Angel: Forgot to mention this last time, but Yellowdrake26 has made even more fanart of Amy, she made two recently, which would make it the 5th drawing she's done of her. That girl deserves a medal honestly for making so much fanart of my OC, and of her with Randy. Go check those out, especially since she's done 50 drawings, please go and give her some support on Deviantart.

I'm going to start updating daily now, or at least try to ^^' Not because of what I said last chapter, but because I've kept people waiting long enough. I'm only on episode 68 though, so at some point, I might have to go back to 2 days a week. And me being the idiot that I am, I completely forgot to mention that I have over 200 reviews XD Things have just been so crazy that it slipped my mind! Thank you to everyone reviewing.

"Launch day, Cunningham!" Howard exclaims as the two boys are waiting in line with everyone else. Today, the McSatchles are launching for the first time to the public, and of course, the two were gonna go. "Weeks of waiting. Hours of standing." Howard himself is sitting in a lawn chair under a hat and wearing sunglasses. He has a cooler nearby. Randy is standing with a big smile on his face. "The McSatchle 299.99 is finally within our grasp!"

"This satchel is going to change everything!" Randy exclaims in excitement. "When people see we got a McSatchle, they'll worship our cheese!" He smiles widely, giving a three-finger sign. Hopefully with this bag, Amy would notice him more...

"McSatchle 299.99!" The two boys exclaim in unison.

"Ah, it's too bad that Ames had to work, though," Randy frowns, rubbing the back of her neck.

"She's right across the street," Howard points to the McFist-A-Plex right across from them. He shrugs it off. "She can always just get one later, she's got money. The two of us splitting one McSatchle is the best idea we've ever had!"

"Yeah, about that..." Randy starts off. "Since I'm putting in most of the money, I'll take the McSatchle Monday through Friday, and you can have it on weekends!"

"Weekends?" Howard throws off his glasses into an alley, where a cat gets hit with it. "How can I rub it in everyone's face if no one sees me with it?" He rubs his face, squeezing his soda can.

"Ames and I will see you with it!" Randy smiles widely. "And I'll be so jealous!"

A noise is heard and they look up ahead to see the doors opening. Everyone runs inside in a stampede, examining the store and the bags. The two boys giggle in amazement as they take a look around. There's statues with the bags, and they run up to them to take a look.

"Oooh..." They murmur at the display of one from a robo-ape. It punches the bag and slams it even to show that the bag is 100 percent indestructible.

The two run up to the cashier eagerly. "Hello. One McSatchle 299.99, please!"

He types in the order and a bag falls in out of nowhere, landing in his hand. "Hmm, that'll be 299 dollars and 99 cents."

Their smiles are still there, but they're blinking. Then their smiles drop and Howard laughs nervously. "Uh, you know we just wanted one of 'em, right?"

The cashier points to a poster nearby, where it says that the 299.99 part advertised is actually... They both gasp sharply at it. "Oh...that's the price," Randy smiles anxiously as Howard is giving a big nervous smile. "See, I thought it was the version number. In that case, I'd like to change our order to none McSatchles, please."

They both smile and inch away from the counter.


"How are people gonna worship our cheese if we don't have a McSatchle?" Howard asks while the two are walking. Randy stops and smiles.

"I figured out how we can get the cash!"

"Took ya long enough," Howard crosses his arms. Randy spins him around and shows him the movie theater. "Yow! That's genius! We'll ask Smith to pay for our McSatchle! She has tons of money!"

"No, what, no," Randy narrows his eyes in annoyance. "I don't wanna make Ames think that we're just friends with her for money."

"But we are friends with her for the money," Howard raises a brow, and Randy punches him in the shoulder. "Ow! I was only kidding...for the most part."

"Anyway, I was talking about the sign," Randy points at the help wanted sign that's posted on the ticket booth.

"Wait, you wanna get jobs?" Howard gives him a look, hands on his hips. "Feels kinda sitcom-y." He taps his chin.

"I'm not crazy about it either," Randy raises his hands, shaking his head. "I'll be working for my sworn enemy...even though Ames has been doing it longer. But on the other hand..."

"McSatchle!" They exclaim again.

"And you get to work with Smith," Howard smirks at his best friend knowingly. Randy turns a deep red, glaring at the obese boy's snickering.

"Howard! She might overhear!"


