A/N: Okay, I suppose I don't have to say anything. We all know it's been WAY too long since I updated. There's a fine line between adding to the suspense and causing people to forget that your fic ever existed, and I passed it about two months ago, so please enjoy the final installment of my story. I apologize a thousand times over for it being so late and I hope you haven't completely forgotten the plot, and thanks again for coming back and reading it after I took such a big break. I wish I had a good excuse like I was in the hospital dying of cancer or I got a boyfriend or something, but I don't. I was just too lazy and never got off my butt and wrote it down. But anyway, please enjoy it, read it, and review it at the end. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: Defeating Orange and… Oh Crap Nothing Rhymes with Orange

Sprx-77's jaw dropped to the ground. A giant laser was pointed at him, and behind it stood Mandarin. But that wasn't the surprising part. Mandarin wasn't facing either him or the laser; he was turned in the opposite direction. But this still wasn't what surprised him. What really startled him was that a pair of chained arms hung over the hideous orange monkey's shoulders and connected to those arms was the yellow monkey, whose lips were in contact with Mandarin's head! At first Sprx-77 thought he was experiencing insanity driven by everything he'd been through in the past 24 hours, but when he finally came to grips with the situation, he couldn't move, or even think. Which is unfortunate, for at this point, action following thought would have been far preferable to was actually about to happen.

"Hey!" Sprx-77 yelled from the white bar he stood on, "I thought you said you'd sooner marry me!"

Mandarin's eyes flew open. In a flash of emotion he had been duped! Nova didn't care about him! She had caught him off guard to keep him from destroying her team. The anger and hatred returned to his heart, shattering his joy like a lead baseball smashing through a window. He grabbed Nova by the shoulders and roughly threw her to the ground. There she spit, coughed, and wiped her mouth in disgust at what she had just done. She jumped to her feet to attack, but soon lost any chance to do so. The instant she looked up, a red blur filled her vision. Sprx-77 was slammed down upon her.

Mandarin cackled as he saw both monkeys fall unconscious. "It's such a pity, Nova," he said to the immobile figure on the floor. "We could have been so perfect for each other." He turned around to face his death ray. "Now then, come here Gibson, Otto." With outstretched arms Mandarin once more utilized his mind powers to grab his brothers and pull them from the vents as they screamed and clawed at the white walls around them. Mandarin roughly slammed them together in the air and threw them down next to the red and yellow monkeys.

"Antauri," Mandarin cried mockingly, "stop resisting my power. Your philosophy will not save you now! And besides, I am stronger." He tried once more to telepathically reach for Antauri, but still felt himself being pushed back. He tried harder, straining those unexplainable muscles in order to destroy one who was once his best friend.

Inside the vent, Antauri struggled. His arms a ghostly blue, he strove his best to fend off his physical superior. It was true that mandarin could easily defeat him in combat on any normal day. He had proven that in combat practice many a time. But there were greater forces at work here. Nonetheless he felt himself slowly being pulled from his hiding place and into the bright light of the open room. He continued to oppose it, hoping that perhaps he could escape and somehow salvage this battle.

His face hit the light. It was over. He stopped resisting. He put all of his energy into calming his breath and steadying his voice into the sound it usually was. "Mandarin! Stop!" And amazingly, he stopped. Antauri's strong reasoning was heard even in those two words. "Mandarin, I don't want to lose you."

"Strange comment for you to make, Antauri, seeing as your life is on the line, and not mine."

"Mandarin, you can pretend that you've forgotten the prophecy, but I know you haven't."

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." Mandarin glared at the black monkey.

"Please, Mandarin. A monkey like you would never forget. Don't you think I've wondered about it? Stayed up late nights worrying that it might be me?"

"Shut UP, Antauri!"

Antauri's voice began to crescendo, "But when this started I TOLD myself that it COULDN'T be you! That this was just a phase and that I could talk you out of this! But it is obvious to me that judgment MUST be passed! PLEASE Mandarin! DON'T go through with this! If you stop now, maybe you can stop what is to come!"

"That's IT! It has been good knowing you Antauri, but the time has come to say GOODBYE!"

