Angel: So if there's anyone out there who want to either draw my characters or write stories using them, I don't really mind nowadays. It actually makes me happy that people want to do stuff based off my work, you guys saw how I was when I saw all those drawings recently from DeviantArt! Thanks a bunch to jebens1 and Yellowdrake26, those two are amazing. However, I will say two things regarding this.

If you're gonna use my characters in a story, ask me first! If it's a drawing only, you don't need to ask, because you get automatic permission as long as I'm credited.

And I also don't want people copying from my stories as a whole!

I don't get that many people plagiarizing my stuff nowadays (not that I know of), but it can still happen regardless, and I learned that the hard way. I HATE it when people copy my stories and then try to pass it off as their own. And then they say it's because I'm an inspiration or it's because they wanna get in on my supposed fame. Well, if I'm so inspiring, don't plagiarize! It's not cool, and even in one of my classes people were caught plagiarizing this semester (including a Law Enforcement Officer that's been holding that job for over 30 YEARS!). I know that copying off stuff gets told a lot to you guys, but I've been a victim of it at least a dozen times, and I don't want a 13.

People are entering Whoopee World, Randy and Howard running past everyone. Randy drags Amy along and she tries to keep up as they sprint and slide down the escalator.

"Slow down!" She calls out as they run towards the ampitheater, where Whoopee gives an hourly performance for customers.

"Whoopee World!" The male announcer states over a PA. "Are you ready for Whoopee and the Jam Banditos?" The three jump into their seats and Randy hands Amy a drink and popcorn, to her surprise. The two cheer along with the crowd.

"Well, ye-a!" Whoopee announces, playing the banjo with a frog and a beaver on stage. They play the jug and harmonica respectively. They play the Whoopee World theme song, Howard laughing. Amy giggles, clapping along with the tune. Howard and Randy jump around next to Amy.

"Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoopee!"

A shirt is thrown onto Whoopee's nose. "You touch my soul, Whoopee!" The shirt belongs to a half-naked Principal Slimovitz as he runs towards the stage, crawling onto it like a crazed fan. He suddenly gets chased by robo apes.

"Whoopee's amazing!" Howard exclaims with a big grin. "Every time I see him is like the first time!"

Now she knows why they rushed over here.

"It's exactly the same as the first time! I honkin' love these honkers so much!" Randy hugs Howard and then hugs Amy. "Well, I like them as much as you, which is a lot!"

"Heh," She blushes slightly, looking back towards the stage. The band disappears through a trap door.


The three then walk towards Whoopee's dressing room. "Oh, if we could get backstage and cool out with Whoopee, I think he would really like us."

"He would love us!" Howard corrects him.

"Guys, I like Whoopee too, he's probably the best thing about coming here. But I don't think it's that easy to meet him," Amy shakes her head.

"Ye of little faith, Ames!" Randy grins, hands on his hips. "All it'll take is one question, and we're in!"

"No one is allowed backstage!" The robo ape guarding holds up a hand. Principal Slimovitz dives for the door, but the robo-ape holds him over his shoulder and walks away. "You are a threat to Whoopee!"

"No, I didn't threaten Whoopee!" The man pleads with him. "I said hug him to death! Oh, okay, I coulda phrased that better. Please put me down." The robo ape places him down gently, and he reluctantly walks away. The robo-ape stands nearby just in case, and the man does come back. "Whoopee, it's me, Irving!" He tackles the robo-ape, who drags him away by the leg. "No!" He grips at the door frame. "I just wanna suffocate him with kisses!"

They glance to each other awkwardly, not sure how to feel after seeing that display. "Whoopee's got some crazed fans, right?"

"Check it out!" Howard exclaims at the empty guard spot. "We can get backstage!"

"You heard what the guard said," Randy glances away. "No one's allowed backstage."

"Yeah, so let's just go and enjoy the rides," Amy jerks a thumb behind her.

"But-but, um, uh," Howard stammers, trying to get them on side. "What if we had a reason to go backstage? Like, uh...what if, uh...w-what if Whoopee was in danger?"

