Dr. Casey Matthew was viewing the samples she had taken from Urtzi. He was asleep on Roger's bed. It had taken a toll on him the past few days. He wanted to help but Roger and Casey urged him to take a rest and that he was needed here to find out what exactly attacked him.

"Did you find anything else?" Roger came in with new samples.

Casey moved away from the microscope. "Nothing like the last creature that escaped with the hikers." She looked over to her notepad. "With all the information gathered so far, it's nocturnal, that we know of, carnivore, possible omnivore, large enough to cover a man, the scratches seem to have four or five digits, and its fast. Hm."

"Did the other scientist say anything?" Roger started to place out the samples.

"No," Casey let out a sigh. "She is on vacation according to Burt."

"Vacation?" Roger paused. Casey nodded. "Wow. How did she get so lucky?"

"She's in a dangerous facility, I think she should get a million dollars or more for all the work she is doing," Casey check out the other test results. "It's similar to a rodent or of a rodent kind at least."

"That's good to know, but a size that can take out a human," Roger glanced at the sleeping Urtzi. "Was someone a fan of The Princess Bride and have created Rodents of Unusual Size?" He chuckled.

"Who knows?" Casey looked through the other results. "But if that's the case then we need Wes and Rose." She just started to laugh.

"You can't keep it in. What are you thinking?" Roger glanced over to her.

"Westley and Buttercup," Casey smiled at him. "Wes and Rose."

Roger chuckled as he understood. "And we have the ROUSes. Wait, wait, you now have to name off the rest of the town as the characters."

"No," Casey refuted but she did actually want to and she gave in. "Alright. This stays between us. Tyler is Inigo Montoya."

"Agreed." Roger chuckled. This was fun. "But I can see Burt as him too."

"Yeah, I can see that as well," Casey nodded. "The Albino is obviously is El Blanco."

"Oh, come on!" Roger kept his voice low. "That was too easy. Larry is obviously the Clergyman."

"Oh yeah," Casey chuckled. "Nancy, Rosalita, and Jodi, maybe some parts of Miracle Max, Valerie, and the ancient booer."

"I could see some of it but not the ancient booer," Roger disagreed.

"She spoke the truth and all three would speak the truth," Casey refuted. "How about Humperdinck?"

"Easy, that's Melvin," Roger placed the samples away. "You saw how he was eyeing Rose. He's obsessed and his schemes for the town. Seems like a perfect fit. Also, I thought we would be Miracle Max and Valerie."

"That could also be Wes and Rose," Casey interjected.

"Nah, those two fit the fated lovers," Roger waved his hand at her. "Which do you think something is going on between them?"

"Not our business," Casey wrote down some more notes. "I do wish I could reach her though and get her opinion on this. Burt said there wasn't anything unusual from their side."

Casey informed Burt all the information she had and asked if there was any thing on his side. Still there weren't any new clues.

Wes had a large cage in the back of his truck that only fit with the tailgate down. He brought the net launchers and some dart guns. Burt found a sheep pelt and gave it to Tyler.

That night the three got in position to catch this creature. Wes was on one side. Burt was on the other. The two had night vision goggles on. Tyler was on all fours with the pelt over him. He had chainmail in between but he still felt that they should not have gone with this idea. Burt had a tape recorder going of a sheep bleating near him.

While the three were waiting, a notification was sent to Rose's watch. She wanted to check on her computer what the notification detailed. She knew it was about what was happening in Perfection.

"Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning! Oh, come back here," a voice called over to her. "This is our song! Our Independence Day!"

"This is not time for gadgets, this is Gorgon time!" Another voice demanded.

Rose looked over to the two of them. "I may have to cut our time short." She grimaced. There was not a phone call yet but needed to prepare for quick departure if needed.

The two ladies stopped singing. "Wait. Does this have to do with your work?" Rose nodded. "Let us go with you. We won't get in the way."

"It's too dangerous," Rose shook her head. "Besides it just said that there was some activity that suggested a disturbance in the area that may need my assistance. Nothing so concerning that I am needed back."

The two glanced at one another thinking the same thing before going back to her. "IF there is, you take us with you."

"That's not possible," Rose came back to them and placed her arms around both of them. "Remember this is our time to celebrate how we took back the night and then some!"

One gal placed shots in each of their hands. "Exactly! One snake." She started off the drinking chant.

"Two snakes."

"Three snakes."

