save you! Do something Toolshed!" Coon whipped about, scanning for an air compressor, or something.

"There's nothing here!" Toolshed looked around, wildly. "My sandblaster needs compressed air to work!"

Compressed… Air.

God. Fucking. Damn it.


"Jesus christ, that's your asshole?!" Mosquito squeaked as the air burst out of the sandblaster, blowing away the lava and knocking Craig on his ass.

"What- what happened?" Craig blinked, genuinely baffled.

"The new kid shoved a tube up his ass and cleared away the lava."

"Oh." He sounded sorry he'd asked.

"You guys go and get Chaos! I'm gonna try and stabilize Super Craig!" Cartman suddenly pulled out a syringe and jammed it right into Craig.

"OW! Fuck!"

"It's cool!"

"What the fuck?!" Mia blurted.

"What the fuck was that you asshole?!"

"It's an intracardiac injection Super Craig, I had to stabilize you!" Coon casually showed him the syringe.

"Are you fucking serious right now?!" Craig shouted. "You could have fucking killed me!"

"Jesus christ, Cartman." Mia pinched her brow.

"Where the fuck did you get that?!" Toolshed stared in disbelief.

"Online." Coon shrugged. "Super Craig just stay still, you've suffered a lot. You guys go ahead, I'm just gonna stabilize him."

Mia threw her hands up and turned away, growling "Oh my god, you stupid c-"


"I can hear cats."

Despite Coon's distaste for Call Girl, he had his ear pressed against the shutter door that she had indicated to them earlier, listening intently. Mia gave the handle a slow wiggle.

"It's unlocked." She muttered. "Everyone ready?"

The others nodded, tensing, before she threw the shutters upwards.

"Hey, what the fuck?!"

There were four men. They didn't look particularly healthy, and the chemicals all over the room didn't look especially safe either.

"Who is that?!"

"Oh my god! That's the vigilante!"

He would have to be more specific because there were actually a bunch of vigilantes right now. Cartman swaggered forward a bit.

"That's right! The Coon!"

"And some little fat kid too!"

Coon deflated a little, but undeterred, yanked out the wanted poster.

"This cat! Where is it?!"

Mia was a bit impressed by Cartman's determination, but she was hoping that he'd at least not whine if she took the time to free all the other cats in the drug lab.

"That's some real high-grade shit there." One of the men said, impressed. "Cat like that would go straight to the boss man himself!"

"You idiot!" Another screeched. "You don't talk about him! Now we gotta kill these shits."

The men spread out, fists and makeshift weapons at the ready. Shit. Meth heads were dangerous. Mia had seen that on TV, how people on Meth could do crazy shit just because their bodies were too drugged out to realize they shouldn't be functioning like that.

Mia, not wanting to get too close, attempted to kick one of the barrels towards them. The thing began rattling violently.

"Duck n' cover!" One of the addicts shouted. The barrel suddenly exploded violently, but luckily it was a fairly small blast and there wasn't too much shrapnel. Still, better to not do that again. Or maybe to do that more, but at a safer distance. That was too close for comfort.

"Looks like you could use some help!"

Call girl suddenly swept into the room, snapping out a selfie stick. Was she… using it like a fighting staff? She was. That was a pretty good use of a selfie stick. Nice.

"Watch it. This place is super unstable!" Mia shouted, as another small explosion rocked the room.

The meth heads seemed undeterred, and advanced towards them. Suddenly, one of their phones started beeping. The man paused, pulling it out, expression confused, then alarmed. And then his phone exploded.

"Oh! Jesus!" Mia jolted in surprise. "That was kick-fuckin'-ass!"

The men were being scattered- despite their drug-induced endurance and rage, they were outnumbered and the place was on fire and this was really just going downhill fast.

"We probably shouldn't be here." Craig noted, observing the blaze as he punched a man in the shins hard, knocking him down.

"All right, all right!" The man squealed, giving in, backing up. "It ain't us! The big man has all the crime families together! The italians, the russians, the sixth graders… they all work for him."

Call Girl snapped her selfie stick aggressively. "Who's the big man?!"

"He don't even do it for the money!" The man's voice was shrill, his eyes utterly panicked. "It's like- like he wants more crime in the streets! We got to do this if they tell us! We're already dead for telling you!"

He began flailing, suddenly, sending chemicals crashing all over the place, spreading the fire more.

