Safe in Brother's Wings Chapter 60: High Voltage Stunts, a DuckTales + Big Hero 6 Crossover fanfic

Chapter 60, everybody! Okay we're getting back on track now I need to stay there and get this sucker done….Also would like to dedicate this chapter to spyrkle4 on Tumblr because if it wasn't for them and our conversation the latter half probably wouldn't have happened.

So as with all my fics, the climax and ending give me grief sometimes because aaaah sitting down and writing it aaaah—I mean I wrote down an outline so I know where to go but STILL.

Also at this point I'm thinking the whole showdown at Sycorax might as well be Phase Three of the fic this section is easily as big as Phase One (heading to San Fransokyo) and starts on Chapter 48, which splits it fairly evenly…and also means we're within 10-15 chapters of the end OH BOY—

Continuing blanket disclaimer: I still have not finished Season Two. We're flying blind, boys. And again, I am still in denial of the end of "Countdown to Catastrophe" don't at me this is how I cope, okay? D: And it's very strange writing this knowing both shows are over but were going strong when I started that's a weird feeling and yet I should be used to it by now. Once again, if you are dissatisfied with these shows ending, send all salt to Disney corporate every nastygram they get that represents fifteen people who couldn't be bothered so WRITE TO THEM.

So back to the fic…actually the first part is also a product of that Tumblr conversation because them asking if the other mutated canon characters show up had me going well if High Voltage were to show up then X or X would have to happen and then with Sparkles it'd have to be…gtg inspiration struck. XD

In other news…yes I have been referencing Jurassic Park like mad (mostly because I've been listening to the soundtrack while working on it), although the animal control guy getting ready to take off (and offering tranq gun safety info) is a reference to the sequel, The Lost World: Jurassic Park. Don't know why it gets such flak. As for the chapter title, that too is a reference to Jurassic Park: one of the soundtrack titles is "High-Wire Stunts."

Lon is…not related to that other OC Lonnie who shows up in Obake Itoko but is based on our vet. Very high-energy guy who got real excited when we first brought our Dalmatian in. XD And yes some of the officers are named after Ducktales and CSI characters what do you take me for?

Fred, meanwhile, is channeling Po from Kung-Fu Panda and Metro Man from Megamind. And some quoting from Homeward Bound. Office block 614 was originally block 416 (both ways are technically in reference to the date I wrote it up) but going through it again for editing purposes plus how floor numbers work meant they'd all be on the fourth floor instead of the sixth. I need to draw a little map of this place….Also yeet is not a word according to Microsoft Word but that does not stop me from using it.

And…Honey Lemon and Gogo quote the original Jumanji—really good movie. And sprinkler water for fire suppression really does have chemicals in it, so please do not drink the sprinkler water.

As for Gogo losing track of Globby…that was because I did too I went back and reread some chapters and went wait what happened to Globby DID I FORGET GLOBBY OH MAN. Good news though, that gave us something to work with when it comes to combating electric opponents.

Angelwings2002, thanks for the review! AAAAAAAH thank you! Real talk, wasn't sure about including it at first, but I'm glad it all came across well! (It would have) Oh I was firstly thrown then stoked about Trina being voiced by Kim Possible (learning it was the same people who worked on that show making this one was what made me tune in to begin with :D). I want to say give me a lift once you make one, but I imagine it'd end up like that Calvin and Hobbes story where Calvin uses time travel to steal his own homework assignment from himself. XD

Hexyah, thanks for the review! Aaah yes it will be awesome (hopefully)!

Okay, so. Tomorrow if he was at home instead of in front of the Pearly Gates, if Megan asked he was just going to tell her that he had a rough night fighting bad guys.

Mostly because he was certain that if he told her the truth, that right now he was doing damage control as two huge hairy monsters fought and flipped police cars like toys and that the only reason they weren't shooting at them was because one used to be one of his men and he didn't know if it still was underneath it all…well one she probably wouldn't believe him, and two it'd probably give her nightmares.