Antauri gasped as his body slammed against a nearby wall and a strong choke hold was applied. Mandarin neared him, staring angrily. "And be ready to witness the end of the Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce."

Antauri struggled to breathe. Could this really be the end? This couldn't. This was too abrupt. Somehow he knew that there was much more in store for the Hyperforce. There was more things that they had to accomplish, more people that they had to help, more enemies they had to defeat… There was something he had to remember…

Breathing became an impossibility, but like a waterfall words began to pour from the black monkey's mouth with strength and vigor that seemed almost unnatural.

"The Hyperforce will protect the city

Destroying evil, showing them no pity.

And Shuggazoom will not be harmed

For many years, the city unarmed.

"But because of evil origin

The Hyperforce won't always win.

For one shall feel he is too great

And turn on his team, that is his fate.

"And on this day there will be a great fight

"But the Hyperforce mustn't hasten to smite.

But separate the traitorous one

Further a distance than can be run.

"But once this action is complete

The force needs six to be elite.

A restful sleep must take the five

But still the team will be alive.

"For generations they will rest

The universe in peace at its best.

But when evil rises once more

The Hyperforce will end their snore.

"And he who once turned on his brothers

Will watch in despair to see the others

Turn their allegiance to one the betrayer will hate

And the Chosen One will lead instead – 'tis his fate."

As Antauri spoke a strange aura glowed bright green around him, the Power Primate coursing through his veins as the prophecy was recited. It seemed as though he might overpower his adversary, but Mandarin continued to hold him down, harnessing the strength that the Power Primate was giving him.

"Forget it you old fool!" Mandarin laughed a weak and tired laugh that sounded more like heavy breathing than a laugh. "I am stronger than you ever were! Even with the Power Primate at its full capacity, you STILL cannot defeat me!"

Sweat was dripping down the black monkey's head, but he managed a smile. "Maybe not alone…"

"You expecting the call of an angel?" Mandarin sneered.

"HI-YA!" Nova slammed into Mandarin's stomach head first, sending him flying into a wall. She wiped her bright yellow fists across each other in triumph. "Eh, close enough."

Mandarin fell to the floor and looked up just in time to see blue lasers coming towards him. He jumped to his feet, but in the process began to fall backwards, tipping off balance. "Face it Mandarin," Gibson taunted, "the numbers are not in your favor. And numbers don't lie."

Still scuttling backwards, Mandarin again fell, this time right across from Otto. "And b'sides! You can't get ride of us, we can't be shaken that easy. Yyyah!" Otto's saws flung out, aiming straight for the Orange monkey, who shot out of the way just in the nick of time.

"And when we're together and work as a team," yelled Sprx-77, "there's NO stopping us!" Sprx-77 pulled on the wall with his magnets and flung it on top of Mandarin's body. This time, the orange monkey's tired reflexes weren't fast enough. His body was trapped under the weight of the metallic wall.

The team walked over to the trapped and tired monkey, Nova and Sprx-77 carrying Antauri with an arm on their shoulders. He had fallen to the floor when Nova had slammed into Mandarin, but had escaped the ordeal with no long term damage, though he was a little shaken up.

Antauri looked down upon his enemy. "You know I'm not usually one to say 'I told you so,'" Antauri smiled, "but you will recall that I did tell you so."

Mandarin growled.

Antauri removed his arms from his red and yellow companions and bent down on one knee so his face was only a little above Mandarin's. "Mandarin, your time as leader is over." He made his arm glow blue and neared it to Mandarin's head until it was mere millimeters away.

Mandarin's head swerved. His thoughts twisted. His head ached. His memories swirled. His brain hurt. Antauri's powers toyed with his mind. It was over. But before his vision blackened his was able to swear one more oath.

"I'll be back, Antauri. So watch your back." Then he let himself go. His eyes rolled back in his head and then closed. Antauri removed his hand.

Also closing his eyes, Antauri let out a deep sigh. "It is over."

