Flynn: Me and my associates, the Stabbington Brothers jumped from the top of our train to the depot, where Lady Caine and her cronies were waiting.
"What took you so long?" asked Lady Caine.
"Ah, with Rider, it's always one complication after another." replied Sideburns, one of the Stabbingtons.
I, on the other hand, noticed a poster of me hanging on the stand. And the looks of it are not good.
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is bad. This is very, very bad! This is really bad!"
I showed the gang my poster and said. "They just can't get my nose right."
That, unfortunately, did not faze anyone, especially Caine, who said. "It's just a poster, Rider. They're not always perfect."
"You may not care about your looks, Lady Caine. But I do." I said, while pointing at another poster that was hanging on the stand. "I mean, look at the Stabbingtons. They look amazing."
"Only not as handsome." added Hamburglar, who held out his poster.
"Ham, you're not helping." I said.
Ham shrugged and ate a hamburger he had in his other hand.
"Say, where'd you get that burger anyway?" I asked.
"From over there." Ham replied, pointing at the McDonald's across the street from the train station.
And who should arrive at McDonald's...than the royal guards!
"You burger-munching idiot! You led them right to us!" snarled Pocket.
Ham gulped. "I did?"
"Quick, up here!" I said, pointing at the top of the depot, to which we all climbed up...and spotted a nearby bus.
"Huh! Well, that's convenient. Let's go!"
I hopped onto the top, but no one else followed suit.
"Well, ya coming or what?" I asked.
"First things first." said Lady Caine as she held out her hand.
"Wha..? I just...you still don't trust me, do you?"
"Listen, Rider," sneered Lady Caine. "If you want us to come with you, you'll hand over the bag!"
"I'd do what she says if I were you." whispered Ham, to whom I frowned at.
Like I said, he was no help.
Still, if Caine wanted my satchel, then...
"Fine!"
But before I could give it to her, the bus started to move...with me and Ham on top of it, to Caine's surprise.
"What the...Rider!"
"Sorry, Caine. BLNT*!" I called out as the bus drove away.
"Uh, that stands for..." Ham began before Caine cut him off, shouting. "I know what it stands for! And you won't have any when I get my hands on you!"
That was the least of my problems, for my biggest was the royal guards chasing the bus!
"Retrieve that satchel at any cost!" The Captain said to his guards, Stan and Pete, who replied. "Yes, sir!"
His horse, Maximus neighed the same thing to his fellow horses, who neighed back in agreement.
Nathan: Little did Flynn realize that it was my bus to JobTrain that he and Ham were riding on.
During the ride, I heard a BANG coming from outside the bus.
"Did anyone else hear that?" I asked startledly.
"Hear what?" asked the bus driver.
"Well, I wouldn't dare look back," I said. "But it almost sounded like...a gunfight!"
Flynn: Back outside the bus, Ham and I could see Stan and Pete blocking the left and right side while the Captain rode Max from behind.
"We got him now, Maximus." he said.
As Ham and I saw the Captain and Max getting closer, we didn't realize we were heading towards a traffic light.
One hit on the back of our heads, and we found ourselves falling from the top of the bus and onto Max, knocking the Captain off.
While Ham and I rode him the other way, Max stopped in his tracks, turned back and stared at us coldly.
"Come on, shake a hoof!" Ham demanded.
Max, however, did not shake a hoof. Instead, he stared into my satchel, which he tried to grab with his teeth.
But I pulled it back, saying. "No. No!"
Still, Maximus tried to get his chompers on my satchel, which resulted into a tussle.
"Stop it!" cried Hamburglar as he tried to keep the satchel away from Max. "Stop it!"
"Give it to me!" I growled while trying to get my satchel out of Max's mouth.
The pull was so strong, it flew out of my hands and into a tree...on the right side of JobTrain!
"Mine!" Ham and I cried as the two of us and Max rushed over there to get the satchel back.
I climbed up the tree while Ham walked all over Max and up where I was.
As Max saw us in the tree, I quick pulled the leaves so he won't see us.
But Max was no fool of a horse.
As he used his mighty hooves to shake the tree, I knew I had to ditch Ham.
Sure, he means well, but again, he wasn't much help back at the train station.
"Sorry, Ham." I said, before pushing him out of the tree.
As Ham landed on the ground, Max walked over and took a sniff all over him.
Of coruse, that startled Ham as he tried to walk awawy from that bloodhound of a horse.
"Nice horsey." he said, using his McDonald's bag as a shield. "Be nice, horsey!"
Unfortunately, Ham was holding his bag upside down.
And what fell out of there, you ask? A bunch of burgers, that's what.
"Great!" Ham groaned, for he knew that Max had caught him red-handed for stealing those burgers, hence the name Hamburglar.
Author's Note:
*BLNT stands for "better luck next time," in case you were wondering.