Viceroy presses a button from his tablet, and a claw takes a boom box. The claw moves it over to a trio of robots that have a rock-and-roll theme going on.

"Uh, what's with the riffraff, Viceroy?" McFist asks in boredom, a McSatchle over his shoulder.

"It's my latest plan to stop the Ninja and Kuonichi!" He smirks, gesturing to himself boastfully.

"MY PLAN!" McFist corrects, holding up a finger. "But I'll allow it." He smiles widely for taking credit once again...

"As you know," Viceroy silently rolls his eyes. "Today is the launch of the most coveted satchel in handbag history..." He brings up a digital rendering of the bag, smiling widely as he gestures to it. "The McSatchle."

"What, you mean this old thing?" McFist questions innocently, striking a few poses with the bag like he's a model.

"My Punk-Bots have been programmed to rouse rabble at the McSac Store," Viceroy explains to him. "They'll lure the two close, and we'll hit 'em with my big surprise," He finishes with a big grin and McFist stops posing.

"DON'T YOU MEAN MY BIG SURPRISE!" He jerks a thumb to himself, earning a look of annoyance from Viceroy.

"Do you even know what your big surprise is?" He places his hands on his hips.

"Don't tell me!" McFist shouts, covering his ears with his hands. "You'll ruin the surprise!"

Viceroy hums slightly, and presses a button to activate the Punk-Bots.

"Yeah!" The Punk-Bot leader exclaims as they throw up peace signs in the air. "Let's disrupt some commerce, eh, lads? Rock-n-roll!"

The three robots are released via the hole from the hovercraft. Using parachutes, they land right in front of Stevens, who had just purchased his McSatchle and was leaving the store. The leader laughs as one of his comrades takes Stevens' bag.

"That's not yours anymore!"

He plays the sad trombone, and even that gets snatched away from him. "Thievery!" His trombone is smashed and then he runs away. One of the bots throws the bag through the window, frightening everyone inside the store. They scream and run around.

Principal Slimovitz is hiding behind his car with his bag when the leader snatches it away. "Give me that! Nice bag, pops." He then grabs a parking meter. "Random destruction!" He actually slams the meter into the car, damaging it badly. Slimovitz holds his head in agony.

"I had five minutes left on that meter!" He exclaims sadly despite the fact that his car is getting destroyed for the umpteenth time.


"Oh, this is the hardest thing ever!" Howard comments to Randy as they're taking tickets in the hall.

"We just have to stick it out until we got enough money for a McSatchle!" Randy gives two thumbs up to the frowning Howard, striking a pose.

"So, the rumors are true."

They turn to see Amy standing there with a hand on her hip, an amused smile on her face. Instead of a bun, her hair is a neat high ponytail, with the ends stopping at her waist. Her bangs are swept to the left. She's in the same uniform as everyone else, which is a red shirt with a few black stripes on the sides. She's also wearing khakis along with white and red sneakers on her feet. And of course, she's wearing her glasses.

"Howard Weinerman and Randy Cunningham got jobs. Never thought I'd see the day to be honest. And at my work place, no less?" She crosses her arms, that smile still on her face.

"Ames!" Randy straightens up with a nervous smile. He gives her a small wave, Howard rolling his eyes. "H-Hi! Oh, you work here? We must have forgotten, but crazy bumping into you here!"

"Ran," She giggles at him. "I know that you did it on purpose to see if I could make work easier for you. Well, mainly Howard."

"Maybe a little..." He coughs a bit, looking away. "But...in all honesty, I just wanted to see you. I felt bad that you got stuck at work while we were trying to get a McSatchle."

Her eyes widen at the explanation and then she smiles softly. "Well, thank you, that's so nice. I can always just get one after my shift. Just getting off my break, actually."

"But can you-"

"No, you guys," She rolls her eyes at Howard. "You just started earning for that McSatchle. Everyone's gonna start somewhere. Like me. I was doing ticket ripping too...and other gross stuff before I got promoted to managing the concession stand. I'm gunning for Assistant McManager," She smiles proudly at them. "Not only do they get more pay, but they get to pick their own hours and basically supervise for the McManager!"

"Hey, tickie rippers," The manager walks up to them from behind. "Report to the big room for gum scraping duty," He drops a bucket nearby, chuckling as he walks away. He then looks over his shoulder. "Amelia, you're being paid to work, not stand around the newbies!"

