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T.P.P.O.V

Alice's mother was washing the dishes when her daughter limped down the stairs, her crutch under her arm. Alice climbed into a small, wooden chair, rubbing at some crust in her eye. Her mother placed a piece of buttered toast in front of her, the woman's eyes suddenly filling with concern.

"Alice? Did you sleep well? You look tired." she asked, as Alice picked up her toast. She crunched her teeth into the crust, the sound of eating filling the kitchen.

"Oh, it's fine," Alice said, after swallowing the food. "I just had a weird dream." Her mother raised an eyebrow, but seeing there was no other logical answer, shrugged it off and went back to scrubbing the pots. When her mother wasn't looking, Alice gave herself a private smile.

ALICE

I entered Poptropica again that night, landing on the all-familiar Home Island. I couldn't help but notice the hairs on my arms standing straight up. Today's island was far more dangerous than previous islands. I suddenly felt silly for thinking Monkey Wrench was bad. But for now, I didn't need to worry about Super Power Island. I needed to worry about Fierce Fox.

My poptropican was roaming around on the bridge as usual. I cautiously approached the bridge, as if I was approaching a tiger. A drop of sweat rolled down my cheek. No, I told myself. I need to. I cleared my throat.

"Uh... Hello..." I greeted apprehensively. Fierce Fox turned to me and her eyes widened.

"Alice..." she breathed, as if I was some sort of celebrity. She slowly and carefully trotted down the bridge. We faced each other for a few, anxious moments.

"So..." I began, scratching the back of my head. It felt like we were meeting for the first time. As if the past had never happened. "Uh... Can I come with you?" I kept feeling more and more awkward.

"I guess so." Fierce Fox replied, in an apathetic tone. Beats being angry, I thought. Without another word, we awkwardly climbed into her blimp, and she pulled up the rope.

"We're going this way," I pointed over the great Poptropican sea. We took off across that direction, peering down at distant islands. "So, what made you want me to come?" I hate my smart mouth.

"I'm not sure. Guess you had no other option." Fierce Fox answered, not emphasizing her tone. I sighed. The rest of the trip was in silence.

The blimp docked onto Super Power island, which is a little, cement city with terrorized people. Broken pieces of roof are everywhere, followed by the bold, yellow police tape. Straight in front of us is a comic shop, with a small, green and white, semi-circle rooftop sticking out the front. It has thick, stone walls and surprisingly clean glass windows.

"In here," I instructed; the two of us headed inside. There are shelves and shelves of comics, plus superhero posters on the wall. A nerd, Ned Noodlehead, is at the desk. He has french-fry marigold hair and huge glasses. Don't forget the sticking out teeth and pimples. "Do you have anything else apart from comic books?" I asked, like we had been talking for a while. Poptropican physics, everyone.

"I'm glad you asked! Check out this awesome handbook I wrote!" Ned Noodlehead exclaimed, shoving a proudly-made handbook into my hands; it disappeared into my inventory. Fierce Fox raised an eyebrow. I shrugged and gestured her to follow me outside, which she did. I led her into the shop next door, which is called 'Superhero Masks & capes'. It has a big mannequin head at the front, wearing a dark purple superhero costume. Inside's far nicer than the comic store; a lime, superhero-design wall paper and clean superhero costumes.

"Now," I said, getting Fierce Fox's attention. "Go and talk to him," I pointed to the man behind the counter. "He'll give you an I.D. Then, if you want, you can pick up a superhero costume."

"And what about you?" Fierce Fox asked, with her brow raised. I bit my lip. There were so many things I wanted to say... So many. But I could only say one.

"I'll be outside." I sighed, leaving the store. If I got an I.D card, then I would be a hero too... No... this is Fierce Fox's mission... Not mine... I'm just going to be there as assistance, no more. I've already been a bother to her for too long. Maybe it'd be better if I was the background character, not the star.

Fierce Fox came out, wearing the dark purple superhero suit. It has a cat-like mask and an indigo cape, which matches the t-shirt; that is crested with a diamond cat symbol. A silver belt was around her waist, and her pants were the dark purple colour.

"Nice costume," I observed, though in my opinion it looked ridiculous. But this was one person I didn't want to laugh at. "Swim across to the other side and talk to the lady about superheros. She'll give you anti-power handcuffs. Then talk to the old man and he'll give you super villain files so you know who you're up against and-"

"Wait," Fierce Fox interrupted me. I gulped. What was it this time? "Uh... So, what exactly are you doing? You seem to be letting me do everything."

