Disclaimer: Bandtopia is all I own to be honest (sadly, even that is only half-ownership)...however, I don't own Spike's quote at the bottom of the page? Who owns it? I don't know. I got it from a girl and all I remember about her is she lived in America. Oh sure, with enough effort I could have found out who created it, but I'm not going through that.

"Why does Princess Miles know where the band cave is?" Bressa asked urgently, reaching for her Bari Boom. "W-what if he's a double agent for Sectionleadertopia?" there was more than a little hope in her voice.

"No!" I said sternly, "You can't blow up the princess. It's..." I searched for a reasonable excuse. "Against the Bari Bylaws."

Bressa sighed and resigned to her fate to abide by her Bari related code of conduct. Princess Miles and our helper entered the cave. The helper was the Bunker Blonde! In shock, I decided the best way to deal with this was to roll with the punches.

"I'm Stormy and this is my sidekick, Bressa." I shouted over the fanfare the princess was playing.

She nodded slowly, "I am...TGB!" she said with a dramatic hand gesture. It was odd that she didn't need to shout. Unlike most meek flutes her voice was loud and brash.

"Um...that's nice. What does TGB stand for?" I asked as politely as I could while shouting for the Princess had just decided that the coda had to be played fortissimo.

For a moment she just stared coldly at me and then pounded her fist to her chest. I jumped with surprise and then raised an eyebrow. We're all going to die, I thought suddenly, my optimism apparently taking a paid vacation. Well technically it could be a regular vacation, but paid vacation makes it sound more like I'm getting ripped off and that's how it felt. But that's besides the point. With serious misgivings towards Mobes, I looked towards the rocky ceiling. Come on Sweet, I pleaded my musical trombone God, Give me something to work with here. So I wont have to put my head through a wall. Princess Miles finished playing his fanfare, plunging us into blissful silence. Very funny Sweet, I thought, anything to keep us from dying? Nothing happened. Great.

"Princess," I nodded in his direction and bowed, "thank you for assisting...TGB to the band cave. We will be requiring no further assistance at the time."

"Actually Stormy, I thought I may be assisting you with this mission. I think that you and Breedy could use some help."

"It's Bressa," my Bari irritated sidekick snapped.

"Princess," I said as diplomatically as possible, "I don't think Mobley will be okay with that."

"I know but I can't let that stop me! It is too important. I swear by my life that the government of the band geeks, by the band geeks, for the band geeks shall not perish from this Earth." Miles stated in all his skirt clad glory.

Truthfully, this ticked me off a little bit. I'd invited him into MY home...well, cave but you get the point and he was making Bandriotic speeches! That was my job, I was the hero, I made the speeches around here. So I must admit, even though I'm supposed to be the mature super hero, I couldn't help but laugh at what happened next. Just as the princess finished his speech TGB raised her flute to her lips and did a trill in an octave only a flute is capable of. Princess Miles' not-so-frilly dress went up in flames. All three of us laughed as he ran around the room as if...(forgive me)...as if his skirt was on fire. Eventually my responsibility overcame my laughter and I shouted, "Stop, drop, and roll!"

Bressa was practically bouncing up and down, "See! See what happens when you try to be the super hero sidekick? Am I on fire? No, I'm not on fire. I am fire free! In fact I am practically unflammable! I'm–"

I sighed and reached for the Sousaphone of Silence, however before I reached it TGB smack the back of her head. Oddly enough it worked...almost as well as the Sousaphone of Silence would have! Okay...maybe this would work.

TGB sighed, "Okay, did you get that out of your system?" Bressa nodded, giving her a slightly bitter look, "You and your Bari Boom are pretty famous, I mean you blew up the building, right?" Bressa blushed and nodded, "Why didn't you just blow him up?"

Bressa tore her eyes away from the sight of Princess Miles struggling to control the flames, "It's in the Bari Bylaws, I can't blow up the princess."

"The...Bari Bylaws?" TGB raised her eyebrow and then looked at me suspiciously. She was way too smart for a flute, she was going to be trouble. I smiled at her innocently, "What is it you're supposed to stand for again? TRUTH, justice, and the Bandmerican way?"

Luckily Bressa was far too distracted by her joyful fire show that she didn't realize I had made a little f.i.b. earlier. Miles had finally been able to stop the flames, which was good because as funny as his skirt being on fire was, I didn't want my cave to be burnt down. "The point is TGB, we don't set people on fire around here."

"You don't," She pointed out, "I'm completely freelance."

Suddenly she raised her hands to her head and did a crazy little hand motion, I raised my eyebrow questioningly. "I'm getting a...vision."

"Oh you get visions too? Great." She ignored me.

"You...will...have great shoe strife!" she banged her fist against the table to make her point...whatever that was.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked impatiently. Bressa was looking mournfully over at the flute, as though she wished TGB would set him on fire again. "That was a once in a lifetime deal." I warned her.

TGB shrugged, "I call 'em as I see 'em. You will have strife. With shoes." At this point I decided that it was better to let the 'visions' go for now.

"So..." TGB said, sitting Indian style on a nearby rock instead of one of the chairs. We'd tried rock furniture in the past...but that's another flashback. "I'm taking a wild guess here but...you with the colors," she gestured to me, "And you with the underwear on the outside," She gestured over to Bressa, "Has to do with you two being super heros right?"

"Yeah," I said, "It helps keep the morale up. Although in my opinion the whole underwear thing is a little extreme."

TGB nodded slowly, "I don't do band costumes."

"You have to!" Bressa insisted, "It's in the Big Book of Rules."

"Bressa...have you ever seen this Big Book of Rules?" TGB asked, sliding off her rock and walking over to us.

"Well, no. Only Stormy can see the rule book. It's in the rules." Bressa explained.

"I don't do band costumes!" TGB snapped sharply, clutching her Flute of Fire. Deciding that getting set on fir might hurt, I decided to come up with another little f.i.b.

"Only two people have to wear super hero costumes. Other wise it gets way too confusing." I explained to Bressa. Wow I should have been a drummer, what with the ease I made up laws.

"Anyways." TGB continued, "I sort of get why you guys are wearing costumes but...what's with the dress?"

"Well...he's the princess." I explained simply, "It's his duty to wear the dress."

"How can he be the princess? He's a guy!"

"Shh!" I hissed, "No one knows that!"

Princess Miles stood up in his newly blackened and still-not-so-frilly dress, "You can not begin to understand the burden that I bear! If I was not to don the royal dress chaos would ensue! The order of Bandtopia would be overthrown. The ritual of wearing the royal dress is a sacred one that will prepare me for being queen one day. Besides...as it turns out marching in a dress is a lot easier then marching in pants."

TGB raised her eyebrow up high and blew into her flute again. However, this time he dodged out of the way of the flame and it hit one of the control chairs setting it ablaze.

"Great! Would you happen to have a flute of water?"

"No, I rarely need to put my fires back out again."

I looked disdainfully at my burning chair, "What am I supposed to do now?"

The princess cleared his throat and I cringed. Then I sighed with defeat, "Miles, will you please put out the fire?"

"Well, Stormy, I suppose I could do that since you so obviously need my help. However, everything comes with a price. Obviously I can't go and save the world in this dress so we are going to have to buy me a new one. Would that be at all possible?" he asked politely.

"Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "There is a store called Clarinets and Clothing in a town nearby that we will be riding through."

"Great." He blew into his Bari Sax and the fire went out. Although he didn't hesitate to get things BESIDES the chair wet. Oh, yeah. Long doesn't even describe this trip.

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