"Yes, Bryce, I'll get on it," She rolls her eyes at him and waits until he leaves. "He's a jerk, but it's good pay. Anyway, I gotta go back to the concession stand. See you guys later," She waves and runs behind them to join the concession stand.

Howard takes the bucket angrily. "I hate working, Cunningham!"

"It's not all Anti-Bruce!" Randy smiles at Amy running away. Howard follows his direction and grunts.

"You're only saying that because of Amy!"

"Nooo," Randy looks away and the obese boy looks at him knowingly. "Just remember, we're in this together." He joins Howard's side, putting an arm around him. "To the end."

The Nomicon goes off and so does Amy's from her bag nearby. "Oh, thank cheese! Nice timing, Nomicon!" He pulls out the book from his shirt. "Why don't you get scraping, and I'll be there as soon as humanly vloomp-able," He walks off, Howard throwing down the bucket out of irritation.

"What about together to the end?" He accuses, but Randy just speeds into the bathroom. Amy skids to a stop in front of the bathroom, about to open the door. "Isn't this technically slacking off?"

Her eyes widen and she turns to Howard. "I'm not losing my powers again for ignoring the Nomicon. And besides, I told one of my coworkers I was going to the bathroom, I won't be long!"

And with that, she ducks into the bathroom.

They both get into a stall and get shloomped into the book. The two friends find themselves standing side-by-side on a mountain, where they see two other people and a bird. The bird lands on the leaves of a branch, and the two inch forward onto the branch to get it. Together, they hang upside down, and when one of them reaches out to the creature, both partners fall into the water. Red smoke comes from the water and then the bird disappears into thin air for the advice to appear.

"The gain is barely worth the loss. Ninja Nomicon, I'm trying to get a bag that will make people worship our cheese, so if we could do this whole gainy-lossy thing later, that would be Brucely appreciated."

Amy cringes slightly at him and lightning strikes, the sky suddenly a dark red. It strikes the rocks underneath them, causing the two to shriek. They jump and land on the branch. The bird flies in and starts to attack Randy.

"Ah! Stop that! Stop it!"

The bird is the last thing they see before they're vloomped out.


"Stupid Shoobingham, leaving me to scrape gum while he's in the bathroom shloompin' his Nomicon," Howard grumbles as he's in a room scraping gum underneath a seat. Some of the gum lands on him and he sits up to get it off. Then he sees another employee standing in front of him. He has bad acne and head gear with reddish-brownish hair. Amy probably mentioned him once or twice, but doesn't really say much about him.

All she really says about him is that he stares at her...a lot. Even when he thinks she's not looking.

"What'cha doin'?"

"What's it look like I'm doin'?" Howard retorts back, standing up in annoyance. "I'm on a treasure hunt! Yeah," He holds up the bucket full of sticky gum. "McFist hid video game tokens under random wads of gum! I've found five so far!" He holds up five fingers.

"For serious?" The boy holds his head in a panic, skidding over to the gummed up seat. "Can I take a scrape at it?" He holds up a hand. Howard glances between the scraper and his hand. Since he hates working, and doesn't wanna do it...

"Be my guest," He hands the employee the scraper and he starts looking.

"Nope. Nope."

Howard jumps and sits in the chair. "Nope, nope." Howard pulls out his phone and starts playing a game on it. "Nope, nope. Hopefully Amy will play some video games with me! She's really pretty..."

"Uh huh, sure," Howard waves it off.

"The McFist-A-Plex McManager's Lounge will give us the perfect view of my robo-rousers," Viceroy states as he and McFist are standing in front of the movie theater. McFist is still doing his posing, puckering up his lips for effect.

"You mean MY robo-rousers!" McFist glares at the evil scientist, hands on his hips. Then he storms up to the building.

"We still doing this?" Viceroy deadpans towards him.

"Keep scraping! Those tokens aren't going to find themselves!" Howard calls out to other employees as he's somehow roped others into scraping gum. He takes a sip of his soda, and McFist with Viceroy just happens to notice this.

"That kid reminds me of someone," He rubs his chin in thought. "Someone I like..."

The first boy chuckles, sitting up. "I found a quarter!"

Howard jumps over the seat and runs over to him. The boy throws it up into the air, but Howard snatches it before it could be claimed.

"I found a quarter!"

"Oh, that's right...me!" McFist exclaims, Bryce looking over their shoulders. Howard exits the room and the business man puts an arm on his shoulder. "Son, how'd you like to be McManager?"

