Amy's p.o.v***

"PEACE AND SERENITY! PEACE AND SERENITY! QUIET QUIET! PEACE AND QUIET!"The guys screamed behind us as we drove down a large, red bridge. Softon drove, with Beauty in my lap and Gasser next to me, the guys being shoved to the back after throwing banana peels at oncoming traffic and claiming that they were spirit detecting fruits. After I explained to them that a banana was actually a berry, and that there were no spirits around, they decided to form a rock band.

"Haha, nothin's changed."I sighed, and was about to begin humming along to them when I heard a revved engine, and before I knew what was happening I was thrown forward, flying through the air with Beauty in my arms, spinning around and landing easily on my feet.

"What in the blue hell?!"I exclaimed, placing Beauty down and standing, looking around. Our car was totaled, the parts scattered about. Don and Jelly peeled off the support rail on the side of the bridge, falling next to me dressed as ballerinas. Gasser was fine, crouched and glaring up at the truck that had hit us. That only left...

"Bobobo!?"I exclaimed, turning and seeing his upper body compleatly wedged in the bridge, only his feet and calves visible.

"I'm dandy as a baby lion!"He exclaimed cheerily. I ran over, grabbing him by the feet and pulling up with all my might, taking one or two tries before I finally dislodged him...

"...Bobobo..."I muttered, looking down.

"Yes?"

"...You're a turnip..."

"Indeed I am." I set him down, allowing him to get back on his feet, his body now a white turnip with sunglasses. He turned, facing the people who had run into us who all stood outside of the car.

I immediatly knew they were hair hunters, just from the way they were dressed.

"We know one of you is the survivor of the Hair Kingdom."One man said, very large and tan with a bad beard and a white-and-red shirt, with some metal thing latched onto this shoulders and pink spiked attatched to them. "Our only question is: Who is it?" Next to him a man laughed, a man with long purple hair in need of cutting, the bangs compleatly covering his face, dressed in a black body suit with red and silver shoulder pads. Oh, and an otter.

"It's no use trying to hide!"The otter said with a small lisp. I grit my teeth, hands clenched as my mind reeled. These guys..there was something not right about them. Something different. I had a bad feeling that if they found out Bobobo was from the Hair Kingdom, he would be in major trouble.

"Yes. We've got a special treat for them."The purple-haired man said in a lazy british accent reminiscent of a certain band with a liking for small black insects.

"You guys are from the Hair Hunt Troops!"Bobobo exclaimed, and the purple-haired man smiled, musing lazily,

"Yes, but we aren't like the weak, two-bit troops of your day. We're from the savage Hair Hunt Troops of over a hundred years ago!" I gaped, taking a step back.

"Oh no! The seal broke already?"I exclaimed, and Bobobo looked down at me.

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout Amy?"He asked, and I explained,

"Well, Hair Hunt Troops from over a hundred years ago were kept in flash-freeze isolation chambers. There was a seal on them, and it was supposed to keep them in suspended animation for a long, long time. Much longer than this!"

"Don't worry,"Jiggler said, mimicking the purple-haired man's voice, "We'll get by with a little help from our friends and a yellow submarine in the octopus's garden."

"...Go stand over there."I ordered, and he slumped over, walking sadly over to the edge of the side of the bridge, sitting down and moping.

"Fine!"The big guy exclaimed, "Then we'll fource the survivor out of you!" Before we could say supercalafragulisticexpialod ocious, they were running right at us.

"Whaaa!"Don Patch exclaimed as the purple-haired guy lunged at hiim, fists moving faster than even I could see, beating the snot out of him.

"Hya!"The otter shouted, slamming a seashell on Jiggler's cranium, moving faster than any Hair Hunter I'd ever seen.

"Pay attention little girl!"The big guy shouted, fist ready to attack. I frowned up at him as he came closer, reaching behind me and pulling out a needle. This is one of those scenes where, if it were on television, everything would get really slow and there would be a close up of my hand piercing the needle into the back of the man's neck, shouting,

"Fist of the Scorpion: Toxic Wasteland!"

The man's eyes grew wide and he shouted out in pain, stumbling backwards as a green, noxious fume emitted from the needle, positioned in that one annoying spot on your back that itches but you can never reach it. He fell to his knees, the needle about to create a toxic odor so strong he'd pass out, before the purple haired man reached back and ripped it from his neck, pausing and examining it. He smirked, looking over at me and musing,

"Hmm, well isn't that interesting. I never thought I'd meet someone with your power in this day and age. You wouldn't happen to be the Master of the Fist of the Scorpion, would you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and nodded, and a laugh came from up above.

