Jake looked around the stadium, wondering what the strategy for this game should be. He decided to ask Ax, who had by now finished reading the manual.

"What do we do in this game?"

Ax, in human morph, looked towards Jake and widened his eyes. "I am widening my eyes in surprise, Prince Jake. T-"

"DON'T CALL ME PRINCE!" Jake stormed.

"Whatever. That being a new human term, correct?"

"Yes, 'whatever' is a human term," Marco muttered, overhearing their conversation. "Look, Ax-man, you should hurry, I think we are supposed to be getting on the field."

It seemed like Marco was right, as the Hork-Bajir were done throwing on their jerseys and were lining up on the field. Visser Three had stayed on the sidelines, looking displeased.

"Well, the game seems to have simple concepts. You try and catch the ball and run it towards the end zones on the end. En-ddd. From what I saw on the movie on Movie Night, you say 'huout houut a lot-"

(Since when have you watched Movie Night?) Tobias asked. (I thought you were busy watching Desperate Housewives.)

"The ladies who are desperate and have frequent male partners don't appeal to me as much as Movie Night does," Ax responded, clearly annoyed. "Anyways, you also may pull the flags off of people and then they don't have the ball anymore. Th-"

"That's enough Ax... it sounds pretty similar to normal football. I suggest that the Chee show us morphing human."

The Chee in charge nodded, and the hologram disappeared so that the Animorphs that were present were on their own. Rachel glanced down.

"Who did my holographic jersey? It's so out of style it is almost hideous!" Rachel complained.

"Does it matter?" Marco turned on her.

"Yes. I'm supposed to look good, remember?"

"You, look-" Marco broke off, realizing what he was going to say. "-great," he finished, suddenly non-sarcastic.

Rachel looked at him with a mix of disgust and humor, the battle on between which would win out. Humor finally did, as Rachel's mouth began to twitch.

"That was funny?" Marco asked. He almost didn't believe it.

"Let's go. It's time to line up," Jake broke in, ending the conversation. "Chee, can you give us a pep band?"

(I think its on it's way.) Tobias said, seeing a helicopter in the distance.

Rachel looked. "I don't see anything."

(It's too far away for you right now. It should... there it is...)

Jake looked up. "Chee Express?" he asked.

"Apparently."