"But sir, I'm-"

"FIRED!" McFist yells at the manager. Howard just looks on with a smirk. "That's what you are, Bryce!"

He rips off the nametag, to the man's dismay. Bryce actually starts crying.

"Now go take a smile somewhere else. What's your name?"

He puts a finger to Howard's mouth before he could even speak. "Doesn't matter, I'll call you Young Hannibal."

He plants the nametag to the smiling Howard.


"Hey Howard," Randy greets him as he and Amy approach him. He's wearing a white suit tailored for him. "Sorry about that. Nomicons were jabbering gains and losses and blah-blah-blah..." Randy finally notices Howard's outfit. "Why are you wearing a tuxedo?"

"And why does your name tag say McManager Bryce?" Amy bends down slightly, pointing at the object.

"I've been promoted," He points to the name tag, to their shock.

"You made McManager? This is Bruce-diggity! Now we can slack off, get paid, and buy a McSatchle! Slappage!" The two share a handshake, but Amy does not. She crosses her arms with a small frown, a little peeved.

"Howard, you've only been working here for a day, and you got promoted?"

"I guess your work is more sloppy than mine," Howard brags to her. "Clearly, I have a better way of doing things."

"I've been working here for at least 6 months!" She clenches her fists in slight anger.

"Then clearly, you've done a bad job at it for six months," Howard pulls the two forward. "I'm gonna need you two to plunge the second floor bathroom and squeegee the butter traps."

Randy just laughs, Amy glancing between him and Howard. The look on her face is wondering if Howard is serious right now.

"Sure, yeah, I'll get right on that, Mr. McManager!" Randy replies in a mocking tone.

"Or was it plunge the butter traps and squeegee the bathroom?" Howard murmurs in thought.

"Either way, I work concession only, so I stopped doing the entry-level work," Amy grunts at him, walking over to the concession stand, both boys laughing.

"Hey, why don't we plunge and squeegee 'em both?" Randy suggests playfully.

"Good call," Howard smiles at him, giving Randy a plunger and scraper. He gives the same objects to Amy, to her disbelief.

"Huh? W-Wait a second, you're serious?!"

"You said we should get jobs," Howard smiles widely with a shrug. "Turns out my job is...being your boss."

Randy points a finger at his chest, Amy joining his side. "You are not the boss of me!"

"Yeah, and I've been here long enough to know how things work around here. I'm a senior-level employee, I'm trying to be Assistant McManager! I've worked too hard to be scrapping gum, cleaning bathrooms, or whatever you tell me to do!" Amy counts off from her fingers.

"This name tag says otherwise," Howard points to the name tag, to their irritation.

"That name tag says Bryce!" Randy points out.

"I'm not gonna listen to this, I'm the oldest out of all of us," Amy glares, hands on her hips.

"Cunningham, Smith, please don't make me fire you two before we've all saved enough for a McSatchle. And about that, now that I'm making more money than either of you, I'll be taking both McSatchles Monday through Saturday," He replies smugly, glaring up at them.

"The juice you will!" The two exclaim angrily at him.

"Don't worry," Howard places one shoulder each on their shoulder. "You can have it on Sundays while Smith lets me keep hers forever. Well, every other Sunday."

The two groan in frustration and Howard stops near another employee eating a chocolate bar. He snaps his fingers and the employee gives it to Howard. He turns around to the two with a stern look on his face.

"That butter trap ain't gonna squeegee-plunge itself." He eats the bar whole, and they growl at him.

Because they needed the money, they reluctantly clean the butter traps, while Howard gets to slack off nearby. Randy takes the bucket out of frustration, only to be met with Howard. He holds up a duster and pan, looking to a bag of popcorn that he spilled. Then he knocks over a sign that Amy just painted for a recent movie. Her mouth falls open as the paint falls all over the carpet and she throws down her paintbrush.

Randy gets out of a schnasty stall, removing the 'don't use' sign. He sighs in relief and then a toilet flushes from the last one in the row. A water puddle forms as Howard steps out. He takes the sign from the shocked Randy, reads it, and then puts it on the stall that he used, jerking a thumb at it. He wipes his hands as he walks off, Randy gritting his teeth. Howard steps out and is met with Amy exiting the bathroom. He spills his drink right in front of her, giving her a mop. She clenches her fists as she watches him leave.

