Sitting down at a table, Heat, Tsutamo, and Strike waited for Hiro to come back with their lunches. "So, what did you and disco boy do to keep yourself busy?" Heat asked Strike.

Looking over his shoulder to make sure Hiro was out of hearing range, Strike replied, "Well, we were in a haunted house, until he had to go screaming off at the sight of Bio. I tell you, what a scaredy cat!"

"Speaking of scaredy cats, I assume that was you and Shorty who screamed when we were in the tunnel?" Heat said annoyedly, turning to Tsutamo.

"Well…you see…I…", Tsutamo stuttered. At that moment, Hiro arrived with a tray of burgers, fries, and sodas.

"Speaking of the that, what were you and Shorty doing in the Tunnel of Love?" Hiro asked, handing out the food.

"He's in love with her", Heat stated, between mouthfuls of fries.

"Oh, how cute!" Hiro exclaimed. "Kid love".

"WHAT! We're not in love! At least we weren't the ones in their snuggling with each other", Tsutamo said, jamming the straw into the top of his cup.

Interested, Strike and Hiro turned to look at Heat, who was shooting Tsutamo a dirty look. "What's this we here about snuggling?" Strike asked smugly, "Aw, does wittle Heat have a cwush?" Everyone laughed, except Heat, who muttered something under his breath.

Tsutamo nudged Strike. "He must", he said, "'cause he and Kitty-N were kissing like they liked each other".

"They WHAT!" Hiro and Strike jumped five feet off their chairs. "You and Kitty-N were KISSING?" Hiro asked, a surprised look on his face.

Strike, grinning wickedly, took a bite of his burger. "How could anyone love you?" he said to Heat.

Heat turned bright red with embarrassment. "We weren't kissing! I was just sitting there, and Kitty leaned over and kissed me on the cheek". As the other three teased him, Heat sunk lower in his seat, terribly embarrassed.

As they drifted away from the topic of romantic interest (much to Heat's relief), they finished their lunches. "OK", Hiro said, standing up. "So me and Tsutamo will go to the arcade, while you two go on some rides. We'll meet up near the side show at…one o'clock?"

"Sounds like a plan", Strike replied, and jogged to catch up with Heat, who was running crazily to the nearest, biggest roller coaster.

Turning to Tsutamo, Hiro asked "So, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" He and his little brother then walked out of the food court and found the nearest arcade.

"Step right up! Shoot the ducks and win a prize!" a nearby vendor yelled. Walking over, Strike tossed the man a few coins. "Ah, we have a contestant!" the man announced. "So, do you think you have what it takes to win?"

"Puleease!" Strike said, rolling his eyes. "Just give me the gun", he shot a look of annoyance at the vendor.

Suddenly, Heat appeared at Strike's side, eating cotton candy. "What'cha doin'?" he asked, with a mouth full of cotton candy. Then, seeing the vendor hand Strike a toy shotgun, he chuckled evilly. "Man, is that vendor in for a shock", Heat said in a low tone to Strike.

"Whenever you're ready", the vendor said, pulling a lever. A conveyor belt with rubber ducks started rolling. Holding the gun level, Strike said shooting rapid fire. The rubber ducks exploded as each bullet found its target. Destroying the ducks instantly, Strike continued shooting, only now he was hitting the backboard. Bullets ricocheted in various directions, one narrowly missing Heat's head.

"Hey, watch it!" Heat exclaimed, ducking just in time. After Strike didn't respond, he smacked his older brother on the side of the head. "You can stop shooting now, Ace!" he yelled over the sound of the gun.

At that moment, Strike's gun ran out of bullets. Placing it on the counter, he asked, "Where's my prize?"

The vendor, who had hidden under the counter, got shakily up. Nervous to approach Strike, he threw an over sized stuffed frog at the sharpshooter. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he ran back under the counter, whimpering.

Catching the frog, Strike looked it over. It was a lime green color, with big, black and white eyes, and it's hot pink tongue sticking out. "Here", he said, tossing it to Heat. "You can give this to lover cat".

Heat turned bright red, but caught the frog, and carried it under his arm. "So", he said, after awhile. "What do you want to do now?"

Bing bing bing! "Yes!" Tsutamo exclaimed. He had just gotten the high score for Pacman. "Hey, Hiro, I…", he turned around, but, then seeing Hiro wasn't next to him anymore, he stopped. "Hiro?" Tsutamo started to wander around the arcade. However, as soon as he saw a crowd of excited girls, he knew where Hiro was. Pushing his way through the crowd, he found Hiro playing a game that involved dancing. Arrows would come on the screen, and Hiro would have to stomp on that arrow on the pad he was standing on. However, not only was Hiro just stomping his feet, he was also just plain busting a groove. His admirers, the crowd of girls, watched in awe, some calling his name while others begged for autographs. Tsutamo rolled his eyes. Walking to the wall by the machine, Tsutamo leaned on it and crossed his arms. Listening to the rocking music Hiro was dancing to, Tsutamo's mind started to wander.

"Remind me again why we are here", Heat said, annoyed. He slouched in his chair, obviously bored. "This is so stupid!" he exclaimed, nodding to the stage.

Strike muttered to himself, tired of his fiery brother's complaints. "For the last time, we are here because this is where Hiro told us to meet him and Tsutamo".

"But why the heck did we choose to meet at a side show? I mean, come one!" Heat studied his gloves, bored.

