Author's Note: Everyone lands in Tokyo in this chapter. Well, expect for one person… Speaking of Japan… All those poor people over there with all the earthquakes and other disasters… Anyway a thanks to L.A.M.B. who reminded me about Manny and Sam's parents. And thanks for the ideas =)

Now Shelbourne was piloting the helicopter through the air with a smile of triumph plastered across his smug face. He had successfully stolen Flint's Time Machine. But he had trouble leaving the City Hall. The moment he opened the double doors, the Ratbirds attacked him. They pushed him down the City Hall stairs and he face-planted the sidewalk at the bottom.

"Squawk!" one of the Ratbirds cried out as if laughing at him. After he got to his feet and raced down Main Street. The Ratbirds flew after him like missiles. Once they caught up to him, they began to peck at his trench hat. At one point, they actually grabbed it and flew away with it. Then they attacked his hair. Some attacked the remains of his trench coat.

"Get away! Shoo!" he wailed and waved his arms at them. But they didn't stop. When he pulled out a smoke bomb out of his pocket, the Ratbirds knocked it out of his hand and he screamed all the way down Main Street. Finally, he stopped in his tracks and pulled out his gun. When he pointed it at the Ratbirds, they stopped in mid-air and their eyes widened.

"Squawk?" one of the Ratbirds asked. The Ratbirds stared at the gun.

"Yeah, you got it. If you come one flatter closer, I'll shoot you." Shelbourne growled. The Ratbirds stared at him. But they weren't done yet. The Ratbird that had been messing with his hair swooped down and dropped the gun out of his hand.

Before he could pick it up, the Ratbird snatched it up and flew away to the direction of the Atlantic Ocean. Still watching, Shelbourne watched as the Ratbird dropped the gun and it landed in the ocean with a splash!

"Curse you, Ratbird!" he yelled at it. Then he stomped away, with the Ratbirds squawking away happily.

Now he stood piloting the helicopter. He had gotten away from the Ratbirds alive and managed to steal the invention. But his trench coat was ruined even more, his hat was gone, his hair looked like a bird's nest, he had scratches and cuts on his face from falling down the stairs and his clothes were all dusty.

"Every Code goes through times like these." He muttered under his breath and piloted the helicopter through a cloud.

xxx

"GUYS! WE ARE HERE!" Code 4 cried as she woke up and saw sunlight spilling into the plane. The plane was getting lower and lower and finally the wheels whirred out and hit the run way. Yawning, the other Codes rubbed their eyes.

"Already? That was fast." Code 5 replied groggily and stretched.

"Most of the flight was during the night." Code 3 explained as he woke up and watched as the stewardess walked around to make sure everyone was okay.

Then the seatbelt sign blinked off and the passengers cheered all around. Slowly, people began to get up and collect all their belongings. The Codes instantly glanced at the overhead compartment and Code 3 pulled the duffle bag out. He opened it and looked inside. Then he nodded.

"Everything's fine." He sighed with relief.

"Thank God. I don't want to know what might have happened." Code 4 sighed and they waited their turn to walk off the plane…

Later, as they collected their entire luggage and signed a bunch of forms saying that they didn't bring anything to Tokyo to hurt anybody (big lie) and finally were rolling out the front doors of the airport to catch a taxi outside. But the moment, they were about to exit, a security guard stopped them.

"I must check your suitcases before you leave." He replied.

"Huh? Why? We already signed all the forms and all that!" Code 4 demanded and glared at the guard. The last thing they needed was another guard taking the duffel bag again and not giving it back.

But the guard didn't say anything. He just took the suitcases and the duffel bag and placed them on a steel table. Then he slapped on some rubber gloves and opened up each suitcase. The Codes watched him with bored expressions, as he rummaged through all their belongings. Finally he took the duffel bag and zipped it open.

"Sir, we can explain—" Code 4 began to say, but instead of getting the stern expression from the guard, he was grinning.

"This is so cool! What it is? Is it a new version of a microwave? Or one of those bug robots, I heard about on the news?" he guard held the TLDSMDFADR in his hands and inspected it.

The Codes watched him with wide eyes. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. The security guard wasn't taking it away or yelling at them for bringing weird things into the country. They were speechless.

"Uh, can we have it back? We have to get going." Code 7 glanced at the guard and politely asked him. He nodded and placed it back into the duffel bag. Then he gave them back their bags, while grinning from ear to ear.

"Sayonara!" he called after them.

"Huh?" Code 4 raised an eyebrow at him and turned around with the other Codes.

"It means 'goodbye' in Japanese!" the guard waved and smiling the Codes waved back and left.

They finally went out the airport front doors and gasped when they stepped outside. The street and sidewalk was crowded with people. There were people riding bikes, tourist buses, cars and then the loud rumbling of Tokyo's famous bullet train was heard from somewhere. People were talking in rapid Japanese everywhere. Only a few wisps of English were heard here and there. But the place was incredible.