Then Randy has to change the movie outside, with so many letters, he has to make wood for the rest, with the movie in 3-D. Amy and Randy both pant in exhaustion. She had to make all the letters, by hand! Howard had said it was more 'authentic' if the letters were hand-made.

"Ooh, sorry, guys," Howard chuckles nearby, holding a drink. "That's next week's film. This week's is Winky Face: The Movie," He laughs as Amy grits her teeth at him, very angry now. "I probably should've checked before you did all that." He has an innocent look on his face. He holds out the emoticon sign to Randy, who snatches it away.

"You are the jerkiest boss ever!"

"Not even Bryce was that bad!" Amy exclaims at Howard. "How you even got the job is beyond me, it sure wasn't because of your personality."

"Actually it was," Howard smiles widely, hoping she'll drop it. "Now go clean the men's bathroom."

Both their eyes go wide. "What the juice?" Randy murmurs in disbelief.

"C-Clean the…" She stammers in horror.

"The men's-"

"Don't say it again!" Amy interrupts him in disgust. "That's the men's room! Can't you get Randy to do it?"

"Now," He shoves the plunger into her hands.

"Attention shoppers," The duo turn their attention to the Punk Bots still causing chaos. "There's a sale on anarchy!"

Amy turns her head to another Punk Bot chasing students. "Give me that!" The leader takes a McSatchle from the manager of the Mac Store, spinning it around. He then hits the man, sending him onto the ground. "Rock-n-roll!"

Randy slides down the ladder. "It's Ninja and Kunoichi o'clock!" They pull out their masks, but get them snatched by Howard.

"Actually, your breaks are in 20 minutes," He looks at his phone. "So if Ninja and Kunoichi o'clock could happen then," He tucks them into his suit. "That'd be super."

"Have you been kicked in the head?!" Amy exclaims at him.

"You cannot tell us when to Ninja!" Randy yells, pointing to all the chaos.

"Hello," Howard points to his name tag. "McManager."

"You know what?!" The two snatch their masks away. "We quit!"

Howard watches them storm off, confused by their actions. "What about our McSatchles?"

"There is no our McSatchles!" Randy uses quotation marks as they duck into the alley.

"Oh, and by the way," Amy comes back around to face him. "Here's what I have to say about you being our boss!" She smacks the drink out of his hand, causing him to gasp. She runs off back into the alley. She shudders once they're alone.

"I almost had to clean…urinals!" She gags at the thought, Randy patting her back. "No offense, but sometimes boys are gross."

"None taken, let's go."

They transform, to the ire of Howard.

"Smoke bomb!" The two appear and kick the Punk Bot leader into the air. Another Punk Bot roars and charges like a bull towards them. The partners turn around, slamming their weapons between the spikes. They jump around the robot, and then the other one appears to battle Kunoichi. She lands behind Ninja and they stand back-to-back as they face their opponents.

"Can't believe they disrespected my cheese like that!" Howard storms off towards his office. He swipes the name tag to enter his office.

McFist giggles at the chaos outside from a window. "Yes! My plan is working!"

Howard presses his back against the wall as he hears McFist saying this to Viceroy. "Plan? I didn't see anything on the break room bulletin board about a plan."

"Isn't this where you spring 'your' surprise?" Viceroy asks from his seat, reading a magazine. Howard hides in a plant to listen in, hopping around.

"Of course, my surprise...uh...really excited about my surprise," Obviously, McFist doesn't know what it is. "I think you're gonna love it, and...oh..."

The two jump backwards, standing side-by-side as they look at their respective opponents. "What do we do, Kuno?" Ninja asks her as they stare the robots down.

"I'm thinking switch," She smirks at him. Ninja nods and raises his sword , smacking it against the green Punk-Bot's spikes. He then jumps off the green one, leaping into the air. Kunoichi jumps, spinning herself around with fans in hand. Then she slices right through the green Punk-Bot's head, splitting it in half. Ninja kicks the other one into their leader.

"Phew!" Kunoichi smiles, hands on her hips. "You know, I suddenly feel better."

"You know what? Me too," Ninja smiles in agreement with her.

Mcfist stammers nervously before Viceroy pulls out his remote in defeat. "Oh, I'll do it!"

The three come back to life. "What?!" The two exclaim at the trio. The robots join together and form a giant arm. The two gasp and then the three robots form the legs.

"What the juice?!" They exclaim as they're staring at a McSatchle robot.