"He's a model of all fun that's in Whoopee World? I doubt he'd be in danger in the next five minutes," The brunette crosses her arms.

"Well, yeah, she's got a point. Then we'd have to go backstage, but he's not in danger," Randy agrees with her.

Howard chuckles, waving a hand. "Sweet, sweet naïve friends of mine," He steps up to them slowly, confusing the two.

"Huh?"

"He's completely unguarded," He wraps an arm around the two, gesturing to the door. "And you said it yourselves: He's got crazed fans everywhere! If something happened to Whoopee," He walks back to the door. "I couldn't live with yourselves!"

"What kind of logic is that?" Amy places her hands on her hips. "Whoopee's fine, the only person that's crazy around here is you."

"I mean, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back and make sure he's okay..." Randy shrugs sheepishly and she facepalms at him. Howard opens up the door with a triumphant grin and Amy reluctantly follows them inside. Because if she doesn't, Howard will never let her hear the end of it.

"I'm so sitting in his pouch!" Howard declares once they're inside, to the annoyance of the two. "After we make sure he's okay."

They step up to all the robots, Whoopee in particular. "Hey, Whoopee, sorry to bother you. Just poppin' in to see if you're okay," Randy speaks up, clasping his hands. "So...you okay?"

"Well, ye-ah!" He responds cheerfully.

"There, see? He's fine," Randy smiles at Howard. "Let's get out before the guard gets back."

"Yeah, I'm not staying in here any longer than I have to," Amy waves a hand, about to leave with Randy before Howard stops them both.

"Of course he's gonna tell you guys that," He turns them around to face Whoopee. "He's just putting on a brave face. Whoopee, are you in danger?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Seriously?" Randy asks him incredibly.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Is it because of all the crazed fans?" Randy questions again.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Really?" Howard wonders curiously. "I was just makin' that up to get back here."

Amy's mouth opens in shock before she slaps his arm for tricking them.

"And it's a good thing you did!" Randy places his hands on his shoulders. "Howard, do not leave Whoopee's side. We gotta shloomp on this."

"Wait a minute," Amy pulls him back before he could go to the wall. "You can't just take his word for it, that's all he says. How do we know if he's agreeing with you so that you can do whatever you want with him?"

"Whoopee's life is at stake whether or not we take his word for it!" He gestures to the robot and she facepalms.

"I honestly don't think he's in danger. Let's test it," She walks up to Whoopee, smiling gently. "Whoopee, are you not in danger?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"See?" She gestures to him.

"He doesn't know what he wants, he's defenseless in this world!" Howard points to the door and she groans.

"You know what? Since you don't believe the source, I'll go in the Nomicon just to prove you both wrong," She digs into her bag, pulling out her Kunoichi Nomicon. She walks to the other side of the wall, sitting down the same time as Randy. They open up their books and hit the wall before falling into the pages.

They land on a dirt path, Randy standing up with a grumpy look on his face. Amy chuckles at his expression, dusting herself off. A villager is standing nearby when a doodle Ninja and Kunoichi grab him from behind, startling them both. They place him near a mountain...where a large boulder falls on him.

"Ooh," Amy winces, recoiling back uncomfortably. The advice appears next to the boulder.

"Danger lies in protecting that which needs no protection. Why is why I'm gonna protect something that does need protection."

Amy turns away in disbelief, pinching her nose. "I don't think Whoopee really needs protection, but you'll do it anyway, and then you learn your lesson."

"We did it again, Nomicon!" He brings his hands together and jumps up and down, moving his legs. "We did it again!" Then a boulder falls on them.

"So you're telling me that I, Howard Weinerman, am your favorite fan?" Howard grins widely.

"Well, ye-ah!" Whoopee of course responds this way.

"I KNEW IT!" He pumps a fist. "Hey, don't tell my friends. It'll crush 'em."

They walk back over to Howard, quickly glancing at Whoopee. "Nomicon says we gotta protect Whoopee!"

"They didn't!" Amy sighs in annoyance.

"But how? Whoopee World is filled with crazies..." Randy rubs his chin.