The entire team finally relaxed. Their shoulders untensed. Their breathing regulated. Their sweating stopped. Their thoughts returned to their normal pattern. For the first time in a long time, there was nothing to fear. Sprx-77 found himself thinking of a popular Shuggazoomian love song. Gibson began calculating the statistical probability and empirical probability of all five of them surviving the ordeal. Otto's thoughts drifted to all of the repairs that needed to be made to the Super Robot before it was fully operational again. Nova looked at Sprx-77 and wondered if he had actually taken that whole "marriage" thing seriously. And Antauri remembered any and all calming techniques that his order had ever taught him.

Silence is truly bliss.

Nova cautiously stepped closer to Mandarin's still body. "Is he dead?"

"No," Antauri answered, "simply in the first stage of stasis. It is not my place to end his life completely."

"Though he won't have much of a life in stasis," Sprx-77 added. He reactivated his magnets and removed the wall as Nova pulled the orange monkey out.

"Ew," she commented, "I really hope I don't look like this underneath all of this armor." Sprx-77 opened his mouth to comment but Nova gave him a murderous glare. "Say one word Sparks and you're dead."

The humor made the other three smile, and relieved some of awkwardness of the situation.

Antauri began issuing commands. "Gibson, call Space Station 22X. Tell them it's me, and that I need to call in a favor. Tell them to send "The Hoop" to Shuggazoom."

Gibson nodded and entered his lab to make the personal call.

Otto glanced towards Antauri with a puzzled look on his face. "What're you doing, Antauri?"

"Space Station 22X deals with the imprisonment of intergalactic threats. They're known for their escape proof prisons and "The Hoop" is the best of the best. I've actually had this one on call for a long time… for the time that one of us…" his voice drifted away, and in an uncharacteristic way the sentence remained unfinished.

"Antauri?" Nova placed a hand on his shoulder, "we heard that prophecy. I think that's what aroused the Power Primate inside of us to keep us alive. I can't imagine how you could ever think it was referring to you, but I sure am glad you remembered it."

Antauri smiled.

Gibson reentered the room. "I've called them. They're sending "The Hoop". They said that it's about time you used it. Fully equipped lasers, guards, suspension chambers, obedience collars, escape pods, defense systems? How in the world did we afford this? Anyway, they said they'd arrive in ten minutes. And they need something with his DNA on the ship to ensure that he's never secretly replaced."

"We could give 'em Nova. I'm sure her lips are carrying plenty of his DNA." Sprx-77 joked crassly.

Nova ignored the comment and knelt down next to Mandarin, removing one of his dusty orange gloves. "Here, we'll send his violent nature with him."

"Ten minutes?" Antauri reflected. "There's still much to do in the meantime." He knelt down and picked up his once best friend. He walked over to the sick bay and laid him down on the bed, removing Mandarin's other glove. He knew the perfect place for it.

The team gathered in a circle around the still unconscious monkey. Mandarin was ornamented with shoulder pads and breast plate. Lights were low and the team was solemn.

"Frankly, I don't understand it. He's not dead!" Gibson whispered. But Sprx-77 quickly elbowed him into silence.

Otto was the first to step forward and say something. "Well Mandarin, you taught me how to fix stuff. I always looked up to ya. I may not be the brightest bulb in the crayon box… or something like that… but you taught me everything I know. Thanks."

Otto stepped back into the circle and Sprx-77 stepped forward. "Mandarin, uh… you were a great guy. Well, once. It's too bad you went… well… bad, and stuff. I'll miss ya… kinda, I guess."

"Poetic," Gibson commented before taking his turn. "Well, despite the fact that you aren't lifeless I suppose I'm supposed to say my goodbye anyway, so I do so. I consider the events leading up to this occasion heavily negative, so my bias against you is something that I cannot let remain concealed. But understand that there was a time that I looked up to you, metaphorically that is, like an older brother. Such days have passed, but I admit that I will in fact miss the days that you helped me to create and correct chemical formulae and graph equations. I doubt anyone else on the team shall ever do these things the way that you did. So, thank you old comrade."

Nova looked at the unconscious figure then her multicolored friends before shuddering a little and opening her mouth, not bothering to step any closer to him. "Well Mandarin, you surprised me. I'll commend you for keeping your feelings for me hidden for so long. Or maybe you never really felt anything for me; you just wanted to use me. I'll never know, I suppose. On the plus side, you were a great leader. Between you and Master Offay, I've become the most skilled martial artist in Shuggazoom. You're a great mentor and I suppose a day will come that I'll miss you."