I bit my lip. "Well, you said that I didn't do anything anyway. I just want to stay out of your way and let you complete the island."

Fierce Fox folded her arms across her chest. "I also said that I found that annoying. Which is true." I had to agree she had a point. Albeit I shook my head.

"No, you're the one that needs to complete the island. I'll just... Be your guide..." I replied, sadness entering my voice as I lingered my fingers together, starting to feel utterly useless. Fierce Fox gazed into my eyes for a few moments, before subtly narrowing her eyes.

"See you later." she said, leaping off to mentioned island, which has a big green meteorite. I bowed my head a little, tears threatening to come out. Now I felt more perplexed than ever. What was I to do? It felt just like in my world. Everyday I was confused, unsure of what to say and how to act, like something had shattered inside me. I hated it. I came to Poptropica to get away from that, but it always seemed to follow me. Fierce Fox suddenly re-appeared in front of my face, her inventory full of the items I asked her to retrieve.

"Okay, this way." I instructed blankly, my head slightly bent. Fierce Fox followed me through the rest of the main street. I barely noticed the buildings we passed, apart from the 'downtown' sign. The two of us eventually arrived in front of a bank. Cliché, it was being robbed. The windows are smashed, and the white cement statues have been destroyed.

"We're going in there, right?" Fierce Fox asked, eyeing the bank. I took a deep breath and released it shakily.

"Yes," I answered, placing a hand on her shoulder before she could dash in. "Well... I'll only come in if you want... I mean..."

Fierce Fox sighed and gently brushed my hand away. "I don't know where sad Alice came from, but she needs to leave. Remember when you were Brave Tiger?" My eyes lit up as I remembered the amount of fun I had. Maybe she was right... Maybe... A tiny, ever so tiny, smile appeared on my face.

"So you actually want me to come in with you?" I asked, starting to feel tingles in my skin. Did Fierce Fox really want me? Did she really think about what I said?

"Well, how else am I going to know what to do?" Fierce Fox joked, and we almost laughed together. I grabbed her shoulder again before she could rush in. She turned around and gave me a monotonous glance.

"We need to know who we're fighting!" I cried. "The villain in there is called Copy Cat. Hence the name, she can make copies of herself. When you go inside, she'll make tons of copies of herself and chuck a smoke bomb. We need to destroy all her copies and capture the original." I observed Fierce Fox's intrigued expression.

"Well, it'll be easier with the two of us, right?" she asked. I shrugged casually and this time, I let her enter, me following behind. The bank walls are a grey metal, with lots of wooden platforms hanging objects such as fans. To our left I heard a menacing cackle, belonging to Copy Cat. She was inside a broken vault, with piles of cash.

"I'll go and see Copy Cat," I whispered to Fierce Fox. "Go up to the top," I pointed to the layer above us. "That's where the money desk is. When you see her, ambush Copy Cat with the handcuffs."

"Got it." Fierce Fox whispered back, giving me a salute. Meanwhile, with the hairs on my arms sticking up, I trotted past the broken building parts, trying not to step on the glass shards. I climbed into the vault, where a fallen Copy Cat wickedly smirked. She wears a black and white prison uniform, and her skin's pale grey.

"You'll have to be quick to catch all of us!" she jeered; suddenly lots of Copy Cats ran out of her, dashing right past me. The original dropped a smoke bomb on the ground, which spurted out white smoke; the air felt thick and smoky. Coughing weakly, I escaped the vault, bending my knees and punching the first Copy Cat, who disappeared in a puff of smoke. Leaping quickly, I smashed my fist into another Copy Cat on the chandelier. I flung down like a bird, landing straight on a Copy Cat. I whacked the evil smile right off another Copy Cat on the bank counter. I was getting near an elevator. Using the pot plant on the wall, I side-hopped to the final chandelier, taking out the last Copy Cat.

By now the atmosphere was getting thicker and hotter. I smashed my fist- out of panic- on the elevator button, and I heard it whirring down to greet me. Climbing on board, getting uncomfortable nostalgia from Early Poptropica, the elevator slowly floated upwards. The air had dried my throat; I forced my coughs in. I arrived on the top floor, ignoring the white smoke. I smashed my way through the Copy Cats, the smoke in my hair and eyes, until I found the last one on the little wooden desk.

