Back inside the museum, Pete was still trapped. He could hear the bulldozers coming in closer… what was he going to do now?

He tried the door to the janitor's closet again. The door wiggled free, surprisingly! Mo must've hit it hard enough for it to open successfully. Pete went inside the closet, searching for anything to help him get out. A ladder! But it was too small. It would never reach the ceiling… Pete kept searching. Rope and Super duct tape… Super duct tape! This tape stuck to anything and everything, and could hold throughout extreme conditions. It would be perfect! He had a plan.

Pete rushed out of the closet. The bulldozer was emerging into the room. It started to plow right through the fossils. Pete put a piece of duct tape and attached it to the rope. He then threw the part of the rope that had duct tape attached to it up on the ceiling. It stuck, and Pete began his climb. Slowly but surely, he reached the top, and the bulldozer couldn't do anything… except knock the rope around. Pete was hanging onto the edge of the hole in the ceiling with one hand, and the rope with the other.

Suddenly, the rope pulled tight. The bulldozer had gotten it caught in it's gears, and it was pulling the rope away from him! The duct tape strained, but it wasn't more powerful than the bulky bulldozer, and the rope ripped from his hands. Pete quickly grabbed onto the ceiling with both hands.

He needed to pull himself up, he desperately needed to… but his muscles weren't strong enough. He wasn't very physically active or in shape. Pete was about to give up hope, when all of a sudden he slipped, so he didn't need to give up hope.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" THUMP!

Pete landed on the bulldozer, hard. But fortunately for him, the bulldozer was not blocking the exit anymore! Why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Pete got off the bulldozer as quickly as he could, and raced to the exit, where he found Mo lying on the ground outside.

"Mo… c'mon pal, get up. We need to get outta here – something's wrong, and we need to figure out what."

Mo regained consciousness and sat up straight, rubbing his bruised tummy.

"I feel… like crap," mumbled Mo.

Pete smiled. "You look like crap."

Not smiling, Mo got up and stretched his legs. "So now what we gonna do, eh?" he asked softly.

"Well…" Pete began. "We should go to Llams City. That's where the CIA is located."

Mo frowned. "The Central Intelligence Agency?"

Pete smiled. "Sort of. They're name is copied off of them, because they basically do the same job… only they have fun doing it."

Mo was even more confused. "Then what is this company?"

Pete explained himself. "The CIA.. the Chickens Interrogation Allies, are a group of Chickens which track down bad guys and, well, to put it simply, get rid of them. They should be able to help us know what's going on here. I suspect whoever is bulldozing our town and kidnapping animals is doing something highly illegal."

"That's cool," began Mo. "But, y'know, how are we going to meet with these guys? We're just two bums from the country, and they're big city agents."

Pete grinned a big, cheesey grin. "Let's just say I have… connections."

Pete and Mo walked along the road that used to be train tracks. They desperately needed a car, or some form of transportation. They still had a while to go until they got to Llams City.

"There's one question that'd be botherin' me, now, brutha…" said Mo, struggling to keep up with Pete's rapid pace.

"What's that?" asked Pete, wondering what Mo had on his mind.

"Well, why is Llams City called Llams City?"

"It's small spelled backwards… sort of a hidden meaning. It's a big city… small backwards… like the opposite of small. Get it?"

Mo rolled his eyes. "I'm not falling for that, Pete my man."

"It's Greek for 'Important and Useful.'"

Mo rolled his eyes again. "You don't know, do you?"

"Of course I know. I'm just not telling you."

"Oh, yeah, sure, mmhmm. Right."

Finally, Pete and Mo got to Llams City. It was hustling and bustling with activity – animals and people walked along the sidewalks, across streets, and into buildings. Pete and Mo did not fit in – they were wearing old ragged clothes that had been torn by their mission, while other business men walked around in suits.

"This way," said Pete, grabbing Mo's arm and guiding them through the crowds of people. He knew where the CIA headquarters were… he had been there a few times already. However, he had never been on important business.

Finally they made it to the towering skyscraper known as the CIA management headquarter facility base for research and government work building… CIAMHFBRGWB for short.

Two pig guards stood by the door with assault rifles. As Pete and Mo approached the entrance, one pig blocked the door and began to question them.

"What's your business here at the CIAMHFBRGWB? Who are you? What are your names? How old are you? Where do you come from? Why are you trying to get inside the building?"

The other pig, shoving his friend aside, smiled nervously at the two humans.

"Lil' Gip! Stop it! Let them answer your first question!" said the pig to his friend.

The pig known as Lil' Gip shoved the other pig back. "Stop it Frank! I know what I'm doing!"

The two pigs broke out into a fistfight. While they were distracted, Pete and Mo quietly slipped past them into the large building. They made their way to a desk, where the secretary was currently taking a call. Patiently waiting, Pete and Mo were bored out of their minds.

"That sounds just horrible! Did he drink the yellow one too? Gross! That's disgusting! How much money did he pay for them? 5,000 bells! What a waste of money! Oh my goodness! You're kidding me! No way! I had no idea… hold on, Sally, I've got some people I need to talk to."

The secretary put down the phone and made a mean glance at the two customers.

"Make it fast. Who do'ya wanna talk to?"

Pete smiled and put on his charming, good natured voice.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to talk to the President of the CIA, Mr. Toast."

The secretary thought it was a joke. "You've got to be kidding me. Please, I don't have time for this!"

Pete nervously glanced at Mo, who was staring at Pete intently. Pete turned to the secretary again.

"Listen, I'm a friend of his. If we could just see him for one sec.."

The secretary cut him off. "Sir, you can't see him without making an appointment for a few months in advance."

"Is he seeing anyone right now?"

"Well… no."

"Is he seeing anyone the rest of the day?"

"Actually, well, no…"

"Then I don't see why we can't talk to him!"

The secretary was clearly frightened, and she nodded her head while biting her lip. "Yeah, yeah, OK, sure… 18th floor. I'll tell him you're coming."

"Very good, ma'am."

"What's your name again sir?"

"Tell him it's an… old friend. Oh yeah, and here." Pete fished out one bell from his pocket and handed it to the secretary. "It's a tip."

Pete briskly walked away. The secretary looked at the bell and rolled her eyes. Mo just stood there, gazing at the secretary. Finally, the secretary noticed this and tried her best not to be rude. "What are you looking at!" she screamed. Well, maybe she was trying to be rude…

Mo was startled, and he ran over to Pete, who was waiting for the elevator.

"S'up, yo?" asked Mo. He glanced back at the secretary, who was on her phone again. "That secretary is a bit… strange. If you know what I mean."

Pete chuckled and entered the elevator as the door opened. Mo followed.

"Floor 18…" mumbled Pete as he looked for the button. There were so many! From 1-50, in fact.

"Wait!" exclaimed Pete. "There is no floor 18! What the…"

Mo looked over at the rows of buttons. "Hey, you're right. They skip 18."

Pete scratched his head. "There's only one solution… hit 17 and 19 at the same time, and maybe the elevator will stop in between."

Mo was confused. "Dude, that's not gonna work."

Pete shrugged. "Just wait and see."

The elevator doors opened. The two buddies stepped outside the elevators into a small room. A chicken was sitting at a desk, doing paperwork. He glanced up at the two humans.

"Glad to see you have arrived, Pete. I've been waiting for you…. BAWK!"

Chapter three is done. Reviews, anyone? This story's real plot will develop soon. Just wait and see what happens – it's going to be exciting!