"Shit!" Mia squeaked, fleeing.

"Time to go fa-fast!" Fastpass squeaked, as they bolted from the flaming storage unit, the thing making a nasty creaking sound. The whole thing fell apart as flames gushed out into a small mushroom cloud.

"Everyone… everyone alive?" Mia asked finally, sitting up. Fastpass did a speedy headcount.

"Yep! Everyone got out."

"My butt was on fire for a second but it's okay now." Craig muttered, grimacing.

Mia tipped her head. "Holy shit, that just set off like all the car alarms in South Park."

"Aw man!" Coon giggled, somewhere between genuinely delighted and a bit freaked out that he'd nearly been killed in a fireball. "Kick ass!"

Call Girl sighed. "...Well, only one way now." She pointed at the largest storage door. There was red paint in front of it and a giant Chaos emblem on the door itself.

A cackle came from one of the speakers. "It's raining Chaos! You've come far, Coon Friends, but now you're trapped in my inner Sanctum!"

"Man, I never thought of Butters as the supervillain type." Mia mumbled.

"Oh man, he's been Professor Chaos pretty much since the beginning." Human Kite admitted. "I think it was 'cause we were being kinda dicks to him… So he made himself into the villain. And he was… mostly really bad at it."

"Well he sure as heck is doing a bang-up job of being a pain in our asses."

"Got the code." Call girl sighed. "...Oh, Butters…"

"What?" Mia raised her hand to the keypad.

"...Zero-One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven."

"Ohhhh, Butters." Mia sighed.


"Dude, the fuck?!"

There were dozens of trucks. All covered in tinfoil. And all filled with lava.

"That- that's a fuckton of tucks. And lava. One metric fuckload."

"Oh my god, he's gonna declare the entire town lava." Coon stared in shock.

"Well well! You actually made it to the end Coon Friends!"

The group looked around, puzzled. There was no sign of Butters anywhere. Where the hell had he got to?

"And now you know you are too late! All of South Park is about to be covered in lava! Just think about it! Everywhere will be off-limits! Everyone will have to just stay where they are! It'll be absolute Chaos!"

"Come out and fight like a man, Chaos!" Clyde shouted, indignantly.

Chaos's voice was closer and no longer projected like before. "Oh I am much more than a man now, Mosquito. I have finally got enough tinfoil to piece together my greatest weapon yet…"

Slowly, the Coon Friends turned around to face a huge tinfoil mecha. Made of Chaos Minions, too, but mostly tinfoil.

"Oh." Mia managed to squeak.

"Greetings!" Professor Chaos grinned wickedly. "I'd like like you to meet…"

The mech slid forward, aggressively.

"Mecha Minion Chaos Supreme!"

"Es un trabajo…"

"Oh shit, bro." Toolshed mumbled.

Mia nodded weakly in silent agreement, her mouth going dry. That was… Yeah, okay, this thing was genuinely super impressive. This was gonna hurt.


Mia breathed heavily. She was really getting sick of dodging rockets. Butters had a surprising amount of ingenuity when he chose to really apply himself to something, and this robot was no exception. Still, its legs were beginning to shift- tinfoil can only hold up for so long under a rain of ass-kicking. Suddenly, it crumbled, legs shattering beneath the mecha. Several of the Chaos minions fled, having been frightened away.

"Aw, come back minions!" Butters pleaded, but sighed. "...W-well, okay fellas, this was a minor setback, but Chaos cannot be stopped so easily!"

"Man, really?" Stan groaned, slamming his drill into the ground. "Drillslinger!"

Mia grunted as she yanked a stray chunk of tinfoil from her face and tossed it aside. "Seriously? He's still going?!"

"We have to beat you up all over again?" Super Craig shrugged. "Okay."


Another crumble, this time, the Mecha's arms and second set of legs were broken from it. Well, the "second set of legs" were just a Chaos minion, but…

"I'm really glad we opted for three phases!" Professor Chaos grinned, perched safely in his cockpit, with a pair of dogs acting somewhat like battle mounts. Mia's ice and flame attacks weren't doing too much, and she couldn't seem to really confuse Chaos either with her glitter, forcing her to rely on her defensive bubbles and healing. Honestly, plain brute force was all that seemed to work on this thing.

The dogs suddenly leapt and spun, and Mia groaned, glad she was a distance from them.

"Jesus Christ Butters," Call Girl scowled. "This isn't france! You can't just let your dogs shit everywhere!"