"So...get him out of Whoopee World," Howard suggests to them.

"Hold on. You wanna take Whoopee out of Whoopee World?" Amy glances up at the mascot. "Wouldn't that freak people out?"

"Howard, there's no way—we shouldn't not do that! Whoopee, would you feel safer if we got you outta here?" Randy points at him.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"We gotta get him somewhere safe," Randy rubs his chin, glancing around the room.

"My house!" Howard suggests immediately. "We still got kiddie clasps on all the danger drawers!"

"Mm, I don't think that's a good idea. You just wanna keep him there for yourself," The taller boy crosses his arms. "And besides, your parents and your sister won't be too happy. I say we put him at Ames' house!"

"What?!" Both of them exclaim.

"Amy? ME?" Amy gestures to herself in disbelief.

"Think about it!" Randy grins at her. "Your parents are never home, and you're an only child like me. Not to mention we can trust you to keep him safe, and because you were against the idea."

"So because I'm against this, I have to keep him at my house?" Amy asks in disbelief.

"Exactly!"

"Good points..." Howard grumbles, crossing his arms. He doesn't want to, but he'll go along with it...only because he wants Whoopee safe. "Fine, we'll put him at Smith's house."

"You've got Whoopee-proof stuff, right?" Randy turns to her.

"No, but I guess I can quickly make some," She sighs slowly.

"Then we shall go to the lady's dwelling!" Randy wraps an arm around her, causing her to chuckle. "C'mon, Whoopee!" He grabs Amy's hand and runs to the door, Howard letting out a laugh. They look towards the mascot robot, who slowly walks over to them. "...Okay, all right. Maybe we pick up the pace?"

Already this is a bad idea, since Whoopee can't even walk fast enough...The three glance to each other awkwardly, looking at his feet.

"No? That's as fast as you can go? Alright then," Randy runs around him as Howard stands in front. They try to push/pull him faster, but he goes at the exact same pace. Amy crosses her arms, not helping out since she was against it.

"You wanna help?" Howard narrows his eyes up at the brunette.

"I'm not trying to help," She informs, opening up the door. They get him outside and Randy closes the door with his foot.

A few seconds later, the robo-ape guarding the dressing room steps in. "I have neutralized the threat, Mr. Whoopee," He looks around for the robot, but doesn't see him anywhere. And it's a pretty small room, so it would be hard to miss him. "Mr. Whoopee? Uh-oh."

He looks to a button next to the doorway that is only used in case Whoopee is ever missing. He slams it and this blares an alarm from the stage, alerting everyone.


"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Viceroy cries out once he hears the news.

"Yep. Gone," McFist tells him. "Somebody stole him."

"Who could do such a thing?" Viceroy blubbers, and this is because he REALLY loves Whoopee, probably more than anyone else. "Whoopee's so good and kind. He'd never hurt a fly!"

"Well, there's the problem right there. We got a robot that can't defend itself against flies," McFist crosses his arms, a rim shot being heard. Viceroy glances at him over his shoulder and the business man gives a big grin. "Ta-da! No? Nothing? Too soon? Okay, listen, I'm gonna need you to build a new Whoopee in time for the next show. I'm not refunding a single cent!"

This causes Viceroy to continue whimpering and crying, and clearly he cares about Whoopee more than money. McFist scratches his head awkwardly and he reaches out to touch Viceroy's left shoulder. The evil scientist looks up at him.

"Hmm?"

"So...feelings..." McFist replies slowly and awkwardly, being comforting is definitely not him. Viceroy touches his hand, but he slides away, pointing at him with a big smile. Viceroy sniffles, wiping his nose with his sleeves. Then he has an angry look over his eyes, both over losing Whoopee and his boss' orders.

"No one will ever steal you, new Whoopee. I promise..."


"Cunningham, do you realize what we've done?" Howard asks with a big smile as Amy is leading the way, reluctantly. "We're heroes!" He's in Whoopee's pouch as Randy glances at him.

"Uh, no, not heroes, Howard. We're just a couple of guys...and girl, who saw something that needed to be did, and we done it."