"You'll never defeat me!" she cried, making a fist. Suddenly, from behind her, Fierce Fox tackled her to the ground, forcing the anti-power handcuffs around her wrists. "How did you defeat me?" she panted.

Wheezing from the smoke, I breathed: "You're not the only one with a double act."

After Copy Cat was arrested (Fierce Fox got the credit), I led Fierce Fox to the next villain: Speeding Spike. She followed me into the disgusting subway, which has moldy, sea-green tiles and cockroaches everywhere. Graffiti is drenched all over the walls, and the stairs are crumbling. The one electric light is dimming, surrounded by moths. Trying our hardest to ignore these gross things, Fierce Fox and I stopped in front of the train- which is pretty gross, with graffiti all over the windows.

"In there is Speeding Spike," I explained, gesturing inside. "He's got the power to run super fast. He also has a bit of a temper problem and will try to strike you when you get near him. In the end, it gets the better of him. Since there are two of us," I couldn't help but grin. "We can make it even more frustrating for him."

The train's inside is divided into many different carriages; some parts are drenched in cleaning materials and graffiti. The seats aren't very appealing either, with the stuffing inside poking out. I felt the train clack along the tracks, vibrating the vehicle. To our very right, Speeding Spike's face had gone crimson and smoke was pouring out of his ears.

"This way," I ordered, gesturing Fierce Fox to follow. We headed forward- rather nervously if I say so myself. We eventually- avoiding the split water- got close enough to Speeding Spike for him to strike. He has a spiky, fluro-green Mohawk; stubble on his face; a black and white prisoner uniform; two golden, ringed earrings. I was in front, so he jumped right at me, causing pain- actual pain- to my body. But unlike human pain, it was gone as quickly as it came.

"Run forward!" I hastily whispered to Fierce Fox. I bent my knees and propelled upwards, leaping over the villain, while he chased after my partner. She ran too far away before he could get to her. I took a deep breath, heading to the dead end of the carriage. "Yoo hoo!" I cried, waving at Speeding Spike. With a furious expression, he charged towards me like an enraged bull. I winked at Fierce Fox; she dashed forward, appearing at the other end of my carriage.

"Hey!" she called out, just as Speeding Spike was about to strike me. He turned around and charged for her instead, when I cleared my throat.

"Hey slow-poke! Am I too fast for you?" I jeered, rather rudely. Speeding Spike gritted his teeth and dashed for me, head first.

"BETCHA CAN'T GET ME! WHAT ARE YOU, A SNAIL?" Fierce Fox, extremely powerfully, yelled at Speeding Spike, as she blew a raspberry. The villain appeared even more enraged than ever, and turned to Fierce Fox. Leaving my dead end, I bolted over to him and tapped his shoulder. While I did, Fierce Fox skyrocketed over his head. "I'M HERE, LOSER!" she cried, as Speeding Spike whacked me to the ground.

I got to my feet and rushed to Fierce Fox's original position, screaming insults at Speeding Spike while I ran. Soon, we were both constantly nagging him, causing him to get dizzy and super duper angry. Eventually, he got far too dizzy and fainted. Fierce Fox handcuffed him.

After Speeding Spike was shoved back in jail, I led Fierce Fox to the next baddie, who was Sir Rebral. He was at a far nicer place than the subway: The Park. There are lovely, stone statues everywhere; some are destroyed. Many flourishing, green trees are in the background, as well as city buildings. Someone sells hot dogs there, so I bought one before I forgot to.

"Are you hungry?" Fierce Fox asked, noticing my actions.

"You'll understand later," I answered, getting an unsure look from her. "Anyway," I pointed towards Sir Rebral, who was standing on a statue Poptropican's torso and below. "That's Sir Rebral. He's got telekinesis, so he's going to float boulders around and stuff. What you have to do is destroy those things floating around him in a circle. This won't be too hard, since yet again, there's two of us. It'll be harder for him to take us both on."

Bending my knees, I led Fierce Fox and myself towards the villain, who had a frustrated scowl on his face. He has metal-rimmed goggles with green lenses; a black and white striped prison uniform; spiky, marigold hair and beard, and many rocks and papers floating around him.

