"In recent weeks," Telna Ryans, the reporter, said on T.V.  "Government officials from the year 2970 are dying from murder.  It is thought that these officials were caught in a hoax of some kind, but was never proven.  The most mysterious were Maxwell Murder and Ural Terpsichore.  Investigators are searching for Ural Terpsichore at this time due to a fight in the downtown district one week ago-" Ural turned off the T.V.

"Hmm," Ural said.  "Odd that they haven't searched for Maxwell Murder.  That's a suspicious name if you ask me."

"No matter," Gene replied.  "Only one day till we're wanted criminals."

"We've gotta do something though," Spike stated.  "I say we find this Maxwell Murder."

"I've got a lead," Jet said running into the room.  "Seems like the Maxwell Murder guy has a bounty on him…  50 mill."

"50 Million wolong?!"  Spike shouted.  "Who's idea was this?"

"Red Dragon Syndicate has something against him," Jet replied.  "The Red Dragon Syndicate must have framed Maxwell or something."

"Well then," Ural said walking towards the door.  "Looks like my work is cut out for me.  Thanks for the help.  See ya 'round"

"Wait!" Jet said trying to stop Ural.  "Arg, does he listen to anyone?"

"Gene," Spike said.  "Come on, we've got a museum to get to."

"What?" Jet said looking strangely at Spike.  "Why a museum?"

"The remaining government officials of the year 2070 will be there," Gene said.  "I didn't think it was important until now.  They got invitations to the revealing of the British Crown Jewels.  That's where Ural is going."

"Lets go," Spike said running to his Starfish II.

A loud roar sounded and the Starfish II launched out of the bay into the sky.  The sun was beginning to set over Ganymede, and soon it would be time for the hunt on Gene and Spike to begin.  They only had a few hours to prove their innocence then it would be over.

Upon arrival at the museum, they were asked for an invitation:

"May I see your invitation," the guard at the door said.  "You must have one."

"We're with Ural Terpsichore," Spike replied.  "I think if you ask him, he'll tell you."

"Hold on please," the guard said walking into the museum.

"Now," Spike said to Gene.

Gene and Spike ran around to the side and climbed to the top of the building.  At the top, they ran over to the window and opened it up.  Gene shot a hook into the wall for them to slide down.  They slid down to ground level, luckily no one was in the room at the time.

They ran to the door then peaked through the keyhole, no one was in the other room.  They ran into the room and acted as casual as possible.  Gene walked away to find Ural while Spike searched for Ural.

"I hate this classical music," Spike said to himself catching a glance or two.

All of a sudden he was gagged and dragged off to the side.  "What are you doing here?" Ural whispered angrily.

"I came looking for you," Spike said.  "Where's Maxwell?"

"Not here yet," Ural replied.  "Try to keep out of trouble, I'm going back to the party."

The two went back into the crowds.  All of a sudden, rap music began to play.

"Now this is what I call music," Spike said laughing.  "But this isn't right.  It's too formal for rap music.  Something's going on."

Spike ran to get Gene, but Gene was nowhere to be found.  Something was wrong.  Could it be Maxwell Murder?