Disclaimer: Same as before.

Note: The guys that are the same species as others (besides Mogu, the Bobblesaurs, and Fungur if I do include him eventually) are supposed to be the canon characters' recolourings in Super Bust-a-Move. For example, as you'll read in this fic, Winky is the yellow (and canon) recolouring of Pinky. Of course, these two gals are not totally identical besides their colour, and every other pair (or quartet for the case of Tom, Yam, Bom, and Sam) follows that. A good example of inequality is between Mr. At and Blackup (or Fungilo and Fungila).

Note 2: You're supposed to learn species correlations by now. For briefing, Mog and Moga are Mogs, Wolo is a Wule, Tom and Yam are Izzards, and Bobblun is a Bobblesaur. You'll eventually learn the rest (even for the two robots).


Chapter 3

I soon got signalled by Bobblun, and he led me to Pinky.

"That pink Neko? She's Pinky," Bobblun introduced. "She's not too good, but those rainbow bubbles can be a pain."

"Hi! Uh…what's your name?" Pinky greeted with a bubbly voice.

"Mogu," I replied.

"I'll start the game now," Bobblun pronounced as he spat his usual load of bubbles. I saw a bubble machine to my right do the same.

I chucked a bubble at my field as Bobblun screamed, "Start!" That bubble helped build a small structure that I eventually toppled. A few of those, and soon I piled a row of bubbles onto Pinky's board.

Soon, though, I saw some weird clear bubbles with rainbows in them.

"What am I supposed to do with those?" I muttered before I remember what Bobblun had said. I tried popping some bubbles near them, and one of the rainbow bubbles turned orange.

"Great!" I cried as I popped the new orange bubble.

As Bobblun had said, I soon beat Pinky after I got the hang of how to pop rainbow bubbles.

"Good for you!" Bobblun congratulated. "You can wait in the living room until I can get Winky. I've heard that dinner will be coming soon, though…"

I hoped dinner wouldn't come before my game with Winky as I walked to the living room. There, I recognized one of the league members that Mog and Moga talked about. I still remember my sisters' description of him: they said he looked like a black rocket, which I thought was absolutely ridiculous until I met him.

"Hold up, I know my siblings have talked about you. You're…Blackup?" I asked.

"Spot on," the black rocket-robot replied.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Fairly good," Blackup responded. "I lost against Pukadon, but I managed to win against Miss T and Reichu. And yours?"

"Busy," I replied. "I've played against four guys so far…"

"That'd be a regular day for me," Blackup commented.

"As far as I know, I'll probably end up playing double that today," I continued.

"Are you doing exhibition matches?" Blackup asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Thought so," Blackup replied. "You'll be busy for a couple days with that. Some of us members are pretty good, so watch out for that."

"Oh yes…" I suddenly remembered something. "I heard Catch mention someone called Katze. Who's he, and is he any good?"

"Well, of course he's good, he's excellent!" Blackup responded with an escalating voice. "He's the toughest guy to beat in the league. I've only beaten him twice so far. You could get tips from Pukadon, Bom and Sam, or Mr. At, though; they've beaten him at least five times each."

"I'll ask tips," I said as I left.

I soon searched for Bom and Sam. Since their names sounded similar to Tom and Yam, I guessed that they were Izzards like them. I was right.

I soon smacked into a yellow Izzard that was in the midst of a big argument with an Izzard that looked like his elder brother.

"You're Sam, right?" I interrupted their argument.

"Right," Sam, the smaller Izzard briefly stopped quarrelling and looked at me. "I can't get Bom to see my point here. We would have won if we did tower-building against him, right?"

"Tower-building will not help against Mr. At," Bom argued back. "He also does that, and I can't see why you'd do that against him. Fierce whittling is more like what we should've done, and I did try to do that, but you kept on telling me not to do that so I couldn't do it very well."

"Sorry for the interruption, but what are tower-building and fierce whittling?" I meekly asked.

"Fierce whittling's blasting small groups of bubbles quickly so they slowly pile up on your opponent's area," Sam explained. "Tower-building's making a huge group of bubbles, then firing that. Tower-building makes you do more big attacks, while fierce whittling makes you do more small ones."

"I better do tower-building," I remarked.

"Slow down, fellow Mog," Sam interrupted, and then continued his explanation. "Tower-building's a little (I mean a lot) slower to set up and execute, but fierce whittling's somewhat faster. If you want to play risky but pounding, then tower-building's for you. Otherwise, fierce whittling should be good. Then again, some guys aren't at the speed or skill to do these, so they do whittling, destroying, or even blundering. Whittling is like its fierce version, only slower. Destroying is getting rid of every bubble you see and not building stacks or groups of them. And blundering's…only for those who have the barest idea how to play this."

"Ah, I see. And tower-building's a good strategy against another tower-builder?"

"I should think so, if it wasn't for my sometimes nitwit older brother…"

"Hey!" Bom didn't like that insult to his opinions. "It's fierce whittling that's good. You'd rather block all the opponent's entry points, right?"

"Tower-building's excellent as long as you set yours off first," Sam protested. "Then your enemy gets pounded and can't play their game."

"Sheesh, you can't see my way," Bom muttered.

"We don't agree that often about this sort of stuff," Sam said to me.

"I guess I got the advice I needed from you," I said. "Bye!"

I left the two Izzards and tried to find Pukadon (Mog and Moga told me about him, so at least I knew). I eventually found him playing a game against some sort of alien. Nope, that species did not exist on Planera. Then again, nearly half the members were aliens, as far as I heard.

"Hey, Pukadon! Who's that guy you're playing against?" I shouted over the berth everyone gave the Bust-a-Move machines.

"Fungilo," Pukadon shouted back.

"Weird name," I was about to say, until I realized that Catch and Blackup were pretty strange names, too.

"What species?" I asked again.

"I heard he's a Fungiloid," Pukadon replied as he started to lose concentration on his game.

I noticed that and responded, "I'll ask more later," just as Bobblun signalled me again. Apparently, Winky was now available, and just when I was about to find Mr. At!

I followed Bobblun again, this time to a yellow Neko. I wasn't surprised about the species.

"Are you related to Pinky?" I asked the Neko I assumed to be Winky.

"I'm her younger sister," she replied in a higher version of Pinky's bubbly voice.

"We better start this. We have only two days to go through everyone," Bobblun said as he spat his bubbles. I saw an orange Bobblesaur do the same.

"Who's that orange Bobblesaur over there?" I asked.

"He's Rurun. That guy's my older brother," Bobblun answered. "At least he's here, too. He usually blows the red and yellow markers for big and small attacks."

Rurun soon howled, "Start!" and the game began. This time, it was even easier than against Pinky. I had no trouble defeating her, and I even practiced my tower-building. That resulted in a lot of rows for Winky to handle.

"At least you can beat some of us," Bobblun said when I won. Then he scurried off towards the dining room. Rurun and Winky did the same. I thought that was unusual, until I saw Mog signalling dinnertime from far away.

"Hey, it is dinnertime!" I remarked as I ran off for the dining room. I planned to get a seat next to Mr. At for some strategy conversation.