As soon as Sir Rebral saw us, he growled and chucked huge stone boulders. We split up, jumping out of the way.

"Run your separate ways!" I cried. "That'll trick him!" So we did just that. I hopped left, while Fierce Fox went right. Sir Rebral scowled and tried to aim the boulders at us, but we just kept switching positions and he couldn't keep up. I eventually did a humongous jump right up to his personal circle and knocked down one of the floating papers. His face turned crimson and he knocked me down onto the ground, where a platform of dirt smashed me into the floor. It didn't hurt, despite how violent it appeared.

While he did, Fierce Fox, using a fist, chipped away at his circle. Sir Rebral clenched his fists, placing his fingers on his temple and smashing her away with a boulder. Back with me, I climbed onto the roof of the bathroom, shoving down a boulder from one of the statues. It landed right by my side, launching upwards towards Sir Rebral as he tried to manipulate a patch of grassland beneath my feet. It knocked him straight in the leg, bringing him crashing to the ground. Fierce Fox handcuffed him, saving the day. Three villains down, three to go, I thought.

After arresting Sir Rebral, Fierce Fox and I headed to the Junkyard, where the next villain- Crusher- was. The junkyard is a huge mix of rusty metal squashed into a forced field, all held together by a wooden fence. Everywhere I looked there is junk, trash... And more junk. The ground shook as Fierce Fox and I entered the junkyard.

"Crusher..." I mumbled, apprehensively peering upwards at the villain. "That guy has super strength, as you can sort of tell. What we need to do is climb up this big, yellow crane and get to the top so we can drop things on him." I paused. "We'll both head to the top; one will stay out of sight, while the other will drop the fridge on Crusher."

"I volunteer to drop the fridge on him." Fierce Fox declared, raising her hand. I released a little chuckle.

"Thank goodness... Because... Something happens to you once you do that... No spoilers," I said, and we both faintly grinned at each other. "Okay, let's go!" I led her to the end of the fence and climbed onto an old, ruined couch. Fierce Fox followed me, as we jumped from ruined item to ruined item.

Then I let out a high-pitched scream. "Watch out for the tire!" I cried, as a monster-truck tire flew straight towards us. I flopped onto my stomach, the tire briefly passing over my head. Fierce Fox, however, got hit. "I'll meet you up there!" I yelled down at her, as I prepared to jump again.

Crusher was glaring straight at me, with an oil canister gripped in his fingers, standing on an old car. I let out a faint, terrified squeal, as I spiraled into the air in cool slow motion, the oil canister right beneath my legs. Landing on the other side of Crusher, I latched my arm around the bottom of the metal, faint yellow crane. I pulled myself onto the first diamond-shape stretch of the crane, leaping up to the next one. Crusher kept chucking oil canisters at me, which I thankfully managed to avoid (my inner human assisted me a bit). Fierce Fox was struggling a bit, however.

"You can do it, Fierce Fox!" I encouraged from the top, feeling like a worthy teammate. Strange. I had never felt that way before. Eventually Fierce Fox got to the top, my encouraging hopefully useful. I smiled proudly at her. "Nice job! Now, go in there and turn the magnet control off." I gestured to the little yellow office, on the crane. Fierce Fox entered the office, while I snuck behind it, where Crusher wouldn't see me. Sure enough, I heard the fridge drop and Fierce Fox get slammed by the fridge being thrown back. Sneakily, I crept into the office, grasping my fingers on the 'magnet control' lever. I pulled it.

A piece of metal that Crusher was standing on was dragged up by the magnet, crushing him against the magnet, until he was as thin as paper. I peered down from the crane, watching Fierce Fox tie him up.

"Who's the Crusher now?" I mumbled to myself, with a smirk.

The next villain was Rat Man. Unfortunately for us, we had to go into the public bathroom, near where Sir Rebral was. I was extremely thankful that we were both girls, or things would've been awkward. We headed into the disgusting toilet- description not needed- and down a sewer in the middle of the room. I thought it was very rude how Rat Man entered the ladies' toilets, but oh well.

Anyway, the sewer is covered with grime, silt and rusty pipes. Right in front of us are dirty brick steps covered with cement slabs. Beneath the two steps is a lake of filthy, sewer water.

"Remind me to have a shower." I cringed, stepping to the edge of the second step. Thank goodness there are a few floating crates in front of me. I hopped to each one, bobbing gently.