"Oh don't worry, I have a cleanup crew booked for after."

Mia gritted her teeth. She needed to focus. Butter's mech was almost destroyed. It had been pelted with everything the Coon Friends could hurl at it. It just needed a good solid blow…

Before Mia could think up a plan, Captain Diabetes rushed in, headfirst, bubbled by Mia's shield, and crashed right through the mech, sending it to the floor, crumbling to bits. Professor Chaos uttered a cry as he tumbled from his shattered cockpit to the floor, landing hard.

"Whoa." Mia grinned. "Nice hit!"

The kids quickly surrounded Butters. Mia noted that Call Girl had vanished- probably got a text she needed to answer.

"Alright Chaos, talk! Who gave you the money to do this!" Toolshed growled. Chaos remained still.

"...Butters! Wake up!" Kyle shook him.

"I think he's dead dude."

Coon rolled his eyes. "He's not dead." He gave Butters a little kick and the boy grunted, startled awake partially.

"Uhn!"

"Uh, f-fellas, I think we better get him to base…" Fastpass suggested.

Coon hoisted Chaos to his feet. "Alright, we'll put him in a holding cell…"

"The Holding Cell?" Butters frowned warily. "Oh jeez, it's kind of late fellas. I should get home or I'm gonna be grounded."

"Butters, you just tried to kill us." Mia sighed, pinching her brow. "Or if not kill, at least maim or seriously injure…"


After an uncomfortable goodbye with Toolshed (she felt bad for Kyle. Seems like he still thought highly of Stan, despite whatever political differences had made them go to different franchises, and likewise), Everyone made it back to the Coon Lair, with Professor Chaos safely locked in a little doggy cage. It was actually a big doggy cage so it was a good cell for him.

"What if the person paying Butters wasn't a kid?"

"I-is that it Chaos? Were you paid by an adult?" Jimmy kept his tone light- clearly going for the "good cop" style of interrogation.

"I'm tellin' ya; I don't know his name fellas! Nobody does!" Butters flailed his arms a little. "He's just tryin to unite all the crime families in town!"

"Yeah, yeah, we heard that part already." Mia grumbled. "How about something we don't know?"

Butters clutched the bars of the cage, voice soft and earnest. "He- He's everywhere." He glanced about shiftily. "He's nameless. Faceless. He can change his appearance like the wind changes directions."

"Wait, what'd you say?" Coon stood, tilting his head. Mia watched this unfold, frowning. Something was weird about all this but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"He says there is a revolution coming and the darkness of our own hearts will bring about our undoing!"

"...oh my god…"

"...Whoa. Heavy." Mia muttered.

"He… is that which liberates and he knows the true weakness of tolerance, and his coming will bring about a tide of Chaos like nothing we've never seen, you betcha!"

Butters went quiet, taking several deep breaths.

"...There's only one person I know of who can disguise himself so easily… And it's the same person who might have a motive for tearing South Park apart…!"

"Who?!"

"...Mitch Conner."

"...Mitch Conner?!"

"Oh no. No, no no no no no no." Kite groaned, pinching his brow.

"Who?" Mia frowned. Luckily, she wasn't the only one in the dark- Diabetes seemed just as utterly baffled.

"Who's Mitch Conner?"

"It's Cartman's dumbass hand puppet!" Kyle shouted, rage beginning to build in his eyes.

Mia slowly pressed her forehead into the table. God dammit, Cartman… She tuned him out mostly, until the end of his little rant.

"It couldn't be Mitch Conner. Conner died in an oil rig explosion in northern Alaska."

Kyle shoved backwards, his chair screeching against the floor. "...Fuck this. I'm going to bed."

"Yeah." Mia sighed. "I'm going home too actually. I gotta lock the door up so my parents don't get paranoid… More paranoid."

"Yes, yes, good idea. Everyone go home. It's getting late. Let's all meet tomorrow… after... School."


Mia slammed her face into her pillow once she'd snuck back home and re-locked the doors, snuggling into her bed. It was nice to be all cuddled in blankets like this. Even if they were no closer to solving this weird goddamn mess. She felt a bit bad that Professor Chaos had been locked inside Coon's basement, but he at least was allowed to have a blanket in there. And a little dog bed that happened to be the right size for him.

As it was, Mia's eyes were slowly fluttering shut. Tomorrow was another day.


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