Officer Cabrera had suggested tranquilizers in case it could be reversed, had called in animal control since they were equipped to take down animals that size humanely—basically had to block the exit when the van pulled in and the animal control guy saw the situation to keep him from hooking a U-turn.

"You're sure this will work," he hissed at the man currently loading the tranq gun—Lon according to his ID tag.

"This is the dose we use to knock out bears," Lon explained. Jerked his head at the monsters fighting. "Granted, those two are a lot bigger than the average bear, so it might take two or three shots."

"Do you have more of these guns?"

"Yes."

"Then load those too," he said, taking the first. "We won't have time to reload after the first dart hits."

"Right. Be careful with that," he said, gesturing at the gun. "That dose is enough to knock a bear out, but it'd kill a human if you hit someone."

Okay, it was cute he was telling a police officer with formal gun safety training about being careful with a loaded weapon, but he appreciated the warning anyway. Look over at the raging monsters—

The one that had been Jeremy was down for the count, the one that had just shown up out of nowhere ramping back on its hind legs and screaming its victory to the air—put the gun to his shoulder, aim, fire—

And on his list of concerns for the night: the fact that the monster immediately slapped a paw to the point of impact and yanked the dart back out. Look at the dart, at him—snarled—

Ducked along with everyone else as a car went flying, looked—

Something big and green and suspiciously like those Mayoi that had supposedly been fixed by Dr. Amara was standing there snarling, pawing the ground like a bull ready to charge, quickly flanked by several more—

One with some little green man in purple on its head.

"Surprise! Remember me?" the guy bellowed, waving. "Mr. Sparkles, crime boss extraordinaire?"

Honestly…no.

"Isn't that that game show host guy?" Lon asked, leaning around the van to look. "The one who kidnapped Slow Clap Cat?"

"I'm more concerned with the furry green tanks he's sitting on," Cabrera told him, taking one of the tranq guns.

"Yeah no I don't have anything that'll take that down."

"All right," Cruz said, handing him back the empty tranq gun. "We'll just go the old-fashioned way." Unclip his holster, grab a bullhorn and address the little green man. "You are under arrest! Surrender now!"

"Boo," the green man called back. "Boring! Why would I want to do that?"

Cruz was spared from answering by one of the monsters leaping forward and flattening a cruiser like a pancake, which is when everyone open-fired and everything devolved into chaos. Bullets weren't doing anything against these monster-Mayoi, and even the monster that had flattened Jeremy was batted back without any apparent effort. Everyone was quickly focused on getting out of the monsters' way, picking off shots as they fled from cover to cover, the monster-Mayoi in pursuit, reducing what had once been a proud fleet of police cars to pancakes at best and scrap at worst.

"Oh yeah, can't stop me!" the little green man calling himself Sparkles declared. "Once we're done with you we'll revisit the plan to march on San Fransokyo! There's no one left to stop us!"

Which is when he suddenly pitched forward to faceplant on the pavement, monster-Mayoi staring blankly at him and some yellow liquid splattering the back of his head.

Sparkles was neither green nor furry when he pushed himself back up. "Ow, what—"

The monster that had flattened Jeremy picked him up by the scruff of the neck, roared in his face, and threw him in the back of a van. He scrambled to recover—

Felony Carl shut the door on him and dusted his hands off.

"You know you're supposed to be in the back of that too, right?" Cabrera asked him.

"It didn't seem conductive to the situation," Carl countered.

One of the monster-Mayoi roared, charged them—

Suddenly fell to the ground, back to its smaller, cuter self, yellow liquid soaking into its body. Several of its fellows suffered the same fate—the monster of varying helpfulness batted several of them back—got a splatter of yellow to the face—

Slowly collapsed to the ground, shrinking and writhing, until they were left with what looked like a human version of Sasquatch.

"Uh, what," someone noised—

"YEAH!"

Everyone looked at that sharp exclamation, saw two members of Big Hero Six standing in a window several stories up, the lizard guy hopping around excitedly as the pink girl tipped what looked like a bazooka purse up a little.

"OH YEAH DID YOU SEE THAT?" Lizard Guy demanded, pointing at Pink Girl. "THAT'S CALLED BEING AWESOME! Oh wait you missed one," he added, pointing.