Fierce Fox followed closely behind me, until I reached a crate where a red hydrant wheel is. I turned it, and the water level dropped a few feet. I pointed to another red hydrant wheel, on another set of brick steps.

"Can you pull that wheel?" I asked Fierce Fox. She nodded, jumping athletically over to the wheel on the other side. She tugged it, and once again, the water level raised. The crate I was standing on was on the right level with another hydrant wheel. Gripping and pulling it, the water level raised once more. "HERE!" I called, my voice straining as I eyed Fierce Fox.

She strongly swam across the disgusting water. I faced such water, a silver pipe blocking my entrance to the next room. I sighed in disgust, dipping my feet in the filth. Holding my breath, I shoved myself under the pipe, then reemerged on the other side.

Thanks to Poptropican physics, all the water cleared off my body as quickly as it came. Fierce Fox joined my side, and we headed into the next room, which is just as disgusting as its predecessor. There's grime all over the walls; platforms of rusty pipes; rats crawling all over the place. I resisted the urge to barf.

"You found me?! Well, let's see how you like my little friends!" someone cried. It was Rat Man. He has scruffy brown hair and a beard; the black and white prison uniform; like the other villains, a furious scowl; flies flying around him. Fierce Fox gave me an unusual glance.

"Rat Man," I explained. "He has the power to control rats... Which is probably the most boring power out of all of them. What we have to do is avoid the rats and get up there," I pointed to another hydrant wheel. "Once we do, his fly friends will come after us. They sting, unfortunately. Since there are two of us, it'll be a hundred times easier. I'll turn the hydrant wheel and you can handcuff Rat Man."

"Got it." Fierce Fox nodded. I gulped, the hairs on my arms standing up. Taking a deep breath, I leaped to the first pipe platform. A chocolate-brown, hypnotized rat bared its fangs at me. I leaped out of its way, to the next platform. Another rat is there and bumped into my foot. I screamed as it knocked me off.

My fingers, however, quickly gripped the platform; I flung myself upwards, landing on the final rat platform. The hydrant wheel is just above me. I bent my knees, spiraling upwards and grabbing it. I pulled it, and sewage knocked Rat Man out. His flies, with dangerous stingers, came right for me.

However, before they could, Fierce Fox handcuffed Rat Man. The relief.

"That's five villains," I said, once he was in jail. "One to go." Fierce Fox and I returned to the main street, sharing smirks.

"I never thought I'd say this, but we make a pretty good team. Whoever this last villain is, they have no chance." Fierce Fox said, grinning proudly. I suddenly remembered who the last villain was.

"Oh... about that..." I began, suddenly going quiet and shy. "Well... We get a superpower for this battle."

"Awesome!" Fierce Fox exclaimed, jumping for joy. I took a deep breath.

"Well, the thing is... only one of us can get the power... I think..." I replied, feeling guilt sit at the pit of my stomach. Fierce Fox didn't reply, but I could see she looked a little depressed. I sighed and led her to a silver telephone box, which is next to the news building. The phone inside rung loudly. "Go inside," I instructed. "And you'll get the superpower."

"What about you?" Fierce Fox asked, hands on hips.

I bowed my head. "Well, I guess I'll just tell you what to do..."

Fierce Fox raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

I took a deep breath. "Fierce Fox, this is your island and your mission, not mine. You're the one who's going to win the medallion. Like I said, I'm just your assistant."

Fierce Fox didn't seem like she believed me. "The only reason we're on this island is because of you, Alice. You said that completing this island lets you go back to... Your 'world'. The medallion's not just an achievement. It's your path back home. And heck, I wouldn't have been able to beat those guys without you. If anything, you deserve the medal. Well, mostly."

I smiled. "Who are you and what have you done with Fierce Fox?"

"Just go..." Fierce Fox said, pushing me into the telephone box. I was about to pick up the phone, when I stared at Fierce Fox one more time.

"Are you sure you want me to have it?" I asked. I felt rather guilty. "I don't think I can just-"

"I've been credited for all the islands we've been on. I think it's your time to shine. Don't give me that look. You've raced me before. This superpower will be a breeze." Fierce Fox insisted, with a grin. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone. Suddenly, the whole world felt... weird. It felt like waves of power were entering my body, and my genetics were changing. My skin felt lighter, and my whole body glowed a bright yellow. I walked out of the telephone booth, feeling as light as a feather.