Nova made it clear that she was done, and then looked at Antauri. He cleared his throat and readied himself for his speech. "Mandarin, we were once the best of friends, and I despise the fact that this has happened. I don't truly know the cause or the reason, but I know that somewhere in there is a valuable leader: kind and loyal, just and wise. I would have done anything to get t hat side of you back Mandarin, and gave you countless opportunities to return to the correct side of the battle, but you refused. And for some reason, not even the dying calls of your best friends could bring you back to us. A day will not go by that I will not miss your friendship and companionship.

"I sense that our paths will cross again some day in the future, though I know not whether it will be a pleasant or a hostile meeting. So I look upon it with both happiness and dread. Goodbye my friend." Antauri took an auburn sheet and draped it over Mandarin, in closing. And once more silence reined supreme.

The distant sound of rockets broke the quiet. "They're here," said Nova, "let's carry him out."

The five monkeys walked without words into the Super Robot. The bittersweet victory gave no one cause to rejoice. They sat down in their round chairs staring first at the vacant orange sphere, then up at the black main screen, hoping for an incoming correspondence or some danger to call them to duty and get their minds off of what had just happened.

They sat like this for hours, everyone thinking but not speaking word. Otto fell asleep and the others could hear him snoring loudly from the large green orb. Each chuckled in his or her mind and quickly discovered that he or she, too, was sleepy. Nova was next to drop off and Sprx-77 followed quickly.

When Antauri noticed that the other three were asleep, he motioned to Gibson to follow him. They stood facing each other and whispered so as to not disturb the others.

"What's up Antauri?" Gibson whispered.

"Gibson do you remember what the next step is, don't you?"

"Beg pardon?"

"The prophecy. Now that it has been fulfilled, the next part of it must also come true."

"You mean the bit about eternal slumber and all that?"

Antauri nodded.

"Please, I never believed in that old prophecy hogwash in the first place. As a scientist, I have to believe that the idea that something written, supposedly by our creator (whomever that may be), and found on a computer screen when we were activated having the power to control our lives is sheer myth!"

The last word echoed throughout the empty robot, and Gibson turned around, hearing the others stir, though they did not rise. Gibson thought he almost heard the Super Robot itself stir in dissatisfaction or mourning. Gibson shook his head, of course this wasn't possible.

Antauri sighed. "Sometimes things are written for us, for our instruction and knowledge. Being scientific or not has nothing to do with it."

"Look, I don't feel like debating this with you right now. The rest of the team may be comfortable sleeping here, but I'm going up." Gibson stepped into his pod, expecting to be whisked up a level to the area where his comfortable sleeping module would be waiting for him. This however, did not happen. Gibson heard a click, and a door slid down in front of his face. "Hey!" Something wet hit his head. He looked up and saw a blue liquid trickly9ing down from the top of his tube. "What in Shuggazoom? Antauri! Help!" He banged on the glass.

Antauri, who had started to walk back towards the others, spun around and saw him standing knee-deep in water, or something else blue. "Gibson!" He ran over to the pipe and began clawing at it, his ghost claws glowing a bright blue. "Hold on Gibson!" The liquid was up to his neck. He tried to tread the water as best as he could.

The yelling awoke the other three monkeys who quickly ran over. "What's goin' on?" Asked Nova. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know, just help!" Antauri answered, still trying to break the glass.

"Wait," said Nova, "the metal's weaker than glass! I can break into Gibson's tube from mine!" She bolted for into her own tube.

"Wait, Nova!" Antauri bolted to try to stop her. "We don't know if -" but he tripped over Otto's foot on the way, and went stumbling towards his own, ricocheting off the side and stumbling in. Two more slams meant two more trapped primates.

Meanwhile Gibson had calmed down a bit, assuming the water would continue to raise him until he reached the next level of the robot, and then he could simply climb out. Perhaps this was a new hydraulic system to propel them from floor to floor when the air system was out. Of course, when his head hit another glass panel that didn't used to be there, the feeling of calm deserted him. As the blue liquid reached the top of his head, his gasp of air began to seem like less and less and less, and his body tried to inhale again. The mysterious liquid rushed into his lungs and for a terrifying moment he couldn't breathe. Though as consciousness left him he almost felt a returning peace along with a belief that everything would be alright.

