It had been over an hour and Reggie still had no idea where the other team's flag was. She and Lars split up, taking opposite sides of the pier to look for it. Sam couldn't get them both. She kept hidden as she looked around for any sign of Sam or the flag. She didn't want to run if she didn't have to, she was having cramps and trying not to think about them, determined to still have a fun time. She saw Sam a little too late and he tagged her.

"One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi..." she started.

She knew she had probably been at least close to the flag since she had been tagged but there was no way for her to scope it out with him right there. She was getting hot anyway. She decided to take a break and go to the Shack to get some water.

"How are you doing, Rocket Girl?" Raymundo asked, handing her a water glass.

"We still have no idea where their flag is," she commented, frustratedly.

"But you're feeling okay?" As he asked, she knew he hadn't ever been talking about the game.

"You're as bad as Twister," she groaned.

Tito joined in. "Can I get you anything, little wahinni cuz? Burger? Fries?"

"Will you two stop worrying about me? I'm fine."

"He's worse than I am," Raymundo defended, pointing at Tito.

"Not by much," Reggie muttered.

"He wouldn't let you wear a lei at our luau!"

"Because I didn't want the baby to be strangled by his own umbilical cord," Tito said as if this were logical. Apparently, it was some Hawaiian superstition.

"See? At least I'm not that bad," Twister said, coming up behind her and taking a seat on the stool next to her.

"You're much worse," she smiled at him. "How's your team doing?"

"No way, I fell for that before. You can't trick me into telling you where our flag is."

"I wasn't going to. I'm not Otto."

"Ally's good. She won't let us get anywhere near wherever it is," he admitted and Reggie could tell that wasn't the only thing on Twister's mind but he was restraining himself from asking her.

She decided to put him at ease. "I'm fine. See?" She held up her glass of water. "I'm hydrating and everything."

He smiled, looking reassured. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah." It wasn't a total lie. It was sort of fun; the cramps earlier had just made it less fun.

"Me too. It was a good idea, doing this. Sorry for getting so freaked about it."

Reggie finished her water and got up off the stool. "You'd better get back. You don't want Otto to see you and think you're fraternizing with the enemy."

She gave him a quick kiss before she headed back towards the pier and Twister went towards Madtown.

She tried to hide in the crowd but she knew that she stood out more. She just needed to make sure Sam didn't spot her. She spotted Lars seconds before Sam did and she watched him freeze as Sam tagged him. She hid behind the ticket booth before carefully making her way further down to look for the flag, keeping an eye on Sam as she did. He was busy watching Lars and she was able to get away undetected.

She scouted it out for a little while but didn't see anything. She was looking around the cotton candy stand when a sharp pain hit her. She verbally groaned at the pain, clutching her stomach. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned, expecting to see Sam but finding her brother-in-law instead.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Fine," Reggie said, the pain subsiding. "I just can't find this stupid flag anywhere."

"It's at the front of the line to the roller coaster. I can't get to it. The Squid's all over me."

She had to admit, it was a good spot. It was crowded enough that the line made it hard to see. There was one entrance and people would be making a scene if Lars' tried to cut in line or if a pregnant woman looked like she was trying to ride a rollercoaster. It would be hard for either of them to get to.

"We need a plan. Let's go back to Madtown and reconvene with Ally."

"You sure you're okay?" Lars asked again.

"I'm good. Let's go before Sam spots us."

They made their way back to Madtown (Reggie silently hating that she was slowing them down on the way) and told Ally about the flag. They kept a lookout for Otto and Twister while they talked but the boys didn't even try to come close with all three of them there.

"So Reggie will distract Sam and while he's tagging her, I'll sneak around and duck under the front gate to grab the flag," Lars went over the plan. "Then I'll make a run for it to get it back to our side. Sam won't be able to catch me."

"Do we think they know where our flag is?" Reggie asked. "That'll help us know how much time we have."

"I don't think they know but I think they suspect," Ally frowned. "The problem is I can't cover both entrances to the tunnel unless I'm actually waiting inside it, which would be a dead giveaway— Reggie are you okay?"

No, She thought along with a few other expletives as she clutched her stomach.

"Reggie!" She heard Twister yell and she saw him coming their way.

"Get Twister," she pointed, realizing after she said it that they probably thought she meant to get him for help. "Tag him," she clarified, fighting the pain.

"Oh!" Ally said but Lars had already tagged him. Ally was running the other way, tagging Otto, who had tried sneaking around while they were distracted.

Twister froze, confused and worried, but he started counting anyway. Otto grunted in frustration and yelled at Twister.

"I can't believe you fell for it! I told you they'd try something like this!"

"Back off, Rocket dork!" Lars yelled back and Reggie couldn't tell if he was being defensive of her or of Twister but she was thankful for it either way.

"Reggie," Ally started, looking worried but Reggie cut her off as the pain stopped.

"Do you think they heard us?"

She watched as Otto darted away. Twister remained frozen where he was, trying to figure out what to do as he stared at Reggie, concern in his eyes.

"Ally," Reggie nodded towards Twister, sending her to tag him. He got the message and ran away before she got the chance.

"Do you wanna call off the game?" Ally asked.

"No," Reggie said sharply.

"Then we better go for their flag like now," Lars said. "If there's a chance they heard us, we can't wait any longer."

"They could still be around," Reggie bit her lip as she thought of a new course of action. She looked around and lowered her voice. "If they heard us, they know Ally won't be able to get them both with the two sides of the tunnel option. We need to stay to make sure they don't know. If they don't try anything in the next twenty minutes, I think we're safe and we can go for theirs."

They agreed to the plan but only made it for less than ten minutes before Reggie was hit with another sharp pain.

This time, Ally put down her foot. "Reggie, you're having contractions. We need to get you to the hospital."

"She had one when we were at the pier too," Lars said.

"They're getting closer together."

"I'm fine," Reggie said through gritted teeth. "Were not going to the hospital."

"Yes, we are," Ally said firmly.

"Not until we win this game."

"You're starting to sound like your brother," Lars commented and she glared at him.

"Gee, thanks."

"Reggie," Ally said sternly and Reggie wondered if this was the same tone she used on her kindergarteners when they acted up. "It's not worth it."

She argued with them for a few more minutes but when another stab of pain came, she gave up. "Okay. Someone get Twister."

"I'm on it," Lars said before turning to Ally. "Try to get her to the Shack. I'll tell her dad you're on the way."