Amy's p.o.v****

"..." We all sat, looking at Bobobo with blank, waiting faces. We'd been like this for awhile, just sitting here after Bobobo had whispered something to our driver, Sir Puablo Fuzzynuggets (A bunny rabbit with a disturbingly human face), and then sat back. That was three hours ago, and here we still sat...until Bobobo sucked in some air and paused, then went right back to being straight-faced and sitting silently.

I sighed, looking out one of the many circular windows in Softon's car, chin on my palm and elbow on my knee. The passing scenery went by in a blur: A bear picnic, footballs playing soccer dressed in English clothes, salsa-dancing chips, and a bunch of sheep hazing a baby lamb with spraypaint. I frowned and sighed, knowing that usually I'd be happy and relaxed with the normal, calming scenery that people saw everyday. But not now, not with Zar Baldie Bald's request hanging in my mind like Don Patch on the back of a churros truck.

I kept hoping that I'd think of a way out of this mess, but I knew I never would. It was as pointless as the second season of Black Butler, and much less entertaining.

"ALRIIIIGHT!"Bobobo cheered, making me yelp and jump, heart stopping for a moment at his loud outburst. I looked over, seeing him sitting straight up with his hands on his knees.

"Now that my dramatic co-main character pause is over," That was one hell of a pause, "I can now tell you where we are going!"

I let out a breath, leaning my back against the window and looking cooly over at Bobobo.

"We are going to Turtle Shell City! It's a legendary location, where Fists are learned. We will go there to hone our skills and become even stronger if we want to defeat the Chrome Dome empire of one hundred years ago!"Bobobo exclaimed, and I nodded. I'd never been to Turtle Shell City, having learned my fist all on my own, but it sounded like just the thing we needed to defeat...

Oh, wait, that's right. Nevermind.

..."So, it's a shopping mall?"I asked, looking around the cheery, hustling and bustling mall complex.

"Wrong! Each shop is a dojo in which you can train, from the Build-A-Bear to the angsting pre-teen clothing store!"Bobobo corrected me, and Gasser got all riled up, running past me.

"I'll train here!"He exclaimed, running right into a bread shop.

"Gasser! You're supposed to be one of the normal ones!"Beauty exclaimed.

"C'mon! This seems legit!"Don Patch and Jelly Jiggler exclaimed, running in oppisite directions. Jelly ran into a 'Nu' shop, Don Patch into the Build-a-Bear.

"You gotta be joking.."I muttered.

"I NEVER JOKE ABOUT PRODUCE!"Bobobo shouted, taking off in a trail of dust right into a grocery store. I turned, looking around for Softon only to see that he had already headed off.

"Mr. Softon went into the bathroom."Beauty mused tiredly, and I nodded. Seemed fitting.

"Hey sis?"Beauty asked, and I looked down, raising an eyebrow, sliding my hands into my pockets.

"Yeah kiddo?"I asked, searching for a place where we could get ice cream. Maybe a place that did chocolate-dipped ones, man those were tasty!

"...Now that the guys are gone, can I ask you something?"She inquired.

"Yeah, what is it?" And sprinkles! The rainbow ones, cuz they tasted better than-

"Do you like Bobobo and Softon?" I paused, grabbing a passerby's drink, taking a sip, shoving it back into his chest, and then turning, making a spit-take as I shot the liquid out in shock. My face turned bright red as I face Beauty, my eyes wide and jaw dropped. Why would she say something like that? How could a thought like that even enter my little sister's mind?

"Why-why do you ask?"I stammered out, still trying to get over my shock at her inquiry. She looked up at me with big, innocent eyes and a small smile found its way onto her face, and I saw something in her face that I'd never expected: Maturity. A very mature look of knowing something I either didn't know, or I was denying.

"C'mon sis, you can't hide anything from me! We grew up together, I know you, and from what I've seen with Mr. Softon and Bobobo, I think you've got a crush!"She exclaimed.

I panicked, looking around quickly to make sure no one heard, then grabbed her by the arms and sprinted to a bench in a shadow where no one was standing except a transvestite armadillo. I sat her down and crouched, looking down at her and asking,

"Wh-what gave you that...idea?"