"I'm not sure if needed is the right word," Amy frowns at Randy. "I still think we should bring him back."

"And I don't care about your opinion unless it benefits me!" Howard glares at her from behind. "I am so impressed with us. D'oh! I'm crampin' in here! Got a pouch cramp!"

Amy and Randy both roll their eyes. "Get me out, get me out, get me out!" He struggles to get out, the other two having stopped to talk.

"Come on, the Nomicon's advice was clearly to take him," Randy gestures to Whoopee as Howard is cringing.

"No, it said danger lies in protecting that which needs no protection," Amy holds up a finger.

"Exactly! Why aren't you getting this?" He tilts his head in confusion and she facepalms.

"Look, I get that you guys love Whoopee, but he has a performance at Whoopee World whether he's really in danger or not. Don't you think all those people will be disappointed when he doesn't show up? You'd be ruining all their fun, and they could even get stanked because of your decision," She gestures to behind her.

"Huh, didn't think of it that way," Randy rubs his chin.

"GUYS!"

They sigh in frustration at Howard, turning around and pulling at the pouch. "It's a tight pouch."

"Because you wanted...to fit in it!" Amy wheezes slightly as they continue to pull. Even with the two of them, they weren't getting any closer to getting Howard out.

"Uh, Whoopee, is there like a trick to this?" Randy looks up at him.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Could you tell us what it is?" Randy asks again.

"Well, ye-ah."

"Could you tell us now?" He starts to get annoyed.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Forget it," Amy sighs in defeat. "It's like talking to a brick wall."

They pull again and manage to get Howard out, falling onto the sidewalk in a heap. Randy pulls Howard up by his jacket.

"Everything...below my neck...is asleep." He then falls onto the sidewalk, limp.

"Uh, Whoopee, could you excuse us?" Randy looks up at the robot.

"Well, ye-ah."

"We're so sorry. Just one second," Randy states as he and Amy both get Howard onto his feet, dragging him over down the sidewalk. "Howard, I think Ames was right. Whoopee's only said one thing so far."

"Well, yeah," Howard agrees with the same words that Whoopee uses.

"Exactly! What if that's really the only thing he can say?"

"I dunno. Let's ask him," Howard suddenly stands up, causing both of them to fall. "Hey, Whoopee!"

"If you could get up the whole time, why didn't you just do it?!" Amy mutters under her breath. Howard gasps sharply as he looks up ahead.

"Whoopee? Whoopee?" Randy questions, his voice echoing as the robot is suddenly nowhere to be found.

"We just lost Whoopee..." Amy holds her head in a slight panic.


Principal Slimovitz sighs sadly as he's driving away from Whoopee World, having been kicked out. "Kill him with hugs? Oh! Talk like that has no place at Whoopee World." He then drives by Whoopee walking down the sidewalk, having strayed off from the three when their backs were turned. "Huh? Whoopee?" He drives forward and then reverses back to him. "Whoopee, is that you?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"You need a ride back to Whoopee World?" The man offers him with a smile.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Well, 'hop' in," He opens up the passenger door for him. "Oh, I've been waiting to use that joke for 16 years!"

Whoopee slowly walks over, the man glancing at the road in front of him. He glances around and when Whoopee reaches the door, he pulls him inside and drives off.

Whoopee and Principal Slimovitz reach the dressing room back at Whoopee World. "So you're telling me that I, Irving Slimovitz, am your favorite fan?"

"Well, ye-ah," Whoopee answers, because he didn't have much of a choice since he can't say anything else...

"I knew it!" Principal Slimovitz jumps around in glee. "Whoopee, would it be inappropriate if I asked for a hug?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Darn it, Irving!" He scolds himself, clutching his fists. "You had him and you lost him!"

"Thought you were gone for good," A new voice speaks up, and he opens an eye to see another verson of Whoopee, but this one actually speaks in a darker tone and his mouth is closed to give a sinister smile. And he doesn't have a pouch, and his tail is more crooked and longer. It's clear that Viceroy losing the original Whoopee has influenced the behavior of the new one...

"Who the whoop are you?" Slimovitz asks in confusion.