"Nova! Antauri!" Otto called. He looked at Sprx-77 was simply staring at the spectacle before him, eyes open in morbid fear. "This isn't good."

Otto ran around the room. "We've gotta find something heavy!"

Antauri tried to calm himself down, again trying to remember any of the calming techniques of his masters, but this time he could remember none. It seemed ironic that they survive the whole tribulation with Mandarin, only to be drowned in t heir own Super Robot once it's over. As he stood in the dark purple, almost black liquid, he found himself wondering why this had triggered now. He had been up and down these cylinders several times since Mandarin had been captured, he had put Mandarin's old things inside a wall panel in his room, he had checked the Super Robot for traps and made sure that weapon systems were operational. What was making this happen now?

Nova watched Otto and Sprx-77 scramble for something to but the glass with, but she had a feeling that even if they found something it wouldn't break the glass. There was something odd about how this bright yellow water made her feel. Each drop that touched her metallic skin made it feel different, strong, powerful, reinforced, like it were being built up for a time when it would not be used. She liked the feeling, and sat down in the liquid, allowing herself to be submerged. It touched her head and gave her an astounding sense of tranquility. This was miracle water, and as she let herself float to the top, she wasn't worried. Everything word be okay. Call it women's intuition.

"Sparks! C'mon! Help me with this thing!" Otto ran in from a storage room with a huge metal beam. "Maybe this'll break that glass!"

Sprx-77 ran towards Otto and grabbed the back end of the beam. Charging full speed towards Antauri's tube, Sprx-77 almost felt defeated before contact had even been made. The metal and glass collided, but the glass didn't even chip. The beam began to vibrate and so did Sprx-77 and Otto. They quickly dropped the beam but the vibrations propelled Otto into his own green tube, which instantly closed.

Sprx-77 stood once more struck by a wave of terror and realization. He was alone with the threat of being trapped alone in a glass prison. This was beyond belief. He shook his head and darted in the opposite direction from the watery graves. Maybe now wasn't a bad time to go find another female robot monkey out there, he had always wanted to settle down in a nice rural area and have a few kids, now sounded like a darn good time. Though something completely unsuspected happened. The Super Robot began to tip, like it was being blown hard in the wind. Sprx-77's metallic feet began to sleep on the cold, white floor. He could help but slip backwards towards his white, hollow pipe and into it. His fate was sealed with a bang. But his red water brought him no peace or calm or belief that everything would work out. The entire time the tube was filled up he was screaming inside and full of morbid fear. This was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced.

And so the team slept. None dead, but all suspended in the water perfect to fit their needs and allow them to be suspended and out of commission for a very long time.

Time passed. The people of Shuggazoom city wondered why they never saw their heroes anymore. It seemed as though they never came out to say hello. Though rumors passed about the reason the Super Robot had gone wild. Some spread the rumor that one of the monkey team had deserted the others and tried to take over the city, but others hushed them and told them such a thing could never happen. But still stories circulated stories of the mighty and brave Nova, the talented and crafty Otto, the intelligent and noble Gibson, the comedic and well-meaning Sprx-77, the wise and caring Antauri, and the powerful and experienced Mandarin.

But soon, the city began to move on without their precious monkey team. New technological advances were made, propelling Shuggazoom into the future of electronics and fuel efficiency, space exploration, among other things. The area of the city that was once the largest hub of activity became the outskirts as new businesses moved in and occupied the once more vacant areas. Soon the Super Robot was surrounded by shrubbery, left alone in a developing wild land of forest and flower.

But the Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce was never forgotten. Tales that were once told by wives over lunch became bedtime stories to young children. These children grew up assuming that these stories were just stories and passed them on to their own children, who also remembered them. But soon stories became fairy tales, fairy tales became legend, legend became myth, and few believed myth. Generation beyond generation the stories were told, in fragmented parts, and many were made up and the characters were depicted in the ways that the story tellers wanted them. The true nature of the monkey team was lost to the ages. And like Greek Gods, it was common knowledge that they had never existed.