Fierce Fox gave me a salute. "Good luck!" she bid, before heading over somewhere else.

"Now..." I muttered to myself. "How do I fly?" I bent my knees and jumped, hovering in mid-air for a few moments. Then I dropped to the ground, although my feet were about an inch or two above the cement. Um... How on Earth do I move upwards? I pictured people flying, gliding through the air. I bent my knees, as if I was going to jump, then sprang into the air. It worked.

I soared into the sky like a bullet, my legs dangling behind. I kept going diagonally right, which I didn't want. "How do I stop?!" I grumbled to myself. I wasn't a very good flyer. I wiggled my legs, which made me look like a belly dancer. So helpful. I bent my legs left, and flew straight left. Okay... I straightened my legs out; I soared upwards. Far too much. Screw this, I'm walking. I crash landed on the floor, thankfully not getting hurt. I got to my feet, never more happy to just be able to walk.

I headed past the bank to the next tall building, which is an office apartment. I glanced at the thick, stone concrete building, with many glass windows. "Great..." I muttered, knowing I was going to have to fly again. I bent my legs and straightened them, heading directly into the sky like a bullet. I was beginning to regret accepting the superpower.

I sighed, pausing on someone's balcony. Right, if I move my legs left, I go left. Same for right. If I bend my knees I fall down... If I straighten them I go up. Depending on how much I move them, I'll move a certain speed. I glanced at the top of the apartment building.

"Up!" I cried, straightening my legs. I took off once more. Once I arrived on the roof, I rested my hand against the diamond shaped point. Flying wasn't easy. Then, from on top of the antenna, I heard a menacing cackle.

"Well well well..." the cackle's owner hissed. "If it isn't Alice! I've heard all about you."

I shivered, staring up at Betty Jetty. "What do you mean, 'you've heard all about me'?"

She smirked. "Oh... Well, I know you're not really from Poptropica, are you?"

"What…?" I breathed, shivering. "How do you know that?!"

"A little birdie told me." Betty Jetty cackled, glaring down at me.

"Tell me who!" I cried, suddenly flying up towards her.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Betty Jetty chuckled, dashing into the blue sky. I flew after her, and it became a chase. We soared through the air, as the foe chucked sharp, green slime balls at me. I avoided them, mainly out of fear and desperation to know what she meant. Betty Jetty continued to chuck the green balls at me, narrowly missing my face. I approached her body, trying to reach out and grab her.

Betty Jetty chucked a huge green ball at my chest, and I fell backwards. I still did not fall, however. I clenched my fists and kept going, flying above her. Betty Jetty chucked a few green ball boomerangs, growling. I avoided them and instead jumped on her body, and we both smashed into the roof of the apartments.

"Tell me who!" I scowled again.

"You'll never find out!" Betty Jetty laughed, cackling at my face. "And you'll never stop me- or what's coming for you!" She was suddenly hit in the back by someone.

"Fierce Fox!" I gasped.

"Your, uh, assistant has arrived!" Fierce Fox declared, making a triumphant fist. She handcuffed Betty Jetty, so she got the credit.

While we were heading to get the medallion, Fierce Fox asked me a few questions.

"So... What did she mean by 'what's coming for you'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to, either. But whatever it means, it can't be good." I replied.

"Is it something to do with your world?" Fierce Fox asked.

"I'm not sure..." I replied truthfully.

"What's your world like, anyway?"

"Well... it's really different from here. Ever heard of humans?" Fierce Fox shook her head. "Well, they're like Poptropicans... But taller and they have thumbs. There's more, of course, but I can't really go into details. Maybe I'll bring a picture. Anyway, my world's way more dangerous than this one. I mean, some of things you do here would be considered outright deadly in my world."

"Oh... I see..." Fierce Fox said. "Explains why you're cautious, then."

I chuckled. "Yeah, it does," I patted her on the shoulder. "Well, go and get your medallion. I'll see you later. Oh, and have this hot dog. It was meant for Ned Noodlehead, but you sort of took his place."

"Uh... Thanks and bye!" Fierce Fox cried, dashing off to the prison with the hot dog. My expression was positive, but inside I wasn't. Betty Jetty's words kept forming in my head. Something was coming for me, and I knew it wasn't good.