"C'mon, it's obvious to any girl! The way they're constantly putting themselves in danger to protect you, how they look at you, the way they hold your hand just a bit too long, and don't tell me you've missed those angry glares they give each other whenever one of them does something lovey-dovey!

"Face it sis, they're pining over you."Beauty explained, describing everything I'd been filling my head with lately. I paused, looking down a moment. The armadillo was reading a book about shades of grey or something like that. Beauty was looking up at me. And I...

"Beauty, even if they are," I admitted, "It doesn't matter..." I stopped myself immediatly, feeling a pair of eyes on me. I didn't know where, or how, but they were there. What that woman had said rang in my ears, and I cursed myself, recollecting my thoughts and sighing, plopping down next to Beauty.

"I mean, c'mon! It's Softon and Bobobo, they're goofballs."I joked around, and it was partially true. They were goofballs, and seriously, it would go away in less than two days, whatever feeling they might have had at all. I ruffled Beauty's hair and leaned in, eyes narrowed and a smile on my face.

"Besides, what about you and Gasser?" Her face shot red faster than a pale kid's at a Koolaid fight.

"Amy, Beauty!" I turned, seeing Bobobo walking up to us with a powerful yellow glow around him and a cool-guy-extreme jacket on. The jacket was black with red flames on the bottom, white fur around the collar and the sleeves fitted to his wrists. I gasped, seeing the immense power he held.

"I guess my training was beyond imagination!"He exclaimed.

"But you were in a supermarket!"I exclaimed, but was cut off by something flying right in front of my face.

A...pink flower petal? Screams echoed from farther down the mall complex, and I stood up quickly, a feeling sinking into my gut.

"A Hair Hunt!"I exclaimed, and Beauty and I took off. "Bobobo, we gotta go-" I almost fell on my face as he crashed into my back, wrapping his arms around my neck and me being fourced to support his legs with my hands.

"Onward!"He shouted, pointing ahead with one hand tight on my shoulder.

"Gah..Bobobo...you need to lay off the pasta..."I struggled out as I ran, slowed by his weight so that Beauty was ahead of me.

"Mush!"

"I am NOT your dog Bobobo!"I shouted at him as we came to a corner where the petals were coming from, and I stopped, sliding sideways into the entrance and running forward into quite an odd scene...

Jiggler was dressed like a 'Nu' pimp, with the pants, jacket, hat, cane, everything. Don was comforting him, dressed in a red kimono with heavy makeup on. Softon and Gasser were making exclamations that there were flower petals on them, and that was not right, because they were men, and these were not manly flower petals.

"...I really question why I travel with you lot..."I muttered, looking ahead as a man laughed, seeing the purple-haired guy from the bridge standing there, looking worse-for-wear, as a man stood in front of him.

He had long, light brown hair that went to his shoulders, a white fedora on his head with a pink stripe, a pink dress shirt with a dark pink flower over the breast pocket, and purple-stripped pink pants with yellow-tinted sunglasses.

"Someone's in need of a fashion intervention."Beauty muttered. The man smiled cooly at us, his eyes calm and almost smiling at us themselves, his hand on his hip as pink petal danced around him.

"Him! That's the one! The survivor of the Hair Kingdom!"Purple-hair exclaimed, pointing to Bobobo on my back.

Bobobo whined like a dog and ducked his head, burying his face in my shoulder.

"No I'm not!"He exclaimed, and I frowned at him.

"You clearly are!"I shouted, seeing a sign attatched to the top of his afro with 'courtesy of the Hair Kingdom' stamped onto it.

"Nu-uh!"Bobobo exclaimed, shaking his head violently.

The man laughed and I looked back to him, my arms getting tired from holding Bobobo.

"Well, well, looks like I've finally found you. I'm Wild Whister, leader of the old Hair Hunt G Block troop. Like a flower in spring, I've finally returned to rid the world of the last survivor of the Hair Kingdom."The man mused calmly, smiling and holding up a fresh red rose. I grit my teeth, thinking of Bobobo, and then the mission I had been given.

I was told a specific list of rules. Defeating a former G Block leader was not in them, and Zar Baldie Bald wouldn't have sent him to destroy Bobobo if he knew I'd complied. Therefore, this man must have woken up and left without taking any orders. Bobobo jumped up from my shoulders, landing in front of me with Don and Jiggler standing at his sides.