They all joined together. "More! You call us a whore, but you're the eyesore! I slither, I shake, and I will fight back with female rage!" The glasses clinked together before the three took in one swing. They cheered and yelled after swallowing. The three continued enjoying their night of celebrating their independence.

Meanwhile, Tyler was on all fours with the wool draped over him. He had some chainmail between him and the wool. A rubber mat was under him so that his knees and palms didn't hurt over time. Near him was sheep blood and a radio that emitted sheep sounds. Burt was on one side of him while Wes was on the other. The two were far enough away to get a clean shot. The three waited into the night trying to fish for their prey.

Burt checked in with the other two every two hours to see if they had noticed anything yet. No movement, no sound. Their prey hadn't showed yet. Tyler's restless moving made it look like it was a live sheep. He rested on his elbows and stretched his legs every now and then. After a few more check-ins from Burt, no movement, no sound, the three called it a night. They gathered the objects, placed it in the truck, and discussed about the next plan of action.

The three decided to meet up again when they rested. Burt would update Casey, Roger, and Urtzi about their first failed attempt. Burt knew that a predator like this must have had its fill for now and will come back again the next night. He would come back in the daytime with Wes, Roger, and Tyler to get any clues from the surrounding areas. Burt stayed in Urtzi's camp to protect the sheep this time. Wes drove Tyler back in town.

"Damn creature, I was in that pose almost all night and nothing showed up," Tyler moved his seat back.

"Maybe it had its fill for now," Wes guessed. "Two sheep and it could have been eating other animals in the brush."

"That sounds plausible, but I was hoping that it would come now so we won't have to worry about it anymore," Tyler closed his eyes. "You think we could catch this before our mad scientist comes back or notices anything?"

"I hope we do," Wes didn't want it to come to him calling her back. Sheep were killed and a man was attacked but not killed and everyone was hands on deck. They could do this without her. He heard they captured Mixmaster creatures without Burt. It would be the same. "I know she said to call but I prefer not to do that."

"You keep wanting to not call her in at all," Tyler picked up on. "She's on vacation. Someone who deals with those things daily, I could understand needing a break, but she left you here. Don't you need one as well?"

"Contract didn't state that," Wes pulled back into town. "Contract didn't state that she had vacation days. That information was above my pay grade."

"Ouch," Tyler grimaced. "But you said she wasn't very far. Partying up in Las Vegas. I wonder what places she would hit up. You think she's dancing on the bar top at Coyote Ugly or sipping a drink at the Cosmopolitan? Could have a wild side. Or she could go to attend a concert of a famous artist who has their residency there. Nah, one of those shows maybe. Cultured, refined type."

Wes parked in front of Tyler's place. He looked over to him as Tyler hasn't moved. "Have you not gotten any? Is this why you are trying to fantasize about Dr. Frankenstein?"

"Woah, woah, woah," Tyler sat up, opening his eyes. He waved his hands at Wes. "I don't want to step on any toes. That's not what's happening here."

Wes gave him a look of disappointment. "She's gorgeous, we all know that. I am saying since you are a single man like me, but you've been here way longer than I have. I haven't heard if you have a girlfriend or visit an ex or a friend with benefits."

"Gorgeous? I think she's pretty cute, yeah a but stunning," Tyler agreed. "You think she's gorgeous. Who's having the fantasy, again? And I can take care of myself. At least I'm not sharing a facility-a bed with her."

"Oh, is that because you would have already made a move on her?" Wes cocked his head and raised his eye brows.

Tyler looked away before meeting his eyes. "Alight, yeah probably. Not just once, either."

Wes let out a chuckle then a groan and rested his forehead on the steering wheel with his arms crossed around it. He leaned back in his seat. "Does anyone think we just have a professional relationship at all?"

"Your dad might, Nancy, Casey, Roger, and maybe even Larry," Tyler chuckled. "Oh, maybe even Melvin."

"We finally became friendlier towards each other, that's all," Wes turned his head.

"Building that trust first, okay, okay," Tyler teased him. Wes placed his hand on his forehead. "I'm kidding. Hey, if you need someone to talk to like this, I'm here. I may not fully understand the situation you're in but I can understand having a strict parent."

"You had a paranoid, monster hunter as your dad?" Wes joked.