Jeremy was back to normal one yellow splatter later.

"Sorry for the mess!" Pink Girl called down. "We got the doors unlocked, by the way!"

"I love you guys!" one of the officers called.

"And we love you, random citizen!" Lizard Guy yelled back. "We would stay but duty calls!"

"So that was something," Lon observed.

"Sure," Cruz muttered, smothering the knee-jerk reaction to fire whoever had hollered up at Big Hero Six. "Cabrera, Stokes, get the civilians packed away, they're going to need medical attention and questioning—"

"Bessie!" Mr. Not-Quite-Sasquatch yelped, bouncing upright. "I gotta get back to Bessie!"

"He definitely needs to be in for observation," Cruz said, pointing. "As for everyone else—we're going in."

Honey Lemon and Fred were cheering as they ran back down the hall.

"Yes that was AWESOME!" Fred yelled, bouncing and pointing at her. "And perfect timing—villainous monologuing and then SPLAT!"

"It was GREAT!" Honey Lemon agreed, rounding the corner. "Guys! Guys! It works!"

"Good," Gogo said, pushing open the door that Wasabi had started to slice open when that symbol blared on every screen—Honey Lemon had been in the middle of recreating the gene cleansers and loading up her chem purse when it happened, made Wasabi squawk and Sherman bark when the sound of all the shutters rolling back open echoed through the building—

Followed by gunshots, which Gogo had investigated—skated back to tell them that Sparkles and the Monster-Mayoi were fighting the police outside.

It had been the perfect opportunity for a test run.

And now it was time to put it to use. The doors and shutters opening meant that Hiro must have gotten the computers working—

"—uys—guys!"

"Hiro!" everyone squawked, hands flying to their comms.

"Guys!" Hiro gusted with obvious relief. "We—what? Oh yeah—'Mr. Hammond, the phones are working.'"

"Ooh, excellent—" Fred started.

Gogo held a hand up. "We don't have time for movie quotes—the cops are outside coming in, Honey Lemon's figured out a way to work up more gene cleanser, and we've got two of the kids here with us."

"The girls came with us, but…." Hiro trailed off.

"But?" Wasabi prompted.

"Hold on, I'm looking for something…aha! The rest of the bird-people are in Sublevel Nine!"

"Great!" Honey Lemon said. "We can meet them on the way—"

Something heavy slammed against something metal, sounding like it was heading their way. Huey wailed, buried his face against Wasabi's shoulder; Louie, on Sherman's head, puffed up and hissed.

"Guys?" Hiro asked.

"Hold that thought," Gogo said. "It sounds like there's still some monsters to deal with on our end."

"Do you guys need help?"

"We got this," she said. "You guys are closer to Sublevel Nine—go let everyone out and start heading up. We'll clear the way up here."

"On it—be careful."

"You too."

"Villainous perfidy will NOT stop our juggernaut of JUSTICE!" Mini-Max declared, hopping up on Sherman's head to pose and apparently oblivious to Louie's dumbfounded look (Sherman seemed to be remaining neutral on the subject). "We will take on any and all comers with our right hook of TRIUMPH and our left jab of SUCCESS!"

"Huuph," Sherman noised, getting a cheep from Louie in response.

"But first they must get past Honey Lemon's Bazooka of Awesomeness!" Fred declared as Honey Lemon turned to face the noise, aiming her chem bazooka. "Ooh wait that would work better if it was alliterative—Bazooka of Brilliance?"

"Come up with names later," Gogo barked, readying her discuses as several monsters barreled in, thinner ones slithering over the Knox-type monsters. "Honey Lemon!"

"On it!" she returned—fired several rounds of gene cleanser at the monsters—

Several went down.

Several kept coming.

"Oh no," she breathed. "I was afraid of this."

"That's why there's six of us," Gogo said.

"That's right," Fred said staunchly, planting himself between the monsters and Honey Lemon. "It's Fred time."

"Please tell me we have a plan this time," Wasabi said to Gogo.