"If that's the case, then the survivor of the Hair Kingdom is...this guy!"Bobobo exclaimed, holding up Jiggler.

"No way! He's lying!"The purple-haired man exclaimed, distracting Wild. I crouched, smirking and whispering to whoever was spying on me,

"Hey, I was told to bring Bobobo to you. Can't do that if this guy gets in the way, right?" I didn't know if it would tick them off, but it was true. If they got angry, so be it. They had to have Bobobo alive for me to follow through with my instructions, so why not cut down the Chrome Dome as much as I could before hand? A bit of premature payback.

"Fist of the Scorpion: Pesticide!"I exclaimed, flipping over top of Bobobo and throwing a needle. It went right through the flower, but before it could get to the man he caught it. It was placed between his pointer and middle fingers, being two centimeters from where it's intended target was. Damn, he was fast and if he could even see my needle, very skilled. He looked down as the flower immediatly wilted in front of his eyes, falling limp to the ground.

"Hm,"He mused with a raised eyebrow, "Impressive. The master of the Fist of the Scorpion, from this generation. You seem to have the quickness of the last one, and the power." He took a step towards me, leaning forward with his face about six inches from mine. "And considerably cuter." I frowned at him, and while he wasn't looking, sent my Fist directly to my fist, pulling it back and decking him right in the eater, sending him stumbling back and holding his jaw.

"YEAH! That's my little girl!"Bobobo cheered, and Wild began to chuckle. I raised an eyebrow, seeing him smile evilly up at us as he raised his hands out beside him.

"Well well, feisty little one aren't we? Be that way. Dance of a Thousand Flowers: Rose Sword!"The man shouted, and rose up out of the ground on top of a massive column of thorny stems, the ground breaking around me and protruding five absolutely massive roses, all motioned towards us like snakes.

Two arms wrapped around me as one shot towards me, flying backwards as it landed directly on where I was just standing.

"Careful kiddo, this guy's buisiness."Softon warned, standing straight and looking out at the man. The rose swiveled and actually whipped the purple-haired guy, sending him into a nearby building.

"What?!"Beauty exclaimed, as Wild laughed.

"My roses cannot discriminate between foe and ally. I didn't need him anymore anyways."He mused.

"Using your allies as weapons and then injuring them nonsensically?! Who would do something like that?!"Bobobo exclaimed, as he threw Jelly and Don in front of him as meat-sheilds. I paused, then facepalmed. Oh Bobobo...

"Gnah!" I looked up immediatly as something whipped by me, missing my face by inches as a massive rose latched around Softon's feet, dragging him away quickly by the feet.

"Softon!"I exclaimed, running after him only to have Bobobo wrap his arms around my left arm and torso, holding me back as I struggled.

"No Amy! Stay back!"He shouted, but I didn't want to. Softon was in danger, especially as the rose lifted, holding Softon upright as the others whipped out.

"Ah!"Beauty and Gasser screamed, being quickly snatched up by roses and brought into the air, along with Don Patch and Jiggler.

"Hey! Put them down!"I shouted at the man, who mearly smiled at me. Bobobo set me down and exclaimed,

"Those are my friends, and you can't hurt my friends, ya dig? Only I can do that!" I look up, seeing him glowing a bright, violent yellow that I had some feeling had to do with the new threads. "You're gonna have to face...Super Bobobo!"He exclaimed, and I felt the shift in the atmosphere.

"Super Bobobo?"I asked, and he held his fists tight, looking up at Wild. I wonder what kind of attacks he has now that he trained in that supermarket?

"LOW SODIUM OR FAT FREEE!"Bobobo shouted, pulling out two open bags of chips, aiming them at Wild. From the bags flew potato chips, that, once spinning rapidly, turned into shuriken, slicing and dicing the tall, spikey column of stems.

"What?!"Wild exclaimed, eyes going wide as his column fell, sending him flying towards the ground.

He landed on his feet, but Bobobo wasn't done yet.