Tyler laughed with him. "No, but I was a military brat so I did have a strict parent. You didn't grow up with yours but since you're in the military, I get it. I see it too. Plus, who else am I going to speak with about my life to? Harlow? He's never really in town. Burt. It's sort of there. Definitely not any of the ladies on this deep level. Sometimes Roger. Don't even mention Larry."

"Ah, yeah I see it, Melvin," Wes burned him back.

"Good one, but seriously," Tyler looked him in the eye to let him know how serious he felt.

"I understand. It's nice," Wes agreed. "Gets stuff off my chest."

"Well, I would love to stay and chat more but I was on all fours and it was not a good time," Tyler opened the door. "Have a good night."

"Thanks, you too!" Wes waved at him. He drove off once he saw Tyler was inside.

The next day, Wes, Tyler, and Burt were back in the same area where the attacks happened. They split up and tried to find clues. Roger, Casey, and Urtzi were on their way to the site to help out. Some of the clues they found were claw marks on some of the trees and a few strands of hair. Roger and Casey took pictures and samples. They also took samples from the sheep that was healing from the attack.

They grouped back up together. Urtzi was petting all three of his dogs and speaking in his native tongue to them.

"Any other clues to help identify what could be causing these attacks?" Burt looked between Roger and Casey.

"We know it is a rodent type of animal or mixed with one at least," Casey started. "The strands of hair and pictures of the markings will help determine with determining what rodent it could be."

"Rodent?" Wes thought out loud. Her turned to view the trees again. "When did these things start happening again?"

"A few days ago," Casey was trying to see where he was looking.

"Maybe something did escape," Wes muttered.

Burt's ears picked up on the word escape. "Repeat that again?" He hoped not. After the fiasco his son was life flighted and finding Rose dehydrated roaming the desert, these things were dangerous. If it slipped out right from under him, he was wanting to bomb the whole lab right now.

"A bigger opening was made to haul out cages with the help of a three-ton crane," Wes scanned the tops of the trees. "This time it was just me and the driver to haul out the creatures that were caught in the cages. It could have snuck out when during that time. Usually Dr. Frankenstein and I work as a team getting the cages transferred so either of us would be able to notice something different. What rodent can be like Spiderman?"

"Spiderman?" Tyler piped up. "Rodent that's like Spiderman?"

"It would have to crawl out," Wes turned to view the trees behind them. "I didn't hear flap of wings."

"You're right," Casey joined in. She started to look at the trees as well. "A rodent type that can crawl. The opening is in the center or ways out from the walls."

"Yeah," Wes nodded.

"Maybe mice or rats, they can crawl upside depending on the texture of the surface," Casey looked back to bag of hair then through the digital camera. "These scratches could be from mice and rats but the claw marks are different, then again it is Mixmaster."

"A rodent of unusual size did this?" Burt crossed is arm to place a hand on his chin. "We will setup and try again tonight. Maybe try a different type of bait."

"Thank you!" Tyler raised his hands up, praising the sky. The group stared at him as he waved them off.

Casey and Roger went back to get figure out the DNA from the hair. Urtzi stayed with his flock with Tyler as added protection. Burt and Wes were placing bait a hundred feet away from the flock.

"Peanut butter?" Burt looked at Wes's bait.

"Yeah," Wes didn't understand the disappointment in Burt's voice. He tilted his head to the side. "You've never caught rodents with peanut butter before?"

Burt wondered how Heather raised him. "This is Mixmaster not Templeton. A rat's diet includes chickpeas, lentils, lean meat, mealworms, eggs, beans, and peas."

"Peanut butter and dog food or cat food, works just as well," Wes got up.

"Pet food?" Burt leaned in. "That's peanut butter and pet food?"

Wes crossed his harms. "I don't know why you are arguing with me. We are both master hunters, we should be working together."

"Sometimes I wonder if Heather was raising you right," Burt sighed with disappointment.

"Oh? Really?" Wes took a step towards him. "You want to discuss about parenting, here and now?"

Burt was for a loss of words. He didn't mean to step on that land mine. He now needed to get off it carefully and safely or else he could lose a limb or two. He let out a breath he was holding. "It's just your way of doing things reminded me of her and her way was just another way of doing things." Wes smirked. "Let's just finish up quickly and get into position."

The two finished setting their bait. They were on either side again. The net throwing guns were ready to shoot at any time. It was late into the night when the creature came across the bait. Both of them had their guns aimed and ready. The creature was sniffing each morsel before tasting it to see if it was edible. Like father, like son, the two pulled the trigger at the same time. The creature heard a noise just when they pulled the trigger. It spreads its limbs and lifted off into the air from a jump. The two nets hit into one another, allowing for the creature to make its escape.