"Neutralize everything that doesn't go down to the gene cleansers and is trying to kill us," Gogo said, flinging a discus and using the walls to rattle it between two monster skulls. "And find a new way out of here, since the front door is out." Let's see, what else. "Hiro?"

"Yeah, still here," Hiro said.

"Did you find Karmi and Dr. Amara?"

"I don't know about Dr. Amara—there's already a ton of viruses in the system and it's showing her in two places at once. Both are above you guys though. And we're still looking for Karmi."

Gogo looked up at the ceiling, scowling. "Send the coordinates you do have."

"Got it."

"We're still a little busy here!" Wasabi said, slicing at several monsters trying to bite at him—flinch back at Sherman charging and ramming several of them into a wall, Louie clinging to his back and shrieking a war cry. "Okay not as busy but still."

"We totally got this!" Fred countered.

"Right," Gogo said. "Honey Lemon, you're with me, the rest of you follow when you can."

"Uh," Wasabi noised. "Splitting up sounds like a bad idea."

"So is letting Dr. Amara get away," she pointed out. "And right now Honey Lemon's already contributed what she can to this fight."

"Sorry," she said. "I should have made up some extra chem balls."

"It was a calculated risk and it's still doing the work—hence, why you're coming with me." Slam a discus against one of the slithering monsters' skulls, knocking it out this time. "Half of the monsters out of the picture is better than none. We go soften them up, the boys come in behind and sweep up."

"I like this plan!" Fred declared.

"Just—" Wasabi started—had to hold off and brace behind a laser shield to keep one of the monsters off, managed to slam it into the wall. "Be careful, okay?"

"Always," Gogo said, sparing him a brief smile before slipping her game face back on. "Come on, Honey Lemon."

"On it!" Honey Lemon chirped, running after her.

"I still don't like this," Wasabi muttered—started at Huey launching off his back and running after them, box of gene cleansers still tucked under an arm. "And where are you going?"

"'Dashi!" Huey chirped back—was followed by Louie in short order. Sherman stopped to look, obviously puzzled—

Dropped a shoulder and slammed the lithe monster that tried to tackle him into a wall.

"And you thought we'd have a problem splitting up," Fred said, elbowing Wasabi as he waved a paw at Sherman.

"It's not us I'm worried about," Wasabi muttered.

Chris gave up on the computers when that symbol blared across it again. Here was hoping one of the things his mistress was addressing was getting rid of him.

In the meantime.

"Hello, calling all cars," Chris chimed into the walkie-talkie as he rooted in a cabinet. "I need all HenchCo employees to meet in office block 614 please, it's urgent."

"What about these canisters you wanted us to get?" someone responded.

"Bring those too—and don't engage if you see that little hero group," he added.

Okay, whoever forgot to turn their radio off and went finally they're learning was going to be used for monster chow. Find what he wanted, consider their options. Going out the front door was out, obviously, which left taking the helicopter. Would get that set and inform his mistress after all these little hangers-on were dealt with. Start taking inventory as the HenchCo goons filed in, managed to somewhat get the doors rigged to work for him.

"Ah, excellent," he said as the last of them entered the room, all of them carrying heavy canisters built like propane tanks. "Is everyone here?"

"Except for Dave," someone said. "You remember, you had him ah…with Larry? He's not answering."

"Refresh my memory?"

"In the server room?"

Hmm, well 'Larry' had probably eaten him. Oh well.

"It's come to my attention that our current approach isn't working very well," he said, going to each canister and cranking it open save for one—that one he picked up with the intent to use it on the cops downstairs. "So we're going to try a new approach."

"I think we could have accomplished this without an emergency meeting," what sounded like finally they're learning guy said sternly.

"Ah, what's in the canisters?" one guy asked, pointing. "And do the rest of us need gas masks?"

"Of course you don't," Chris said, reaching the one door that wasn't yet deadlocked. "You boys stay here for a bit—you'll figure out what to do from there."

