Marie and Sandbar stood in line, bored at how long it was taking to get into the store. All for some simple information as well.

"Oof. This be takin' longer than a hog-tied jellyfish tryin' bebop through some snow."

All Marie could do in response was chuckle since she had no idea what the yellow boy just said. "Pfffhehe...what...?"

"This line, man! All we need is some information, yo."

The gray colored girl gave an idle stretch. "I've waited in longer lines before. Besides, there's no harm in letting them buy what they want."

In total, it took about an hour for the line at the candy store to finally disperse so they could reach the front desk. Once they got there, they would arrive to find an exhausted jellyfish limp.

"Please for the love of the great ancient zapfish do not ask for another mixed candy bag. Those take too long to make and I'm losing my mind here around all of this pink, gah!"

Sandbar bit his lip to keep himself from laughing, and stepped forward. "Nah fam. We ain't here for that. In fact we's got a question for ya."

"Do you remember who purchased these yesterday?" Marie placed the sack of chocolate coins on the counter.

"Oh those?" The jellyfish pondered for a moment. "Some weird kid in a dark hoodie that kept their face hidden. Besides that, I can't tell you anything else due to buyer-seller confidentiality and the fact that it'd be too easy for me to just-"

Sandbar sighed. "Dangit and we was so close. Now we back at square one, ya'll."

He and Marie left the confines of the crowded store and headed out to the square.

"Hm. Guess I'll have to do some investigating myself," Marie mused. "Someone essentially finessed Sheldon out of his weapon stock and acts like they want to remain anonymous. That can't be good."

"Darn tootin'!" Sandbar agreed. "We gots ourselves a heck of a kerfuffle."

"No. Sorry, but this isn't your fight, kid." Marie denied said to put him aside. "This person now poses a city-wide threat and tricked one of my close friends. You need to stick with yours."

Despite her words, the yellow boy stepped right over them with his own. "Ya serious? Heck naw, whoever this fool is messed with my friend Trident. I'mma do this my way, thank ya very much."

"Hey if that's what you wanna do, I won't stop you. But right now, I need to get back to Sheldon and make sure he's not crying with his face in a giant tub of ice cream again."

"Wha...?"

"Don't ask. See ya, kid. Oh and one more thing. Resin." Marie mentioned casually as she began to talk away.

"Ya'll say what now?"

"Resin. That's the kid's name," she repeated before she rounded the corner of the block, going out of sight.

"Hrm..."

Later on, by the time Sandbar returned to Trident's house, he found Trident's mother in the kitchen washing dishes after the cataconic party.

"Sandy? Tortuga and Ravine are here. They're upstairs seeing how my boy is."

The yellow boy stopped in his tracks. "Mrs. T. You alright?"

"Ohhoho...I'm just fine," the mother responded, her voice laced with irritation. She stopped her cleaning and turned around, facing the boy and squatted to be at his eye level. "Sandy...I've known you for a long time. You and Trident have had a very close friendship since the day you two met. And since your parents weren't really around to take care of you...I've tried to fill the role for you the best I could."

"Yeh...I know, ma'am. And I'm grateful 'n all but-"

"Just...do me a favor and find whoever did this to my baby. Embarrassing him like that...I oughta find them myself." She stood up and went back to washing the dishes as normal. "Have a good day, dear!"

In response, Sandbar slowly stepped out of the room and hurried upstairs. "Dang...she trippy when she's upset."

Once he arrived at his friend's room, he would be greeted to the studious cyan inkling typing away at his computer with Ravine lying on her front, looking up at the TV and Tortuga reading from a book.

"Finally, he's arrived," Trident turned around in his swivel chair. "I feel a lot better after that...mosh pit I was in last night."

"We've been waitin' for ya, Sandman. Git over here. Ravine's got somethin' to say."

The deep blue squid girl rose to her feet. "Yesth, yesth! You sthee, my bossth wasth justh getting me ready for the nexth Sthplatfesth and the OK Coral Cafe isth gonna have a big pancake and waffle contesth!"

"An eatin' contest?" Sandbar held his hands over his stomach in discomfort. "Naw, naw, naw ya'll. Last time I did one'a them, I ended up barfin' out mah ink!"

"Relax, my stressful friend," Trident spoke up to relax him. "There will be no eating involved. Ironically. Instead, it's a race. The website is advertising it right now, come look."

Sandbar went over to the computer. "Race?"

"Mixed vehicle," Tortuga said, "bikes, roller blades/skates, skateboards, scooters. Basically anything with wheels that's powered by your own energy."

Ravine nodded with confirmation at the purple girl's statement. "Uh-huh! The winner getsth a yearsth supply of pancakesth or wafflesth depending on what side they're on!"

"Huh, sounds good, ya'll. You all gonna enter?" Sandbar grabbed the mouse and scrolled through the list of contestants who had already signed up to enter. But there was one name in particular that caught his attention.

Watercress

Volley

Resin

"...Ya'll, we got a problem."