Cluny paced impatiently in front of his tent. The sun had not set quite yet. Inside the tent the radio blared out its music (this time it was "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous.") Cluny had been playing around with it and accidentally turned it on. He could not figure out how to turn it off again. And he also could not understand why anyone would want to rob a rich person (besides himself).

An army of woodlanders peered through the bushes around the rat camp. Jess went to each creature, making sure they were prepared to fight."

Matthias boarded the plane with Don Juan.

"Matthias!" Cornflower called. He turned around. "Please, be careful. I know you can defeat Cluny."

He jumped down and gave her a kiss. "I will," he promised. "I love you."

Matthias climbed back into the plane. He gazed at Cornflower as the plane took off.

(Awwwwwwww, isn't that cute? I needed to let my non-Redwall readers know that Matthias and Cornflower were married somehow. Besides, I need to put at least ONE mushy part in this story.)

Some of the rats began to dance to the radio (which was now playing "Sk8er Boi.") Cluny was desperately trying to turn the machine off when he heard the familiar drone of the engine overhead.

Rats dove out of the way as Don Juan's 'querida' ripped tents to pieces.

"No!" Don Juan yelled. "These very huge rats will never be learning, Matthiasmouse." The seasoned warrior hung on for his life as the plane jolted to the ground.

Cluny tossed the radio aside as he scrambled away from the plane. He tripped on his own tail and fell on his face. He clamped his eyes shut as the wheel of the plane rolled towards him. Suddenly the plane stopped, inches from his face. Cluny gave a sigh of relief.

"REDWALL!" Jess and her defenders jumped up from the bushes, weapons aimed at the poorly prepared rats. "Surrender now, and we will let you live," the squirrel announced.

Don Juan jumped out of the plane, accidentally stepping on Cluny's tail.

"'He was a sk8er boi, she said see ya later boi…'" Don Juan dug the radio out of a torn tent. "Very Clooney, I am believing I am liking her better than Senorita Spears. How 'bout you?" He switched the radio off.

Matthias stumbled out of the plane. He dizzily held his sword-point to the villainous rat's throat. "You've lost, scum," he whispered.

"Now, where is my hamsters being?" Don Juan mumbled to himself as he dug through the remnants of Cluny's tent.

Cluny was not going to give up without a fight. Seeing that Matthias was still unsteady from the flight, he tripped the warrior with his tail. The sword flew several feet away. The rat jumped up and grabbed it. "Wait, squirrel!" he yelled. "Let my army go, or else I kill the mouse!"

Jess hesitated. She knew that Cluny would probably still kill Matthias, even if she let the army go. But she could not let him murder her friend. "What shall we do?" she whispered to Basil.

Don Juan yelled triumphantly, "Wee! I find them!" He eagerly grabbed his golden figures, to accidentally lose his grip on them as he went to hold them up.

"NO!" Cluny shrieked. Too late. The gold statues smacked him in the head. He collapsed, unconscious, to the ground.