It took all of Strike's will not to strangle Heat. "Because", he said through gritted teeth, "there was no where else to meet! What, would you have rather have met them by the pony rides?"

Heat made no response. Instead, he changed the subject. "Look at that", he said, as a new performer came onstage. The guy was announced as Gus, the fire eater. Lighting a torch, he stuck it down his throat, much to the audience's delight. Heat let out a sigh of annoyence. "Come ON! The guy ain't a saint people. I can do that better than he can!" he muttered to Strike.

Strike fists clenched and unclenched as he considered grabbing his shot guns, just to get Heat to shut up. "Heat", he finally said, "why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Prove it!" he said sarcastically. To his horror, Heat got up from his seat.

"I'd be glad to". With that, the red head proceeded to walk to the stage.

As the last chords of the song played, Hiro walked off the game pad, exhausted. Wiping his head, he pushed his way through his audience just as another person stepped onto the game. A hip hop beat started, and Hiro could feel his feet tapping to the rhythm. Suddenly he remembered about the meeting arrangements with Strike and Heat. Walking around, Hiro looked for Tsutamo. "Where has that little rascal gone to?" he said aloud, after searching the whole arcade. Walking back to the dancing game, Hiro leaned against the wall, trying to think. Looking to his left, Hiro did a double take. In the corner, by the game, Tsutamo was…dancing! With his eyes closed, he was completely oblivious to the world, just dancing along with the beat. Hiro's jaw dropped. He had no idea Tsutamo could dance! Hiro sunk to the floor in disbelief. He put his head in his hands, every once in awhile sneaking peaks at the grooving Tsutamo.

As the song ended, Tsutamo got up from his final pose. Surprised, he saw Hiro, only a few yards away, sitting on the floor, head buried in arms. "Hey Hiro!" he said, coming over. "Is anything wrong?"

Hiro looked up. "Hey Tsutamo. No, nothing's wrong. We'd better go meet Heat and Strike". With that, he got up, and the two left the arcade.

Heat had climbed up on stage, and was currently to the far left, leaning against the wall. Gus, the fire eater, hadn't noticed him yet, but the audience had. People whispered to their neighbors in confusion. Strike sunk lower in his seat. For once in his life, he was embarrassed to be related to Heat.

"And now, for the finale!" Gus yelled. He took a large torch, and lit it. Giant flames erupted on the top of it.

As Gus started to put the top of it in his mouth, Heat suddenly shouted. "Ha! That's nothing! Anyone can do that!" Walking center stage, Heat proceeded to pull the torch out of the confused guy's mouth, and he shoved it down his own. Pulling the torch back out, he held it up for the audience to see. The fire was completely extinguished. The audience burst out cheering wildly.

Strike held his hand up to his face. He was the only one not standing and clapping for Heat.

As flowers were tossed on stage, Heat gathered them in a bouquet. Walking off, he waved to the crowd. He found Strike in his chair, hand over face. "Hey Strike!" he said, grinning.

Strike roughly grabbed Heat by the collar, and dragged him outside. When they were out of the audience's hearing, Strike turned to the grinning red head. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? THAT WAS TERRIBLE!"

"You're telling me!" Heat exclaimed, obviously not getting Strike's message. "I mean, that torch had the guy's spit all over it! I need some mouth wash". As he attempted to walk away, Strike grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU CAN'T JUST WALK UP ON STAGE AND PERFORM AS THOUGH THE REASON THE AUDIENCE CAME WAS TO SEE YOU!" Strike exploded.

Heat, for the first time in his life, was scared of his twenty two year old brother. He had never seen the laid back Strike lose his cool before, and now, Heat was sorry it had happened. "I…I…um..", Heat tried to talk, but was shaking with fear.

"Yo guys! We're here!" Hiro walking with Tsutamo over to his other two brothers. "Hey, I gotta tell you, we…", Hiro stopped. Strike had Heat by the shirt collar, lifted a foot or so off the ground, while Heat shook with an obvious, profound fear.

For once, Heat was ecstatic to see Hiro. Pulling himself out of Strike's grasp, he ran over to Hiro and knocked him over, hugging him, and thanking God Hiro had come in the nick of time.

Hiro, completely stunned, just patted the shaking uncontrollably Heat on the back. Finally, after Heat had calmed down, Hiro was able to pull himself off the ground. Whipping out his mirror (he seems to do that often :P), Hiro combed his hair until it was perfect. Then, looking around, he asked, "Where is Tsutamo?"

Tsutamo, who didn't seem to have noticed the happenings, had gone inside the side show building to watch some of the performances.

Seeing him not around, Hiro turned to the other two. "You guys aren't going to believe this, but our new brother…he can dance!"

"Are you serious?" Strike said, folding his arms. "How in the world did he learn to dance?"

"Sweet!" Heat said. "We should make him an official member of Bust A Groove!"

Strike, still rather ticked off with Heat, turned on him. "HOW THE HECK DO YOU EXPECT TO DO THAT? THE ONLY WAY HE CAN BE A MEMBER IS IF HE BEATS ONE OF THE EXISTING MEMBERS IN A COMPETION!"

Hiro now appeared worried. "Do you think he'd be up to the challenge?"

Heat, however, was confident. "I'm sure he's up to the challenge! He'll prove it when we bring him tomorrow night!"

Responses to Reviews:

FireflyDino- Thanks! Here's a new chapter for you:)

Veronica The Mischievous- Wow! I'm glad you really liked it! Heat's my favorite character to! (Well, besides Kitty-N).