Tupperware's plastic-clad shoes scuff along in the sand as he makes his way to the other side of the small pit of makeshift houses. He doesn't stop until he reaches Red's door.

They've been in R'lyeh for only three days, but their sandcastle houses were very easy to build. They make for extremely convenient shelter as well. With time not being a factor without any of the children's parents there to bug them, work goes efficiently well. The whole class can get a full night's rest whenever they want and can share a house with their best friend. When they awake, that is when they can get to work. Many of the plants growing around are interactive. Many of them seem eerily familiar, almost as though they hail from the same world.

For instance, the other day, Craig and Annie followed a trail placated by a lone vine. The thing was black and sleek, shiny like Wendy's wet hair. It had offshoots of other buds growing out of the main stem, but none of them seemed to have had survived. The one vine then multiplied into hundreds of stems, black as night, interlocked and spread all across the ground. They ran up the wall of a sort of ancient rune, complete with indistinguishable hieroglyphs and the full set. At the top of the crumbling, stone wall sat an eldritch abomination not unlike the venus flytrap of Earth. Only this one was ten times as huge. Its black tendrils both dry and wet curled up as they thickened into a blood red bulb. When the bulb opened, it was to reveal rows and rows of menacing, pointy censors all over the rim of the opening. The mouth was full of a foul, blue liquid and the stank reached the children's noses like wildfire. The plant looked stunningly like that over-sized flytrap from Little Shop of Horrors.

This worries Mysterion. If the creatures in this world are cousins of the creatures of his world, then that would only prove his theory even further. For a while, he was never sure that his world truly was ever his world. Ever since Coon & Friends's first run in this city, Mysterion has felt he has a connection with it. Since then, he feels as if there are things that his family isn't telling him. That he is in some way not human. He is nothing but an otherworldly monster like Cthulhu that no matter what cannot be defeated through any worldly instance. He's known all his life that he is not like his friends. And a many strange things have happened in his town ever since he was first born. Can it be that he himself is at least a part of the cause of everything that's happened? Or is he simply a small, puzzle piece, just another pawn in the dark one's plan to take control of the earth, one quiet, mountain town at a time? This is one of the many variants that Kenny has yet to find out. That is why he sent Token to gather supplies from Mr. Garisson's class's main holders.

Tupperware knocks once and waits. Sand falls from the outer frame of the door with each rap of his brown fist. He watches it disappear on the ground with interest until more lands on the back of his unsuspecting neck. He looks up to hear the ancient creak of the door to Red and Wendy's apartment rattle open a crack. The redheaded girl pokes her head out, "Yes? Token?"

"Hi there, Rebecca," the boy waves his fingers. "I came to pick up those pliers. Tool Shed needs them to cut the tangle of vines that are creeping their way into the village."

"Right, let me go get them," she replies and then disappears into the house. A few seconds later she reappears and puts in Token's hand a rusty pair of pliers. "Good luck."

He takes them and smiles, "Thanks." He leaves and goes next door to where Kyle and Stan spend the "night."

When he knocks then, Human Kite opens up, already in uniform, "Oh hi, Tupperware. Are we ready?"

"Yep," comes the response. "Mysterion's been waiting for a while I think and then he called me and told me to get you and Stan. Seems like he's ready to put Tool Shed's skills to good use. We're going to start at the tip of the iceberg. Near the far wall where the roots are beginning to hang down from the ground above."

"Okay, I'll call Tool Shed," Human Kite says before turning his head back around to call into the darkness of his temporary home. "Hey, Tool Shed! Get out here! It is time to go!"

"Just a second!" comes a voice from down the hall. "I can't find my damn goggles. It doesn't usually take this long to get into costume." Finally, he appears at the door in full costume but out of breath. His father's yellow, working goggles hang loosely around his neck. "Alright. I'm ready. Let's go."

Tupperware snickers, "I'm surprised your dad doesn't own a pair of pliers less ghetto than these." The three start on a walk toward the highest rise above the dugout. As they approach, the black lines that continuously slither down the mars-like, red wall until the bottom ones brush the ground grow increasingly thicker. "You know, if I'd figured out in advance that all Red had to offer were these old things, I would have brought my own professional pair." Stan and Kyle inwardly sneer and glance at each other from their place walking behind Tupperware's back. Even after bringing his gourmet, cutting knife to slice open an entrance to another dimension, Token still feels the need to rub his wealth in everyone's face.