"I—hey wait—"

Slam the door shut, lock it, disable the electrical failsafe, break a nearby steel chair and wrap the pipe around the handles. Some of the mutagen gas was seeping out, but with the vents sealed and the doors closed the majority would be going into their lungs. Perfect. Head for the stairs, humming as he pulled out the walkie-talkie…currently squawking with the goons' cries for help. Ugh, guess he'd wait until the channels were free.

In the meantime, start heading up to secure their escape route.

Although, if this worked out, they wouldn't have much else to worry about soon.

Okay, if Hiro didn't know any better he'd say that Dr. Amara had ticked off some other computer nerd before them. Either that or she had a lousy antivirus program.

Granted, the state of the files intimated that she wasn't big on organizing to begin with, or had some sort of internal filing system that made no sense. Find the biometric scanner he had disabled earlier to communicate with the team, turn it back on, start hunting for Karmi—

Groaned when a fire alert flashed on the screen.

"What?" Tadashi asked. "What did you do?"

"Why do you assume this was my fault?" Hiro asked. "The fire alarm got triggered on the fourth floor—which means the elevators will be out."

"Let me guess: your old foe, stairs."

"I'd like to not be exhausted for the major showdown, yes," he groused, trying to access the security cameras for the floor to see what was going on—all of them fizzled out. "Huh. You'd think they'd be waterproof."

"It's a shame when they cut corners," Tadashi muttered, currently having to work one-handed because of having to hold Nox. Hiro glanced over—

Took a double take at the sight of a very familiar purple chip plugged into the computers.

"Yeah you never did explain what you're doing with that chip," Hiro said, pointing.

"Currently? Being a level of petty I think 'Kase would approve of."

Probably. "And the reason you're using an unknown chip full of viruses you found on the beach is?"

"Because I'm in kind of a hurry and don't want to be bothered with cooking up viruses manually?"

Which reminded him—back to the search for Karmi…fifth floor. Pull up the schematics for the entire building so he could see just what they were dealing with—

There was a concerning uptick of monster dots on the sixth floor—and they were starting to migrate downstairs.

"Okay, time to go," Hiro squeaked—looked at the sublevels one last time before turning the biometric scanners back off and sending the updated schematics to the team. "We need to get—Baymax!"

"Hello," Baymax greeted, waving, Violet and Lena peeking over his shoulders. "The: monster, in the server banks has been neutralized."

"Well that's good."

"Also, Webby might have chewed a guy's face off," 'Kase said, leaning around Baymax with Webby in her arms.

"Well that's not good," Tadashi said, coming up behind Hiro.

"Pretty sure the guy deserved it."

"No. No letting the girls chew on bad guys we don't know where they've been."

"And this is a discussion we can have while moving," Hiro said, shoving Baymax to the door. "There's a bunch of monsters heading for the others and we still have to get the bird-people out of Sublevel Nine and out of here—"

Heard crashing, looked to see a battered monster muscling its way into the hall, looking and moving like it had fallen down a bunch of stairs—spot them, snarl—

"Ah! Baymax!" Hiro squawked over the girls screeching—Baymax hit the monster with a rocket fist, slamming it back through the door—

Hiro hesitated—ducked Tadashi's arm to go to the stairwell and look down. Couldn't see the monster, but could definitely hear it groaning pretty far down.

"How far down are we supposed to go again?" Tadashi asked, making Hiro start. "Sorry."

"I'd be more concerned with if it has buddies," 'Kase said, slipping around and heading down the stairs. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not waiting around for it to recover."

"No!" Webby barked, pumping her fists with her beak wide open, revealing sharp teeth—Hiro suddenly felt really, really bad for whoever she had attacked. "No bad SHREE yes!"

"No," Tadashi said, scurrying after them. "No 'Kase stop teaching her to eat people's faces."

There probably were more monsters down there, come to think of it—look up, look down, debating…his friends were in danger, but they could take care of themselves—the bird-people were civilians, and relatively unarmed to boot. Yeah, they had claws but so did the monsters, and the bird-kids were really way too tiny to be taking these things on.

"Hiro," Baymax noised, prompting him to look—Lena leaned a bit, whistled in a questioning tone.