"Whoa! Did not see that coming," McFist comments to Viceroy.

"Surprise!" He smiles, waving his hands.

The robot roars and punches Kunoichi. She goes flying into a wall, falling onto the sidewalk. "Kuno!" Ninja murmurs in worry before glaring up at the robot. He throws several rings. "Ninja Rings!" They touch the robot, but they do nothing to stop it in any way.

"Ninja Chain-sickle!" He throws it, and the robot catches it like it was nothing. He then throws Ninja into the same window Viceroy and McFist are standing in front of him. "Ninja what's going on?" The robot grabs him and Kunoichi.

"I constructed Giant Punk-Bot's armor from McSatchle," Viceroy reveals to McFist as he's throwing the two partners around.

"Why would you do that?" McFist turns to him.

"Because McSatchles are indestructible!" Viceroy reveals, the two Ninjas getting slammed into the window. McFist chuckles awkwardly, looking away.

"Yeah...about that. In order to lower costs, we went with a cheaper zipper. It's highly destructible."

"You did what?!" Viceroy exclaims at him.

"Gee..." He smiles widely at the angry evil scientist. "Surprise...!"

Now it's a reversal as usually, McFist would get mad with Viceroy over something like this. Howard gasps as he heard everything.

"I gotta tell my friends! Although they did disrespect my cheese," He narrows his eyes, crossing his arms. "Hmm," He taps his chin in thought. "What to do...what to do..."

Ninja rubs his head as Kunoichi opens her eyes, looking up in alarm. The boom box appears on the robot's shoulders, and the Punk-Bots rock out for a little bit. She stares at them, baffled before the boom box forms into a weapon. The two flip onto their feet, powering up.

"Tengu Fire Ball!"

"Tengu Lightning Strike!"

The fire the projectiles, knocking the robot onto the road. However, the blast got released from the boom box anyway, sending it into the air and then back down. The two jump to dodge the robot's attacks, and it hits a car.

The two grab a pole, spin around, and land in front of the robot. Then the orb lands nearby. "Oh, boy."

"Oh my cheese, watch out!" Kunoichi screams before it sends a blast, and suddenly, the two are nowhere to be seen.

"Yes! Eat 'Satchle, Ninja and Kunoichi!"

"Unless..." Viceroy points to the left. He peeks to see a ball of white hair on the road. It drops and Kunoichi stands up, having let her hair out just in time.

"Oh, that was a close one..." She murmurs as she dusts herself off. Ninja's eyes are wide as he's sitting on the pile of hair.

"Did...did that just happen?! Since when could you do that?"

She looks over his shoulder, equally as surprised. "I...I don't know, really. I just wanted to avoid the blast, and...then I did! Huh, you learn something new every day!"

The robot then punches them into a wall, which they land against rough. "Yes! Now eat 'Satchle, Ninja and Kunoichi!"

"Hey, jerks, I need to tell you something," Howard walks over to them.

"Oh, oh, so we're the jerks?" Kunoichi asks above her partner.

"Jerk, not listening," Ninja retorts back as he peels himself off. He pulls Kunoichi onto the ground and she reaches behind her. She starts re-braiding her hair and Ninja steps back a bit to help her.

"Why's Young Hannibal talking to the Ninja?" McFist asks in disapproval. "That's against company policy!"

"Listen, I'm not speaking to you guys either, but I have to tell you both this!" Howard crosses his arms, the two ducking from a flying trash can. The robot has now resorted to throwing things at them.

"What, Howard?" Ninja asks as they jump. "You need us to come back in there," He grabs the robot's head with his scarf. "And beat the farts out of the theater seats?" He pulls down so that the robot falls onto its back.

"Or do you need us to clean up puke from the bathroom?" Kunoichi leaps and throws her rings, but they still have no effect.

"No!" Howard calls out. "Besides, you can't do that. I fired you both."

The two skid to a stop in front of him. "You didn't fire us! We quit!"

"There's a difference, and either way, you're still not the boss of us! So what is it this time?" Kunoichi glares at him in annoyance.

"Would you guys just listen to me?!" He grabs the two and shakes them. "That thing's made out of McSatchles! And McFist skimped on the zips!"

"So what you're saying is...they tried to sell us horky McSatchles?" Ninja grabs Howard and they jump from the robot's attack. He lands on the other side of the street.

"I know!"