And yet the city prospered, facing not a trace of evil in even the shadiest areas of the city. The people worked together to solve problems and feelings of greed or hatred never caused anyone to take any action beyond making faces behind someone else's back. The city was prosperous and peaceful, as was the rest of the universe.

But in this time, evil grew. An evil called the Skeleton King. He knew of Mandarin's failure, but it didn't deter him from his goal. One day his stupid creation would do his bidding, but not now. For generations he worked to create an amazing substance that would reform when it was destroyed with almost a mind of its own. He had to put all of himself into it, his own bone and marrow to create it. It was almost a part of him. But his greater creation still was the black ooze that he had still not perfected. A chemical change of bone marrow, it was designed to form into any shape and remain its durability.

One day, he got it right. He created a formless monster with the ability to reform, grow, shape, and best of all, destroy. He looked out at the stars, and knew that precious Shuggazoom city was waiting, and harnessed inside of it was an evil more great than any could imagine. Now that he had his recipe it would take him little time to find some allies and create his army. Then it would be easy to take the planet and unleash the dark one that waited harnessed inside of it. It would be a glorious day when he let it free and evil would once more reign, and he the King of it! The Skeleton King.

But also on this fateful day, a child was born. A child of black hair, blue eyes, and more potential than he would realize for another thirteen years.

Chiro ran. He ran from the taunting of his peers, from the teasing of his elders, from the stares of those he didn't know. He was sick of it. He just wanted to be alone. He didn't care if anyone yelled or tried to make him stay, he was leaving. A few minutes of running found him in a dark wood outside of Shuggazoom. Any adult he had ever met in Shuggazoom had told him to stay out of those woods. No one ever went there. He heard a story once that Kyle Chambers went in once, and he never came out. Maybe wolves got him… maybe monkeys!

He kept walking. The woods were starting to really creep him out, but just as he was thinking of turning around and going home, BANG his face hit something metal.

Chiro took a step back and shook his head. That kind of hurt. What did he run into? He grabbed at the vines in front of him and pulled them aside. He probably spent twenty minutes clearing vines and leaves from away from the large metal thing and found what looked like a big metal rectangular box. He walked around it, wondering what it was and how it had gotten there.

Chiro heard a clanging like large gears above his head were moving. He looked up, but all he saw was more trees and vines. He spun around, hearing more clanging noises. A door on the front of the box was opening. And the inside lit up. Now this was spooky. Again, he thought about turning around and going home. Then he realized he had no home, just a bunch of people who wanted to make fun of him. With affirmation he walked right into the metal box. Though as soon as he did he lost his "turn around and go home" option. The door closed. Now there was only one way to go: forward. He saw a pipe at the end of the little box. The pipe lit up and he walked towards it. After all there was nothing else to do. Maybe there was a treasure in here, or maybe a colony of Amazon women who were living in the woods for years and didn't --- nah, that's crazy.

WHAM! Chiro was on his knees; he had stepped into the pipe and was now zooming upwards. That was something he wasn't expecting. But he allowed himself to be taken upwards, waiting for the end of the ride and whatever mysteries awaited him at the top. The platform beneath him stopped, and he stepped out into the dark room. It was a huge place; a faint green light showed some odd tubes on one side of the room, and a huge control panel on the other. The green light came from the control panel, so he walked over to it. One large switch was in the center of the panel and it seemed like that was what was glowing.

Chiro shrugged. "What's to lose?" He walked slowly over and grabbed the switch and pulled it directly towards him, but soon wished he hadn't. The room lit up brightly with the green light. He tried to let go of the switch but couldn't. He heard and saw things happening around him but couldn't take the time to notice.

He had stuck a fork in an electrical socket when he was a kid. It hurt. This felt kind of like that, except much, much worse. That had taken its toll through his body, but this green thing felt like it was ripping through his soul, his spirit, his mind in addition to his body. It pulsed through his hair and his face burned immensely. Even his clothes began to change.