"Okay," he sighed. "We get these guys out, and then we yeet up to help the others. Come on."

"Yeet: is not a word in my database," Baymax said, following Hiro as he bounded down the stairs after the others. "Also, please exercise caution when taking the: stairs."

"Yes," Lena said, pointing at the railing.

Hiro made a face at them. "Okay so obviously we're going to have to brush up on your Internet slang, Baymax—and worst-case scenario I'll use Tadashi to break my fall."

"I heard that," Tadashi called up.

"And obviously we're going to have to go over sarcasm again."

"Do not teach my healthcare robot sarcasm that is not conductive to a healthcare robot."

"Will the both of you SHUT UP," 'Kase hollered up. "Sheesh."

Baymax blinked. "Recognizing: sarcasm, is important to my healthcare database, as it affects how patients answer questions."

"HA," Hiro barked, finally catching up with Tadashi.

"I give up," Tadashi moaned.

Gogo and Honey Lemon were halfway to the next floor when the shrill ring of a fire alarm sounded.

"That's not good," Honey Lemon observed.

"No it isn't," Gogo agreed—just what they didn't need, a potentially dangerous timer on top of everything else. Reach the next floor, momentarily puzzled by the moisture seeping out from under the door—

At least one mystery was solved when she opened it: the sprinklers were on.

"Huh," she said. "I would have figured a gaseous suppressor."

"Dr. Amara's office is on this floor?" Honey Lemon asked. When Gogo confirmed: "Well, a little wet never hurt anyone."

"No, but a lot can kill you," Gogo groused—at least their helmets would keep the chemical-laced water off their faces and out of their eyes. "Let's just—hurry up and check so we can get out."

They were barely ten feet from the stairwell when the lights fizzled and flashed.

"A power surge from the water?" Honey Lemon guessed, wincing at another flare.

"Maybe," Gogo said. That didn't seem right, though, she would have thought the building would have been built better than that. Slip into an open area, briefly consult the schematics on her heads-up display before picking the right hall and heading for it—

"Gogo look out!"

She barely heard the slithering and hissing right before Honey Lemon barked that warning, spun—

Got hit hard in the side, went sliding as something gripped the arm she had lifted to protect herself—

Realized it was one of the monsterfied members of High Voltage right as it bit down hard on the armor, cracking it.

She reacted quickly, self-defense and fighting courses kicking in—slam a discus hard against the face, kick hard against the stomach area—electricity started dancing on the eel-monster's skin—hit harder, desperation lending her speed and force as she tried to struggle away—one zap from either member of High Voltage and she was a dead woman—

Honey Lemon slammed a vase that had been on a side table down on the eel-monster's head, slammed the non-business end of her chem bazooka against their face—the eel-monster rolled off, slithering down a side hall, hissing and spitting and sparking as it retreated.

"Are you okay?" Honey Lemon asked, helping Gogo back up.

"Yeah," Gogo said, examining the armor on her forearm—it had splintered under the force of the bite, wouldn't survive another hit; her arm would be next if something bit there again.

The thought had just crossed her mind when she heard more hissing.

She and Honey Lemon immediately went back to back, scanning the various halls, wiping their visors to try to clear them—inanely, she found herself wondering how to install a small windshield wiper on her helmet—

Another eel-monster, this one bigger, slithered out, drawing itself up and hissing—Barb, if she had to guess. Elbow Honey Lemon, who aimed her chem bazooka at it—her, whatever—

The eel-monster ducked the first one, slithering sideways, faster than expected thanks to the ankle-deep water—second one impacted on her side—

Was washed off by the sprinklers before it could do anything.

"Oh no," Honey Lemon squeaked.

