There I was, cross-dressed, and one of the most hated people in all of Latveria walking through the streets of Doomstadt. I did not need to waste much time. Yet, I had a feeling deep down that I did not have quite enough items to help me get through Doom's castle. Doom was very big on booby traps, and from my experience, I knew you had to be prepared for practically anything from Doom. I would never forget the time Doom switched bodies with Father. If it had not been for my driving Doom in Father's body up the wall, the others would have never suspected it was Doom. Anyway, I carefully observed what stores were around. There was a cart with fresh fruit, a candy store, a clothing store, and to my surprise, a toy store. All of the stores on that one street were in horrid condition. The building they were in appeared to be falling apart. And, they all did not seem to carry much. But, I needed at least a few more goods that would be sufficient enough in Doom's castle. I decided to head into the toy store. When I entered, I saw nothing but wind-up toys on the shelves. Wind up birds, mice, frogs, cats, dogs, lizards, etc. were everywhere in that store. That was a lame toy store by my standards, but none the less, the merchandise would make for excellent decoys to test certain rooms in the castle out with. There was no sign of the toy maker or the storeowner around. Using my skills of thievery from the days I ran away from the Central City Orphanage, I grabbed all the wind-up toys I could stuff into my knapsack, and gear belt. Then, I ran out of the store. The next store I went up to was the candy store. It was quiet obvious in there that the Latverians missed out a ton on the good things America has to offer, like decent candy. But, all I needed was stuff that was good, sticky, and/or made people gag. Everyone apparently was still out at that shrine worshiping Doom, for there was no one manning the candy store. I got a hold of some taffy, Atomic Fireballs, and some more gum. I did not care if it was too hot, or was not tasty; I just needed stuff to give Doom and his servants an extremely hard time. I got out of the candy store after finding that all nooks and crannies in my knapsack and gear belt had been filled. I was about as ready as I could get for Doom's nightmare palace.

"Ok, where is Doomsie's home?"

I said under my breath. That question was answered the minute I turned around, and looked down a path to my left. Approximately three miles past the residential section of that street was where the castle lied. I immediately ducked into a dark alley, where I took off the Latverian boy's clothes, and put them in what appeared to be a makeshift garbage can. Then, with the knapsack hanging off my shoulder, and the gear belt clinging to my waist, I started to make the longest strides down that main street towards Castle Doom.