"What the hell?!" Crusher stared at the other truck that looked like him. "CLONE! IMPOSTER!"

"Woah…" the other Crusher glanced at them before staring down at himself. "Am I? Huh, I don't remember being created, if i am…"

"Woah! Another Crusher!" Pickle gasped.

"Great, as if one of 'em wasn't enough," Starla muttered.

"Starla," Blaze gave her a disapproving look.

"What? It's true…"

"Um, hi there," Gabby greeted the other Crusher as she dismounted from Watts's driver seat. "What's your name?"

"Uh… Crusher…" the other dark blue truck spoke fiddled with his tires before tilting his head. "Are you all clones?"

"Wait, are we???" Pickle glanced down at his own tires. "Oh no! I never checked! What if I'M the imposter?!"

"Or… what if I am, and I didn't know it because I am one?!" the other Crusher cried out.

"Oh great, it's like having TWO Pickles…" Crusher grumbled, slapping a tire on his face. "Great, just great…"

"Oh, by the way!" Pickle handed the discus back. "Is this yours?"

"Oh yes! Thank you!" the other Crusher beamed and gently took the discus. "I almost thought that I lost my frisbee,"

"No problem," Pickle grinned. "Can I play?!"

"Sure!"

"Well, for a Crusher, he sure acts like a Pickle," Stripes commented as they watched Pickle and the other Crusher play with the discus happily.

"This is really weird to watch…" Darington added. "Not like, bad weird, but like… I never thought I'd ever see anything like this weird,"

"I'm with Darington on this," AJ agreed with a nod.

"Hey, hey, check this out!" the other Crusher threw the discus towards a tree, which caused it to bounce off it and towards another tree before it landed on his head. "Ta-da!"

"Wow!" Pickle gasped. "That was amazing! Did you see that, Crusher?!"

"Eh, I've done better," Crusher shrugged and grabbed the discus from his other self's head. "Just watch me!" He threw the discus at the tree, but it ended up bouncing back at him and knocking him down. "Oh come on! It can't be THAT HARD!"

"Eh, it takes a while for you to learn how to do that trick," the other Crusher laughed as he helped Crusher up. "Want me to teach you?"

"Argh!" Crusher huffed and smacked the other's tire away. "I don't need some… lookalike to teach me anything!"

"Wow, you sure are grumpy," the other Crusher giggled. "You remind me of—"

"Crusher, where did you go?!"

The group jumped in surprise at the familiar voice of Pickle, but it sounded grumpy and frustrated as it got closer towards them. Only the other Crusher didn't seem fazed as he turned to face who had spoken with a smile.

"Hey, Pickle! Check this out!"

"Check what out— HOLY HELL WHAT ARE THOSE?!" the group were bewildered to see another green truck appear from the bush, looking horrified at the sight of them.

"I… actually don't know," the other Crusher hummed in thought.

"They're CLONES! OR WORSE; IMPOSTERS!" the other Pickle screeched before jumping onto the other Crusher's back in fear. "SAVE ME, CRUSHER! GET ME AWAY FROM THEM!"

"We're not clones!" Crusher argued. "How do we know that YOU TWO aren't clones?!"

"BECAUSE I'VE KNOWN I EXIST SINCE I WAS BORN, YOU IMPOSTER!" the other Pickle snarled.

"I AM NOT AN IMPOSTER!"

"Oh boy…" Darington groaned. "NOW it feels like having TWO Crushers…"

"This is all so weird," Stripes winced. "Like, Crusher is Pickle, and Pickle is… Crusher…?"

"I think I might have a headache when this is all over…" Starla grumbled.

"Um, excuse me, other Crusher?" Blaze asked. "Can I ask you something?"

"Mm-hmm!" the other Crusher nodded, ignoring the argument between his best friend and his lookalike. "Sure, other Blaze!"

"Have you ever cheated before?"

"Why do I have to?" the other Crusher let out a laugh. "I don't even race!"

"Other Crusher not race???" Zeg's jaw dropped, as did everyone's.

"Uh yeah," the other Pickle huffed. "Why would he? He's as slow as a snail. I, on the other hand, am the fastest racer in all of the world!"

"Huh," the other Crusher looked doubtful. "I thought that was Blaze—"

"THAT GOODY-FOUR-TIRES IS NOT THE FASTEST!" the other Pickle smacked his best friend with a growl. "I AM!"