Oh no was right—time for Plan B. Fling a discus at the eel-monster, scoring a hit off its head—

The other one, Juniper, glanced off her other side, sending her reeling, taking Honey Lemon down with her when she tried to catch her fall—both eel-monsters slithered away, electricity dancing off their bodies—

She wasn't sure if the blinding light was the lights flaring from the power surge or her own body trying to blank out—what she did know was that they couldn't take another hit like that. Stagger to her feet—

"Back to the stairs," she hissed as she helped Honey Lemon up. "We can't take them like this—"

Which must have been High Voltage's opinion as well, since Barb was hissing and coiling in the hall between them and the exit, sparks dancing down her coiling lengths. Ready a discus, muscles still twitching from the shock—

A screech from behind, spin to see Juniper charging, electricity surging ahead off her body—this was it, they were dead—last clear thing she was aware of before blacking out was her and Honey Lemon hugging each other tight—

"YAAAAH!"

…Okay, either the pain was so great that her body didn't register it at all, or somehow they skipped out on being fried. Crack an eye open, realizing that the water was no longer splattering on her—

Realized they were surrounded by a smooth shell, light flashing around it before fading.

Is this how bird-people wake up? she wondered, briefly pondering if she had totally conked out and this was her waking up to and suddenly feathers—should have asked the maybe-Tadashi, that would have gotten him spluttering—

Either she got to have company in the egg or this was something else entirely, which Honey Lemon was nice enough to identify a few seconds later. "Globby!"

"Heyo!" he greeted, green eyes blinking open before collapsing back into a humanoid shape, them getting freshly soaked again. "Did I do good? Fred's been talking about timing and stuff—"

"Yeah great where have you been?" Gogo demanded—yes the fighting had been frantic but she had lost track of him a while ago.

"So I kind of followed the wrong monster for a couple of halls," he started.

"You—how do you follow the wrong monster ours is missing a leg."

"So it's actually easier than you think—" Globby offered—started at the hissing echoing through the floor. "Uh—"

"Yeah," she said. "Bigger problems."

"If only we could—wait!" Honey Lemon barked, rounding on Globby with an almost desperate realization. "The glob-material—it's made from my chem purse!"

"So I did apologize for that," Globby tried—

"No wait I think I get it," Gogo said, stopping him as she scanned for High Voltage. "Start with stopping the sprinklers in the room—when they get in here, glob up the exits."

"Uh, are we sure it's a good idea to be alone with the monsters?" Globby asked, globbing up the sprinklers and cutting off the water. Finally.

"Is this the plan?" she asked Honey Lemon—when she nodded: "Yes, it's a good idea."

"Okay then," Globby said, flinching at the sound of hissing—Gogo looked, saw one coming one way, one another, both of them sparking—

Found herself with pink gelatin around her waist, lifting her and Honey Lemon up out of the water—both eel-monsters burst in, practically glowing—

"Now!" Gogo barked, flinging a discus to slam the monsters off course. Globby started sealing the exits—

Honey Lemon started firing.

High Voltage ducked, dodged, trying to avoid Honey Lemon's shots and Gogo's discuses—were tripped up by Globby sucking up the water, more unable to flood in now—

Honey Lemon finally scored a hit on Juniper, sending her reeling and screeching, coils flailing—

"Oh that looks like that hurts," Globby muttered, as Juniper slowly reverted back to normal. Barb stared, aghast—

Turned her fury on them, charging forward with a screech—

Got a face full of gene cleanser for her trouble.

"All right!" Honey Lemon cheered once the danger of being painfully electrocuted had passed. "Oh wait this is bad," she added when Globby opened the halls back up and water flooded back in.

"Okay so," Globby said, staring resolutely at the ceiling as he handed them blankets. "So I can do fabric too, as it turns out—"

Gogo took the blankets from him, motioned for Honey Lemon to help her lift up Barb enough to wrap her in one. "Do me a favor—check the rest of the rooms for Dr. Amara."

"Right," Globby said, saluting. "Ah, what do I do if I find her?"

Preferably, his worst. "Can you keep her from running?"

"Oh definitely—be right back."

"Well," Honey Lemon offered, keeping Barb in a sitting position as Gogo attended to Juniper. "At least we know the gene cleansers work."

"Yeah," Gogo said. "At least there's that." High Voltage, Mr. Sparkles…hopefully there wouldn't be very many monsters left to deal with.

Aside from the one big one running the place, of course.