"I love it here." Code 4 breathed out and the other Codes agreed instantly. They walked to the edge of the sidewalk and began to wave at taxis passing by. Finally one stopped. It was yellow with a red stripe passing through the taxi. All four of them squished in the backseat.

"Koko de, anata wa watashi o unten suru ka?" the driver asked and turned around glance at them. The Codes stared at him. They blinked in confusion and the driver rolled his eyes.

"You, tourists? American?" he asked in poor English. The Codes nodded.

"We need a good hotel to stay in, sir. Can you drive us to one? Thank you." Code 3 replied and the driver smiled.

"Good Hotel? 5-star, no? Of course!" he smiled and slammed his foot on the gas pedal.

The taxi sped down the busy streets of Tokyo. There were tall buildings everywhere. It was like New York City, except the buildings here were much more modern. Some were built at odd angles and others were made of different colored glass. Some were skyscrapers you'd see every day in NYC. But the Codes all pressed their faces against the windows and awed at the sights.

The traffic went by pretty fast and the Codes were surprised that it went by so fast for a city that had so many cars. Then there were the people. There were everywhere! At every corner and alley. They walked in and out of buildings.

Soon they drove down a street that amazed the Codes even more. It was a market. All around people set up food stalls. Most of them were fish. There were hardly any cars here. Just a few taxis slowly zipping by.

"This is even better than Paris." Code 5 grinned and watched the market stalls.

"Both are good. Each city is unique in its own way." Code 3 smiled and rolled down the window. The Codes leaned out of their seats and all stuck their heads out of one window.

Instantly the smell of fish and fresh food smacked them hard and instead of sticking their heads back inside the taxi, they took in deep breaths. Now the market was well behind and rows of restaurants appeared. These were stalls too. The food was being cooked right outside. Now the smell of cooked food was drafting in the wind.

"I'm hungry now." Code 5 smiled and watched as some chef was chopping something rapidly with a butcher knife.

"I gotta buy myself one of those." Code 4's eyes twinkled playfully.

"What?" Code 7 asked.

"A butcher knife," She smiled, "And then become a sushi chef."

"Ha! I wanna see you try! You can't even cut anything without getting scratches on your face or hands!" Code 3 chuckled.

The Codes all laughed and now the street changed. The stalls disappeared and the taxi was now racing down the normal city streets. The tall buildings reappeared and the Codes sat back down in their seats and rolled the window back down. They were all excited what they were going to do in Tokyo. They didn't even know why Shelbourne told them to meet here in the first place. The only guess they had was all the modern technology. But they had a feeling it was something else too.

xxx

Soon the plane that Flint and the henchmen were on, landed and the engine was slowly shutting down. They stretched from sitting on suitcases for so long. Jag almost fainted with relief when he realized they had finally landed on solid ground.

"How do we get off the plane?" Esto asked and got up. They had never thought about it. They got on the plane, but now the problem was getting off.

"We could move to the front of the plane and get off with all the other passengers." Flint suggested and Steve jumped onto his shoulder. Steve was getting hyper. The poor guy had been sitting for so long, that he didn't get a chance to really run around. But once they got off the plane, he was ready to let it all out.

"But they ask for passports and boarding passes went you get off the plane." Reg explained.

"True… Hey! I have a really stupid idea, but I think it's worth it." Esto suddenly smiled and they all turned to look at him. He was smiling widely.

"Tell us." Jag sighed. They didn't have a choice really.

"Well, we could climb into some of the suitcases and then the carriers will get us off the plane and when we end up in the airport, we'll hop out of the suitcases!" Esto suggested and felt proud that he had come up with the idea that no one else would have thought of.

But Reg instantly told him why it was a bad idea, "They carry the suitcases to the conveyer belts, where the passengers get their suitcases. How do you think the owners of the suitcase will feel when they see people jump out of their luggage?"

Esto frowned and hung his head. So much for his stupid idea. But then the luggage compartment door opened up and they heard voices. Gasping, they jumped behind a pile of luggage and watched as some men began to unload the suitcases and bags down a conveyer belt, which would bring them to a truck, that'll drive them to the airport.

"Shit. We're doomed." Esto cursed and watched the men unload the stuff.

"We need a couple of brilliant minds to figure this one out." Jag frowned.

"You idiot! Are you saying we aren't those brilliant minds! We are henchmen, a scientist, and a talking monkey! What more can you ask for?" Reg hissed and Jag didn't say anything.

They watched the men not come for a while.

"Let's get out now!" Flint got up and they followed him. They all glanced outside the door and saw that the men had left somewhere. Quickly, they all slid down the conveyer belt and landed on solid ground.

Now they made a man dash for the airport.