Meanwhile the room had erupted into havoc. The lights had turned on to almost a blinding level compared to the darkness that had been there for generations, the front screen turned on and buttons on the control panel began flashing in different colors. Worse still, there was water all over the floor, different colored water. The tubes in the back had opened up and the contents were spilling all over the floor, and out of them, too came five robotic monkeys who had been asleep for longer than any of them had realized.

The pain was more than Chiro could take, and he quickly found himself unconscious.

Gibson rubbed his eyes. They were bugging out like they had never done before. He squeezed them shut and rubbed them, trying to get all of the blue liquid out. Then he coughed, removing any of it that remained from his lungs. Finally, he found himself able to speak. "Is everyone else all right?"

The only responses he got were a few moans which might be translated as "I guess" and "whatever".

Antauri was the first to notice the mess on the floor. "Otto, can you open the drains?"

Staggering to stand, Otto hobbled his way over to a wall panel and pushed a button. The water began to disappear through holes in the floor.

"Hey!" Nova pointed toward the front of the room, "What's that?"

A mysterious white and black lump lay near the control panel, wet, soggy, and unmoving. The team ran towards it, and investigated.

Sprx-77 looked at it closely. "Holy Shuggazoom! It's a kid!" He flipped the kid over so he was facing up.

"Is it dead?" Otto inquired.

Gibson lowered his head next to the boy's chest. "No, he's still breathing."

Nova reached out her delicate metal hand and touched the boy's cheek. "And he's still warm."

Out of the blue, the boy's eyes flew open, grabbing Nova's hand and speaking nonsense. "What'sgoingonIhavenoideawhereIamandtherewasthislightandthenthisthingandithurtandmyfacehurtandmyclotheschangedandthewateronthefloorandthemonkeynoiseinmyearsandihaveNOIDEAWHAT'SGOINGON!" Then he stopped talking.

"The Chosen One," Antauri spoke aloud.

"You really think so? I thought he'd be a Robot Monkey. " Otto asked.

"How will this work?" inquired Gibson. "Does he even have any special abilities?"

Antauri nodded. "There is much to teach him."

Sprx-77 tilted his head to one side, "He's… younger than I thought he'd be. This guy's just a kid."

Chiro gazed in wide-eyed wonder as the monkeys babbled in their monkey language. Though somehow, he knew they were talking about him. The red one said something about his age… how did he know this?

"I don't know, Sparks, it seems to me having a kid human on the team is better than gaining an adult as a member, I mean, an adult human might try to take charge and think that they're better than us, as monkeys I mean."

Chiro jumped to his feet, "How, how, how, how, how did I understand what you just said?"

"That's how I know." Antauri closed his eyes and smiled.

Sprx-77 tried to calm Chiro down. "Hey, take a chill pill, kid."

Chiro felt himself gain a little bit of confidence around this red one. "My, my name's not 'kid' it's Chiro."

"Greetings Chiro," said Antauri.

Nova extended her hand, "We're the Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce."

A huge smile jumped onto Otto's face and he jumped up into the air and yelled, "Go!"

And the rest, as they say is history.

The End… or Actually, the Beginning

A/N: THERE! I FINALLY FINISHED IT FOR YOU! It took up 13 flippin' pages of words and it's 3:00 in the morning, but I FINISHED! (Yeah, it's 3:00 in the morning, so if you think the end is crappy, that's why.) But I think it turned out really well.

May I apologize several bajillion times for making you wait this long to wrap it up, but I made it extra long and extra conclusionful for you. I hope you've read plenty of theory and explanation out of me for a while.

What I need to know is, was it worth the wait. Or put more succinctly, should I write another fic, knowing that there's probably going to be large pauses between chapters? Would you guys read another one? Just let me know in your review, because I do kind of have an idea for a next fic.

But what did you think of this fic? Anything you think could be improved? What was your favorite part? What part did you hate? What do I need to get rid of? What do I need to work on? I take all input, and though I haven't gotten any flames, I guess I'll take them, though I have no idea why anyone would flame, but whatever. So PLEASE review and let me know what you think. Thank you so much guys for taking the time out to read and especially to review. This writing wouldn't be fun without those of you who review. Thanks again! Don't forget to review!

-RobotMonkeys4Ever, One of the Great Mysteries of the Universe