"The new and improved Whoopee," The other Whoopee answers without even turning around.

"Whoopee 2?" Slimovitz narrows his eyes in disdain, hands on his hips. He then leans in towards the original Whoopee. "Did you know about him?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"No, you didn't! Liar!" Whoopee 2 stands up, pushing away the chair. "They built me when this loser went walk-about! But this park ain't big enough for two Whoopees," He narrows his eyes at the original. "Which is why I'm going to make sure there's only one Whoopee: Whoopee 2. That sound good?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

Slimovitz hugs him in horror. "Whoopee, no! Also: Whoopee 2, no!"

"Yeah..." He steps forward to them.


Howard, Amy, and Randy step down the escalator to Whoopee World with worried frowns on their faces. Randy is holding the brunette's hand.

"Oh, we lost Whoopee...so, what do you guys wanna ride first?" Howard places his hands on his hips with a big smile, causing Amy to facepalm. Of course he would only be worried for about two seconds!

"That's not why we're here!" Randy exclaims to him out of exasperation. "We have to tell the Robo-Guard what we did. Maybe he can help us find Whoopee."

"First good thing you've suggested ever since this whole thing started!" Amy agrees with him. "After losing him, it's the least we can do."

Howard just chuckles at the suggestion. "Yeah, I'm not doing that." He turns around to go back up, and neither of them try to stop for good reason. It's because the escalator only goes down, and they watch with smirks as he doesn't make any progress going in the opposite direction.

Amy snickers as she pulls out her phone, recording him.


McFist and a desolate Viceroy get into the bleachers, sitting down at the back. The evil scientist sighs sadly.

"Buck up, Viceroy," McFist elbows him. "We didn't have to refund a single ticket for the evening show. I call that a win." Obviously, he only cares about three things that would have an effect on him: destroying his enemies, Marci, and money.

"You would," Viceroy turns away, arms crossed. "Cause you don't really care about Whoopee."

"Wha-aat?" He tries to feign innocence before dropping it. "No, you're right. I don't really care about Whoopee. They all look the same to me."

"Well, they aren't," Viceroy defends with a glare, putting on a smile. "Original Whoopee was made with laughter, joy, and goodness."

McFist gets into his face, not liking the way this sounds at all. "What's Whoopee 2 made with?"

"Not that," Viceroy crosses his arms again, looking away.

"Oh, should be an interesting show," McFist turns away, feeling a bit awkward.

The two are still watching Howard try to leave when the announcer speaks again from the PA. "Whoopee World! Are you ready for Whoopee and the Jam Banditos?"

Randy gasps happily as Amy rubs her chin. "He came back! Everything's okay!"

Howard slides down to the bottom. "Oh, thank cheese," He mutters, not only would he not have to take responsibility for losing Whoopee, but he can take a break trying to go up an escalator. Amy rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm not too sure about that, but I guess anything is possible," Amy shrugs up at Randy.

The crowd roars as the band appears with Whoopee 2. "You're all a bunch of losers!" He doesn't hesitate to say, pointing to various people in the crowd. "You're a loser, and you're a loser, and you're a loser."

"Yep. Everything's all right," Howard grins up at his friends, who look a bit skeptical. Randy rubs the top of his head as Amy tilts her head, examining the new robot.

"Does something seem off about Whoopee to you?"

"Yeah, we know by now that he only says one thing. Now he's suddenly being a jerk-wad?" Amy gestures to Whoopee 2. "And the real Whoopee wouldn't even act like that at all to begin with."

"You're a loser, and you're a loser, and you're a loser. I'm a robot, I could do this all night. And you're a loser, and you're a loser." Some people start to get saddened, one of them leaving. "You right there. You're a loser. You're a loser, you're a loser."

Howard laughs as he gives two peace signs, Randy leaning in towards him. "We're gonna go check it out." He drags her along with him.

"And I'm gonna stay right here!" Howard declares, wanting to dance some more.