"Huh, Stripes's right," AJ commented with a shudder. "This IS weird,"

"Maybe there's a way for us to get back to our world," Watts suggested.

"Good idea, Watts," Gabby agreed with a nod.

"Hey, other Crusher?" Pickle drove over to his best friend's lookalike. "Can you still invent?"

"Yes, but Pickle here says that my inventions stink," the other Crusher sighed.

"Well, they DO!" the other Pickle defended. "They never work, and they always end up hurting ME, even if it was on accident! His inventions are the WORST!"

The other Crusher whimpered, his head down in shame. Blaze frowned.

"Hey! I bet his inventions ARE good if you stop downing him,"

"Oh boy, both Blaze from both worlds are so irritatingly good," the other Pickle groaned, rolling his eyes.

"That wasn't nice," Pickle pointed out. "He is your best friend, isn't he?"

"More sidekick than best friend," the other Pickle huffed.

"How are you letting him treat you like that?" Crusher raised an eyebrow at his other self. "You're way bigger than he is,"

"But… that would be mean," the other Crusher frowned. "And he's my best friend,"

"WHAT THE— you know what? I'm not even gonna bother," Crusher grumbled.

"Yeah…" Pickle grimaced and turned to Blaze. "So, can we go home now?"

"Yes please!" Darington agreed. "This is getting too weird for me!"

"We still don't know how we even got here," Blaze told them.

"Crusher, are you SURE you can't duplicate what you invented?" AJ asked the dark blue truck.

"If I could, I would've done that right here, right now," Crusher crossed his tires.

"Ooh! Ooh! I wanna try!" the other Crusher volunteered.

"Pah-lease, you're just gonna fail, like with your other inventions," the other Pickle scoffed.

"Aww…" the other Crusher sighed.

"D'aww, don't be that way, other me," Pickle gave his lookalike a disapproving look. "I bet other Crusher can make the same invention as Crusher!"

"I wouldn't count on it," the other Pickle jumped off his best friend and drove off. "Well, go ahead and try anyway. Just don't come to ME if it failed,"

"Don't listen to that sourpuss," Starla told the other Crusher. "He's just as bad as our Crusher,"

"HEY!" Crusher growled. "At least I don't down Pickle when he does magic!"

"Go on, other Crusher!" Pickle encouraged. "You can go and try!"

The other Crusher blinked at them before smiling. He took a deep breath and allowed his inventing pouch to glow along with him as his bag opened up, and out came silver and light blue scraps before they all gathered to make a huge machine.

"Woah…" the group gasped.

"Hey, how did you do that?!" Crusher was confused. "You managed to recreate my machine! How?!"

"I don't know!" the other Crusher shrugged in amazement. "I just… did! Wow! I didn't even know I could do that!"

"Hooray!" Pickle cheered.

"Nice job, other Crusher!" Watts exclaimed.

"Lucky…" Crusher grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Jealous of your other self, much?" Stripes raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up,"

"Does it work?" Starla asked.

"Let's rest it out!" the other Crusher dashed to the machine and pulled on the lever, causing the machine to suddenly glow a bright white. "Yay! It works!"

"Then this goodbye," Blaze said. "Thanks for the help, other Crusher,"

"No problem!" the other Crusher beamed. "Hope you guys come to visit again soon!"

"Yeah, no thanks," Crusher shuddered, disliking the world already as he zoomed towards the portal.

"Crusher, wait up!" Pickle drove after his best friend. "Thanks, other Crusher! And bye!"

"Friends better go after them before Crusher wins race!" Zeg cried out.

"Yeah, we gotta go too," Blaze nodded as he and the rest of them turned to the portal. "Bye, other Crusher!"

"Bye-bye!" the other Crusher waved them goodbye as they left, and he turned off the machine.

"Huh, you're machine works after all," he turned to see the other Pickle grumble while driving towards him. "Good. If I had to see TWO Blaze, I was gonna LOSE IT!"

"I don't know," the other Crusher seemed to hum in thought. "I wouldn't mind having two Blaze, two Darington, two Stripes, two Zeg, two Gabby, two Starla, two Watts—"

"Oh, NO NO NO!" the other Pickle shuddered before turning away. "One is quite enough, thank you very much!"

The other Crusher frowned as he watched his best friend take his leave. He glanced down at his machine then glanced up at the sky.

Maybe. Just maybe… they'll meet again.