Nat King Cole clapped his hands and howled, "I KNEW IT! Ain't I so smart!? Did you REALLY think you could sneak up on us like that?! PATHETIC!" The narwhal king was with his two cohorts, Hal Kemp and Bing Crosby. The three all looked the same, and could be confused for a group of triplets. The trio were distinct from each other only in hair color, as Hal's was red and Bing's was brown. "Stand up, Lymon!" yelled Hal. Frank stood up, "Ay, the name's Fly, FRANK Fly!" Windy stood up as well, Muskedunder following shortly.

Frank brandished a kitchen knife he had taken from home, "Alright, Nat, how 'bout you let us go and we all forget this all happened?" Muskedunder chimed in, "Yah, or Ah'll whoop ya!" "Don't make me laugh!" Nat King Cole asked, "You think we'll let you go after what you just tried to do? Rattle 'em boys!" Nat King Cole, Hal, and Bing all tore off the horn taped to their foreheads, Bing shedding a tear from the burn. Frank swung at Nat King Cole, but was blocked by his Narwhal horn. The two began to have a knife fight, constantly blocking each other with their respective weapons. Muskedunder ducked and bit Bing's ankle, causing him to start crying. Windy immediately ran as the three attacked, and was chased around the room by Hal as if they were cat and mouse. "Get over here, ya pogo punk!" Hal yelled.

Bing began to break down, "I-I can't do this boss! I'm out! My ankle hurtss!" He limped out of the arcade, leaving Nat King Cole and Hal alone. Immediately, Muskedunder lunged at Hal and wrapped his hands around his throat, causing his horn to fall out of his hand. Hal fell to the ground, and Windy joined in on Muskedunder's assault on Hal. Nat King Cole and Frank continued their knife fight, constantly dodging and blocking each other's attacks. However, Nat King Cole was defeated when Windy and Muskedunder picked Hal up and threw him straight at Nat's skull. The two remaining Narwhals had both fallen in battle, and were stacked on top of each other on the arcade floor.

"Look how the turns have tided!" exclaimed Muskedunder. Windy snickered, "Not so strong anymore, Nat 'King' Cole!" Nat looked up at Frank and growled, "Frank... you... bastard... you've always been the same. Ever since preschool... where you never returned the crayons I let you borrow. And now you take my arcade... eleven years later... if I can't have this place, no one can!" Nat pulled out a strange looking remote control, pressing a complicated series of buttons. Suddenly, the corner of the room blew up and burst into flames. Then the stairs. And then the ceiling. "I planted several pressure cooker bombs around this area, ready for detonation in case this happened! I'll destroy it before handing it over to any of you wet slices of bread!"

"We gotta get the hell outta here!" yelled Windy. Frank, Windy, Muskedunder, and Hal all ran out of the building as fast as they could. The building combusted and collapsed in on itself, leaving only a pile of rubble where the Sixex arcade once was. For about three minutes, the four looked on at the burning heap of rubble. Eventually, a car pulled up, and out came a man. He was middle-aged, wearing a button up shirt and a pair of trousers. "What the hell happened to my business!?" he yelled, "Did you four do this!?" Frank stuttered, "Uhh- no- I- it just kinda did that on its own. Bye now!" Frank ran away, Windy and Muskedunder following. Hal sighed, "Great. I'm on my own again."

The sharks all retreated to Frank's room, where they began to discuss their next course of action. Frank sighed, "So, uhh- it seems we're in a bit of a pickle right now. The arcade that was supposed to be ours was uh, blown up. We're back to square one, what're we gonna do now!?" Windy said, "Hey, it isn't a big deal! There's still the park, the bank, the drug store, the barn..." Muskedunder scoffed, "The hell am Ah gonna do wit a drug store?" He was huddled up in a corner with his arms crossed, obviously pissed at the fact that he wouldn't be in control of an arcade. "Well we don't have anythin' else!" exclaimed Windy.

The three sat silent for about a minute, until Frank gave a suggestion. "I mean- there's always other towns, right? Surely some other place has gotta have an arcade for us to take over!" Windy replied, "You insane?! We've never been outside Sixex! We'd get whooped! And the only way to get out is by car! We can't get no car, and this town doesn't have a bus, for whatever reason!" Frank scoffed, "Seriously!? We're the SHARKS! We can overcome any obstacle with friendship n' shit! That arcade was basically ours just now, until Nat King Cole decided to go ahead and kamikaze! Taking another one should be a breeze! And as for transportation- we'll find a way!"

Windy sighed, "Alright then. Maskedunder, you in?" "Yah, if it means Ah get to have my own arcade!" "Alright," said Windy, "So we just gotta find a way to get outta this town. We can't have a car... sooo... bike?" Frank clicked his tongue, "Aha! A bike! That's what we gotta use! Now how do we get one?" Muskedunder chimed in, "Don't those cost a bajillion dollahs?" Windy sighed, "We're gonna need to get a lot of money!" "It'll be fine," Frank said, "Now get outta my house, I'm sleepy!"

Muskedunder and Windy both exited the house, and went to their respective homes. Muskedunder jumped into his comfy little garbage can, decorated to fit his tastes. He put on his skeleton pajamas and went to sleep, keeping his hoola hoop by his side. Though, it was hard to sleep, given the sirens that could be heard all over town as the fire department went to (what remained of) the arcade. Windy headed home, wondering how he'd get the money to purchase three bicycles. As he walked, his gaze was suddenly averted to a particular flyer stapled to the exterior of a shady pharmacy: "BRAND NEW RADICAL SKATE BOARDING COMPETITION IN TWO DAYS! WIN ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY EXACTLY THREE BIKES! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!"

To Be Continued