Burt and Wes looked around in the area trying to find it. The creature was gone again. Burt informed Tyler about the situation. Tyler did not see anything on his side. The sheep were still fine. Wes went to see what bait the creature preferred. Burt headed over to reassemble the net back into place.

"It looks like it enjoyed all of our bait," Wes let out a sigh.

"You shot at the same time, I did," Burt was untangling the nets. "You couldn't have waited."

Wes rolled his eyes. "You couldn't have waited? There was no signal. You said shoot when you see it. I saw so I took the opportunity."

"I saw it and took the opportunity," Burt threw the nets back down. "You should have shot after me. We could have had the damned thing!"

"Oh no, don't get angry at me!" Wes turned to him. "You only said shoot to catch it. There was no signal. We didn't agree who gets to shoot first. We just shot when the opportunity arrives. Now we have to wait another night since no of us know exactly what it is! Aren't you the type to make sure you have all the information?"

Burt stepped over the tangled mess and was within inches of him. "If this thing is still on the loose, who knows what could happen. If it's a rodent, it may reproduce and then we have a whole swarm of these bastards before the end of the month! We will have an infestation!"

"I know that!" Wes countered. "That's why I shot when I had the opportunity. This isn't Star Wars with Han Solo and Greedo arguing who shot first! You said take the shot when you got it and I did and we both missed!"

As the two were arguing, Casey had the results of what creature they were battling. Her voice broke through the argument. Burt grabbed the radio.

"Burt, here over," he kept staring at his son with hostility. Wes wasn't backing down either.

"I have the results for the strand of hair," Casey had the test results in her other hand. "It's a flying squirrel, over."

"A what, over." Burt glanced at the radio with confusion before looking back to Wes.

"A flying squirrel, over," Casey shook her head. She knew she was going to get push back from them. This was a surprise for her as well.

"A-a flying squirrel," Burt thought it was absolutely preposterous. His grip tightened on the radio as he swung his arm down in sheer utterance that this whole time it was a giant flying squirrel they were fighting. Wes clenched his jaw as the anger he had disappeared but was replaced by sheer laughter. He tried his best not to laugh at the anguish his father was feeling. "Of all things, a flying squirrel!"

"It-heh-ugh-makes sense, yeah, makes sense," Wes tried to keep his voice normal and not laugh but there were a few instances. "No wh-wing sounds. Just the wh-wind." The corners of his lips twitched as he wanted to smile. He tried to calm his mental state. "If it's a flying squirrel, we can try other ways of catching it." He tried to ground himself along with his dad.

"Are you kidding me? We have been fighting Rocky this whole time?! Over." Tyler's voice held disappointment and disgust over the radio.

Wes' cheeks twitched. He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh. This was a serious situation. They finally found out what it was they were fighting against but it was just too comical.

"Rocky? Over," Burt spoke each word with one breath. He was reaching his point of all Hell breaking loose.

"Yeah, you know, Rocky and Bullwinkle, that cartoon show where they defeat those two Russians all the time, Boris and Natasha," Tyler explained. "You never watched that show as a kid? Over."

"I'll leave you three to handle it, if you have any questions let me know, Casey, out," she did not want to be in the middle of that conversation any longer.

"If it's a giant flying squirrel," Burt pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes shut. "Ah, we need to do something different. A God Damn flying squirrel!" He couldn't even look at his son. He stared off into the horizon.

"We have the cage, why not put the bait in there instead, make it easier on ourselves?" Wes propositioned.

"Just have a cage with bait, it's gone now, we shot at it and it's gone," Burt countered.

"It's been working for us so far," Wes shrugged. He was not going to argue with him or he would bust up laughing about the flying squirrel reaction.

"We can't have another day of this thing flying around," Burt turned to look at the other side of the horizon.

"Glide, they glide, anyways," Wes started to shake his head but stopped. "If not, what is the plan then?"

Burt took off his hat, scratched his head, and placed it back on his head, shifting it a bit to make sure its on. He thought for a moment before explaining the next plan. He radioed Tyler to fill him in on as well.

Burt and Wes untangled the nets, folded them, and replaced them back in the gun. They grabbed the googles as they headed to the forested area.