The band plays the Whoopee theme, with Whoopee 2 whipping around to one of his bandmates. "Quit froggin' the spotlight!" He smacks the frog robot with the banjo, going back to insulting the crowd. "And you're a loser, and you're a loser, and you're a loser. You're a big loser. You're a loser..."

Meanwhile, the real Whoopee is tied up above the crowd, with Slimovitz nowhere to be seen.

"Smoke bomb!" Kunoichi and Ninja appear side-by-side in front of Whoopee 2.

"Hey, Whoopee. Everything okay?" Ninja asks gently to him.

"NO! There's a Ninja and Kunoichi on my stage!" He retorts back rudely, smacking them away with his tail. They just happen to fly past Whoopee.

"Whoopee, is that you?"

"Well, ye-ah!" He responds and the crowd gasps as they skid to a stop in the back of the bleachers.

"McFist must've ordered for a fake Whoopee to be built!" Kunoichi states once they land in a heap, rubbing her head.

"Did you see that?" McFist wonders with glee while Viceroy gasps sharply. "Whoopee 2 just tail-whipped the Ninja and Kunoichi!"

"What have I done?" Viceroy asks himself. "I turned our beloved Whoopee into just another weapon of Ninja and Kunoichi destruction," He glances away, feeling awful over this.

"Eh, I don't say this often, Viceroy, but...feelings," McFist wraps an arm around his shoulder again, even though it's clearly not working. Viceroy nevertheless places his head on McFist's shoulder anyway.

The two partners sit up, flipping back on stage in unison.

"Step down, you fake, before we regret this," Kunoichi narrows her eyes at him.

"Then I guess you'll regret it. Robo-Guards! Stop those ninjas!"

At least a dozen fall in front of Whoopee 2, acting as a wall of sorts. "Must protect Whoopee."

They both gasp, stepping back a bit in shock. Two of them jump off and link their arms together, running up to the two and knocking them down. They flip back onto their feet, pulling out their signature weapons. Ninja runs forward and slices two away, ducking his head from an speaker. Kunoichi spins around and throws both her fans, slicing two in pieces. She then reaches up and catches them, doing a split as two jump from both sides. They knock into each other and she throws her hair, capturing them. She throws them to the side.

Ninja swings, slicing two in half and the robo apes fall behind them as they face Whoopee 2. "That's not the real Whoopee!" Ninja tries to tell the robo-apes, but they tackle the two from behind. The two end up on opposite sides of the pile, and Kunoichi's hair is trapped underneath all the robo-apes as well.

"Listen, I was gonna save this for the end of the show, but I think it's best if I clear up this whole Whoopee/Whoopee 2 thing right now," He turns around to Whoopee still above the stage. "Whoopee, I'm coming to destroy you. Does that sound fun?"

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Wha-no! Being destroyed will never sound fun!" Kunoichi exclaims from her spot.

"Oh, he loves it. See, he wants me to destroy him," He backs away and the audience gasps sharply. He climbs towards Whoopee and Ninja looks up at the original.

"Huh? Danger lies in protecting that which needs no protection," He tries to get free, but it's no use. "If I put Whoopee in danger by protecting him, then to protect him, I need to put him in danger!" His eyes widen, looking towards his partner. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds right! Right? Oh..."

He looks up again to see Whoopee 2 approaching the original with a sadistic smile. He takes his banjo and reveals it to be an axe.

"Any last words, Whoopee?" He asks ominously.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"Oh, forget I asked," Whoopee 2 deadpans, lifting up the axe-banjo. The others gasp in horror, but Ninja holds up a ring.

"Ninja Whoopee Endangering Ring!" He throws it, cutting Whoopee free before Whoopee 2 could destroy him. He falls off the catwalk.

"Whoopee! No!" Howard exclaims from the crowd.

"Whoopee, no!" Viceroy cries out to him.

"We-eell, yee-aah!" He says in slow motion.

Ninja and Kunoichi push the robo-apes off them, and he kicks one before throwing him in an amp. Kunoichi throws her hair at Whoopee.