"How lovely! We can kill two birds with one stone!" I looked up, two people floating down in front of the original group of hair hunters, both most likely from the same time period. One was a man with spikey black hair and armor, some sort of flight mirror over his left eye. The other was a woman with brow hair that spiked out at the ends in a tight pink dress.

"More of them?"Beauty asked, worried.

The woman looked right at me and smiled, saying,

"We've been looking for you, per orders of the new if not very incompetent Zar Baldie Bald. So, I'd reccomend you come peacefully." Bobobo and Softon moved up, and I was about to tell them to back down when I remembered what Bobobo said to me last night. 'I can protect you...' I reluctantly stepped up with them, but then got an idea.

"You guys take on the rest, but leave the girl to me."I offered. Bobobo gave me a serious look down, and I was hoping that he would accept it.

In truth, this was protecting me. Taking on both of them would be tricky with the moves I allowed myself, but one-on-one would be simple, even with their noted ruthlessness and speed.

"You got it."Bobobo agreed, and I smiled, relieved. I turned, looking at the rest of the gang over my shoulder and whispering,

"Don't let them know that Bobobo is from the Hair Kingdom, okay?" They nodded in unison and I turned back, pulling out a needle and smiling at the girl.

"Bring it, sweetie."I mocked, and she smiled malichiously.

"You got it!"She retorted, and we ran at eachother before anyone could hold us back.

"Fist of the Scorpion: Blood Poisoning!"I shouted, throwing a needle her way as it glowed black. She stopped short, then kicked out to the side, the needle hitting the truck the others had arrived in and quickly causing it to melt, steaming a black smoke.

"Hm, I'm impressed! You're quicker than the Scorpion Child of my generation, at least!"She exclaimed, and then appeared suddenly in front of me. I gaped, shocked at her astounding speed.

"Too bad you can't see as fast."She mocked, and I felt her knee connect with my gut, sending me high up in the sky.

I looked around, seeing a support beam and reaching out, grabbing onto it and pulling myself up onto the top, pausing for a moment to get used to the dizzying height. I looked down, seeing the woman quickly running up the side of the pole up to me. I realized that, if I wanted to defeat her and sucessfully stay out of Zar Baldie Bald's grasp, I had to unleash some serious power. I took in a deep breath, feeling my Fist buzz through my veins and generate power, energy that I would use...now!

As the woman reached the top of the beam, I reacted, slamming my fist into her jaw, feeling it give a small pop as it connected.

"Gnah!"She shouted, flying backwards. She didn't fall off the bridge, instead sliding along one of the large metal chords that connected the suspension poles, one hand on the ground and the other on her jaw wincing.

I wasted no time, feeling all my energy go to my feet as I sprinted, the world around me blurring as I stopped just short of her, appearing in her face faster than she had to mine. I smiled and winked, asking,

"What, couldn't see fast enough?" Before spinning around, kicking her in the side and shouting, "Fist of the Scorpion: Atomic Bomb!" I tossed four needles her way as I leaned back, the needles exploding in unison as an extreme heat flew past me, reddening my face and arms but harming the woman more.

I straightened up, seeing her hanging on by her fingers a ways away from me, struggling. I walked up to her, looking down as the sea roared beneath us. She glared up at me and shouted,

"Don't count me out yet!" She swung forward, under the chord, and behind me. I gasped, barely jumping away from her in time and immediatly countering the attack, reaching forward and grabbing a hold of her throat, spinning around and slamming her into the support pole we'd gotten near.

I pressed her against it, my feet braced on the chord beneath us as I pulled out a needle, pressing it to her abdomen.

"Wait!"She shouted, a trickle of blood running down the side of her mouth from my punch. I paused, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"I snapped, knowing my friends needed me below. She was tense under my grip, but her face was malichious, smiling evilly in my face.

"Don't you want to know what's happening to your friends?"She asked. I froze. Something about the way she said it, the tone she used, told me that she knew something I didn't. The dark look in her eyes told me it was bad, very bad.

"What are you talking about?"I snapped, pressing the needle harder. She grit her teeth, but continued talking, her tone low, smile wider than any I'd ever seen.

"You see, this generation's Zar Baldie Bald is getting frustrated, and when he gets frustrated he gets crafty, I'll give him that. You've alluded some of his best hunters, so he had to get some better than the ones he currently has. Lucky for him, we woke up right in time for his plan to fall into place: His plan to make you go to him of your own accord."She explained, and I laughed at the obsurd idea.