"Is that all you got from that conversation?!" Kunoichi exclaims at them in disbelief.

"Also, you two can probably beat that thing by stabbing it in the zipper," Howard informs the two, and they turn around to see the robot getting back on its feet.

"Hey, buddy, you just McManaged to save the day," Ninja gives him a thumbs up and Kunoichi groans, running off. Ninja follows after her.

"Why do you say things like that?" Howard asks in exasperation, looking away.

The robot forms one of his hands into a pin, running up to them. He pulls out his sword while she takes out her tessens. They jump into the air, landing on opposite arms.

"Ninja Slice!" He slices the zipper and the arm falls off. Kunoichi is about to slice the other one, when the arm slams down on the road. She wobbles but regains balance, bending down slightly and looking down the arm. She swiftly flicks her wrist, and the fan slides down the arm to cut it off. Then they leap at the front and cut off the zipper. The robot separates in half, releasing the Punk Bots. Their eyes turn red as they look up at the duo.

"Ninja Hot Balls!" Together, they set the robots on fire, defeating them.

"Not rock-n-roll, mate," The leader comments as Ninja steps on his forehead.

"I honestly prefer hip-hop, anyway," Kunoichi shrugs before Ninja stabs it in the cheek. Kunoichi throws her fans, cutting the robots against their cheeks to defeat them.

"Your plan failed...NOT A SURPRISE!" He then storms off.


Randy and Amy stand in front of the movie theater to meet their friend, both of them smiling.

"So, I got fired," They look behind them to see Howard approaching, and he chuckles. "Yeah. Turns out McFist has a very strict anti-chatting-up-the-Ninja-and-Kunoichi policy."

"Sorry you lost your job, but we couldn't have stopped that thing without you," Randy tells him and Howard smiles, holding out his fists. They do their handshake and step back.

"Yeah, but I'm probably still shoobed..." Amy rubs her arm awkwardly.

"Oh, you? Nah, you're re-hired. And I managed to talk the guys into giving you that Assistant McManager job you wanted or whatever..." Howard shrugs, acting like he could care less. But that job was important to his friend, and he did act like a wonk while being the McManager.

"Really?" Her eyes shine at him. "Howard! Thank you! You know, that's the first time you did something that nice for me."

"Don't read into it, Smith. When we come back here, you're paying for my ticket," Howard points at her, but she smirks. The three start to walk away.

"You know, it's weird," Randy speaks up. "Usually the Nomicon's jibber-jabber comes back to help us out, but not this time." He looks to Howard eating popcorn, with the doodles gesturing to a McSatchle and Howard. The gain was the bag, but the loss was Howard. Randy gasps in realization while Howard stuffs popcorn into his mouth. He turns to see the two smiling.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" He asks in confusion.

"We were so desperate to gain a McSatchle, we almost lost our friendship," Randy gestures to himself and Amy. "So not worth it," He shakes his head.

"Cause of the horky zips, right?" Howard questions with his mouth full.

"Right, Howard. The horky zips," Randy states as they walk past some Punk Bots.

"Definitely not worth buying if they're not 100 percent indestructible. What a rip-off," Amy rolls her eyes. "And it definitely wasn't worth losing my job over..."

"Friendship, now that's rock-n-roll," The leader of the Punk Bots brings his inoperable friend closer to him. His head falls off and then catches on fire.

"Is it really worth working for McFist, though?" Randy frowns, glancing at Amy with his hands in his pockets. "I mean, you're still working for our arch-enemy." Not only that, he could potentially use her in his plans. He knows she said that he's not over as much, but something bad could happen to her. He's not there all the time, so it's not like he can watch over him. He just...wanted her to be safe.

"Every business is owned by him, so it's not like I can avoid it..."

"If it bothers you so much, Cunningham, then she could just quit," Howard retorts, throwing more popcorn into his mouth.

"Then I guess I'll just become malnourished and not have any power, water, or cable," Amy replies, crossing her arms. "Yeah, that's an ideal life I wanna live."

"I know you have to, but come on. I just…want you to be careful, Ames."

"I will," She smiles softly at him and he returns it.

"At least get some good out of it. You could spy on him for me," Randy grins widely at her.

"No."

"Come on!" He protests to her.

"I literally would rather do anything else," She deadpans towards him.

"Just once."

"No!"

"I'll even take over your shift at work!"

"Literally none of that is never going to happen."