"CHECK THE EXPIRATION DATE!"He shouted, and actually plucked out a nosehair! He weilded it, the tip sharpening and looking all...badassery. He ran at Wild, who didn't want to have any of it and jumped high in the air, doing a backflip over Bobobo and shouting,

"I've been working out, too! Fist of the Rose: Hungry Venus!"

From the stone floor sprouted about ten large, purple venus fly traps, each with a set of unnatural-looking teeth.

"Ah!"Beauty shouted, and I looked up, eyes wide. They were struggling, some liquid pouring out of Jelly's as he screamed.

"Oh, yes, did I fail to mention that each of those roses holds human-erosion liquids? I assume your friends will be wilted faster than a plucked flower!"Wild exclaimed, and I grit my teeth.

Beauty was in some serious danger, and I wasn't gonna stand for that!

"Bobobo!"I shouted, and he gave me a serious look, nodding.

"PAPER...OR PLASTIC!"He shouted, and leaned down. Out of his afro, a cannon rolled forward, manned by a tiny rasin with a military uniform. "Onward! Towards victory! Unleash the raisins!"

The cannon blasted five times, tiny raisin soldiers shooting out and looking angry and intense. Wild got a mocking look on his face and pulled a Matrix, leaning back as the raisins shot over him.

"Ha! Missed!"He shouted.

"No he didn't!"I retorted, as the raisins slashed across the stems of the roses holding up our friends, sending them crashing to the ground. Except Jiggler. His missed.

I smiled at the shocked and disturbed look on Wild's face, compleatly ignoring the face that a shriveled up grape just cut down fifty foot plants. With Wild distracted, this was my last chance. Damn, I hope Baldie Bald's watching.

"Fist of the Scorpion: Toxic De-Weeder!"I shouted, throwing three needles. As I did, I jumped, one of the venus fly traps launching up and sinking it's teeth around my left forearm, piercing the skin with a vise-like grip.

"Gnah!"I shouted, the needles flying and hitting Wild as I fell, hearing Softon off in the distance running towards me, along with Bobobo as Don and Jelly finished Wild off with some technique called 'chipmunk-burrito-party-bananza'. From the loud explosion and the scream given off, it had nothing to do with the chipmunks. I grit my teeth as Softon and Bobobo both shouted attacks at the same time:

"Goddess Blabs-A-Lot: Garden Sheers!"

"Super Fist of the Nosehair: Jack Don't Let Go!"

Softon brought down a pair of sheers, cutting the venus fly trap's stem, Bobobo slamming an iceburg down on it's head and causing it to immediatly release me, me rolling away and holding my arm, feeling a bit of blood run down to my elbow. I looked down, seeing one deep cut that must have been where all the pressure was, and a few other shallower cuts shaped like frogs.

"You alright?"Bobobo asked, kneeling in front of me. I nodded, hand pressed to the bleeding apendage.

"Here, wrap it up with this!"Bobobo commanded, pulling out some arm wrap covered in pictures of buisiness men riding mechanical bulls. He took my arm in his hand as I removed my hand, wrapping it up in the tacky-looking wrap. What surprised me were his hands, which I expected to be quick and jerky and random and rough. Instead, they were calm, warm, one lightly supporting my elbow while the other slowly and delicatly wrapped the wrap around my wound a few times, and then once more before cutting it with that nosehair sword he had.

He then smoothed down the end, so soft that you would expect he was petting a kitten instead of wrapping my arm up.

"There, all better!"He cheered, and then turned around, pulling me onto his back into a piggy-back ride like I'd given him earlier. I looked down at him, a bit surprised, his arms wrapping securely around my legs as I wrapped my arms around his large neck.

"Hey kiddo."Softon said, and I looked down to see him holding out an icepack, the icepack I'd given him.

"Put this on it. You'll need it to heal faster before our next fight."He instructed, and I nodded, obediantly taking it from him and pressing it to my forearm, keeping it there as I continued to hold onto Bobobo. Right before we turned to leave, I caught Beauty's eye, Bobobo carrying me and Softon walking close behind, almost touching my leg. That same look as before. The knowing one. The slightly amused one. I blushed and looked away, but not before sticking my tongue out at her. And then a thought came to me. About our conversation we'd had, about Bobobo and Softon...

That armadillos lipstick was the wrong shade for it's shell.