"Oh? I gotta hear this one. What? Anouther huge boss with an affinity for spikey hair gel? A massive army of hair hunters from a hundred years ago? A battilion of stale chips?-"

"Your friends."She interjected, and I felt my gut fall. Anger flared inside me and I leaned into her, tightening my grip on her throat so hard that the next words were strained, "He got an idea that would impress even Baldie Bald the third, if he were woken up yet."

"What idea?!"I snapped, and she got a glint in her eye as she mused,

"Look down. Your friends are fighting Hair Hunters from over a hundred years ago. But the fight isn't to injure them. You see, each Hunter down there holds something that Baldie Bald the fourth engineered himself, tested on subjects.

"I bore witness, and it's quite nasty, the results. You see, each Hunter holds a microchip. Each chip is placed on a spot on the victim. Once activated at Zar Baldie Bald the fourth's Super Dooper Scary Button, the chip will activate, and send antibodies into the victim's bloodstream. In a matter of seconds, they'll be baldified...and dead and gone!" I stiffened, my head snapping down to look at the guys as they fought, a battle waging below us. If this was true, and each of those hunters held one of those chips, then the guys were in danger-

"Don't try to go and warn them, they were implanted with the chips long before I arrived. Zar Baldie Bald tweeted that every chip was active, ready for initiation at his command."She seethed, and I felt my chest tighten. No, this wasn't good! I had to get down there and warn them, had to find out where they were and remove them before Baldie Bald pressed that Super Dooper Scary Button! To think that all of them, even Beauty, were implanted...it made me shiver.

"Don't even think about it."The woman spat, and I looked back at her, my face a mix of shock and fear at her confident, victorious grin. "Zar Baldie Bald has spies everywhere, as well as cameras and an assortment of flavored mints all watching your every move." My heart sank... "That means, if you even so much as hint to them that they have the chips, it's bye bye birdie!"

I tensed, caught. Looking down again, even as the guys were winning, I knew that it was useless. The battle wasn't the point, it was the chips they were already implanted with somewhere on their persons. The chips that were triggers, ready to emplode at any moment. If I tried anything to get them off of them, they would die instantly. I growled, this wasn't something I expected of Baldie Bald. I hadn't thought he would use something this sneeky, this trickey. Fighting was one thing, but science and technology... I had to hand it to him, as much as I detested it. He backed me into a corner. I hadn't even seen it coming.

"...What does he want me to do?"I asked in a strained, dark voice.

"Wait for his signal in two days. Once it's given, you lead them right into a trap where Zar Baldie Bald the third will be waiting with Hair Hunters, who will capture your friends."The woman explained. I laughed bitterly and asked,

"If he's just going to kill them anyway, what's the point?"

"Oh, he isn't going to kill them. No, he's just going to imprison them until he finally has the world conquered, and by that time they'll have no choice but to turn over to his side."The woman corrected me. I closed my eyes, feeling everything but happiness, joy, elation. My friends were in danger, all because of me. And if I didn't betray them, then they were good as dead. And if I did...I'd lose them forever. I cursed Baldie Bald, my heart breaking as my decision was made for me.

"...Tell him I accept."I spat, taking a step back from the woman, my eyes trained on the ground, feeling fifty pounds heavier. She chuckled a bit and it was all I could do to stop myself from lunging at her.

"Glad to see you agreed."She mused, and began to glow a light blue, lifting up and quickly darting across the sky. I looked down, seeing the other Hair Hunters retreating as well.

I took a moment, looking down at my friends as they cheered, high-fiving and hooting in victory. Oblivious. So happy. If only I could be happy with them. If only I knew that every happy moment from now on would be tainted, collected and treasured, because they would be coming to an end shortly. Taking anouther moment to collect myself, knowing not to let on that anything was wrong, I jumped, landing softly on Jiggler's face.

"Sis!"Beauty exclaimed, running up and hugging me. I ruffled her hair, giving my best happy face as Softon walked up to me.

"You good kid?"He asked. No. No I am not.

"Yep! Let's hit the road!"I exclaimed, as Softon led us over to his sporattically appearing car, in the same shape as his boat, just with wheels. We climbed in, Beauty next to me with Gasser on her other side, Don jumping in after tying Jiggler to the back, Bobobo on my other side. The wheels screeched and we took off. I looked up, wanting to ask Bobobo if he'd gotten hurt, instead to find him dressed like Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games.

He quickly looked down at me, face caked in makeup and compleatly serious.

"You know that wood that Don and Jiggler used to build the houses when we were fighing Giga?"He asked in a ridiculously high voice.

"Yeah-"

"IT WAS MAHOGANY!"