"Kuno hair save!" She calls out, capturing him in the middle of her hair. Ninja grabs the loose end, wraps it around the catwalk, and holds Whoopee with one arm. He laughs, Kunoichi jumping out of the way as Whoopee 2 falls on the pile of defeated robo-apes. The banjo lands on him, causing an explosion. Kunoichi somersaults over the smoke, all three of them landing on stage safely. Ninja hugs Kunoichi in relief.

"N-Ninja, what if-"

"I don't care if people are watching," He pulls back to smile at her. "I'm just glad that you're safe."

She smiles softly at him behind the mask, the crowd cheering. Ninja turns to Whoopee, attempting to pull off the rope. "Um...hmm..." He pulls at them, but the knots are tight. He then falls, failing to set him free. Kunoichi simply pulls out her fans, swings her arm, and watches as the cut rope falls off Whoopee. "You know, should've thought of that first!"

"Yes, yes you should've," Kunoichi smirks in amusement, holding out her hand to him. He takes it and she helps him up. The two then turn to Whoopee.

"You okay, Whoopee?" He lightly pats him.

"Well, ye-ah!"

"He's okay!" Ninja exclaims to everyone, and they respond with joyous roars. "Whoopee World! Are you ready for the real Whoopee and the Jam Banditos?"

"Well, yeah!" They answer as the two band members appear next to Whoopee. They play the theme, the two partners shaking their hips to the beat. They wave their arms above their heads and Ninja grabs her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He holds her hand as they dance along and she laughs.

"Smoke bomb~!" They sing in tune and disappear off the stage.

"Whoopee!" Viceroy cheers as McFist grits his teeth for Whoopee 2's failure.

"I hate this show!"

As Whoopee continues playing, he gives a wink.

"See?" Howard asks as the three are walking out of Whoopee World.

"See what?" Randy replies back in confusion.

"I told you Whoopee was in danger."

"I know you're not saying that you were right in this whole mess," Amy rolls her eyes in disdain.

"Yeah, from us," The taller boy elaborates. "If we hadn't 'saved him' Whoopee 2 never would've existed, because Viceroy never would've built him, because we never would've put him in danger by trying to save him in the first place."

"Like I said," Howard narrows his eyes as Whoopee is walking back to the dressing room. "See?"

"You are unbelievable," Amy shakes her head slowly.

"You're just mad that I was right about something, and you were wrong," Howard points up at her. She smirks, taking out her Nomicon.

"Oh yeah? Then I guess you should consult the Nomicon about it." She simply holds it out and drops it so that it slams on his foot. Randy laughs as Howard yowls in pain, hopping up and down. Amy picks up her Nomicon and puts it back in her bag.

Whoopee reaches the dressing room, where he finds a tied-up Slimovitz, who was there the entire time. "Whoopee, could you untie me?"

"Well, ye-ah!" He answers, but he doesn't move.

"Could you do it...now?" Slimovitz asks expectantly as everyone else starts to leave.

"Well, ye-ah!"

Since Whoopee can't do much, it's pretty clear that unless someone sticks around, he's going to be stuck there all night long...


Amy and Randy walk down the road together to her house. They dropped Howard off so he can ice his foot. The two step up onto her porch and they stop in front of her door.

"You were right, taking Whoopee was a bad idea," He shakes his head.

"Of course they would replace him. I just didn't expect him to be so...not Whoopee," She cringes slightly at the reminder. "Definitely leaving that memory of Whoopee behind me, I don't want a world where there's an evil, deranged Whoopee instead of the one we have now."

"Agreed," He can definitely see where she's coming from, Whoopee 2 was a shoob. He turns around and walks down the steps. He hears her open the door and smirks, turning around to look at her. "Hey, Ames?"

"Hm?" She turns around and he runs back up the steps. Once he reaches her, he crashes his lips onto hers, hugging her waist. She blinks in surprise, but closes her eyes, returning the kiss as she holds his shoulders.

He pulls away a few seconds later, smiling softly at her. "Goodnight, Ames."

"Goodnight, Ran," She blushes as she's smiling too, watching him walk down the steps again. She closes the door behind her, waiting a few seconds.

Then she lets out a joyous squeal, hugging a pillow to her chest. "He's just so bruce!"