The quiet atmosphere of the Fiveton library made it the perfect place to study and work. Many students across the moderately sized city went down to do their work in peace, not having to fear any distractions. One person had come simply to finish his favorite book. He looked odd, it was difficult to tell whether he was 16 or 38, he was ugly and beautiful at the same time, and he casually wore a three-piece suit. The book he was reading was pretty terrible, a rather guilty pleasure for him. He had gotten to a really juicy part, when suddenly, someone near him began to chew on potato chips ridiculously loud. He turned his head and whispered, "Hey! Shut the hell up, I'm tryin' to read here." The chip chewer ignored his demands and chewed even louder, just to spite him. He continued to do this until his friend said, "Ay Muskedunder, you outta quiet down, we're in a library."

Muskedunder gulped down his last mouthful of crisps, "Mah bad, Windy." "Actually... can you pass me some?" "Dunno, yah still owe me that new hula-hoop..." "C'mon, I'll get it later!" "Alraht, alraht!" The two shared the bag and chewed excessively loudly in unison. The person reading his book stormed out the building, the annoying and loud chip-chewing becoming too much for him to handle. On his way out, he walked past a blonde teen who was staring at a map of the city he had received. Suddenly, the teen stopped him and asked, "Do ya know if there's any sort of gang in control of the Laora Park?" The reader had a puzzled look on his face. Frank shook his head, "Never mind, you look like a dork anyway, dunno why I asked you that."

Frank walked down to where Windy and Muskedunder were, and said, "Alright fellas, I got the map! And guess what, there IS an arcade in this city!" The two other sharks cheered, but Frank interrupted, "But wait- there's more!" He presented the full map to them, "Feast your eyes." The map depicted the entire city, and in the right-hand corner stood an entire amusement park. "Not only do we have an arcade to take, but a whole park! And not the boring type of park- the type with Ferris wheels 'nd shit!" Muskedunder yelled loudly, "YAHHHH BABY! WOOOOOHOOOOO!" Everyone in the library took to the exit. Windy was happy as well, but the more he thought about it, the more worried he got, "Hold up. Fiveton's gotta be filled to the brim with gangs, right? I mean- there was a whole gang in control of a road no one even goes through! Surely some group is in charge of this park as well- and likely a powerful one!"

Frank rested his hand on Windy's shoulder. "Listen, Windy. You gotta understand somethin'. I don't care. I am FAIL-PROOF Frank! God himself could run that park and guess what? I wouldn't be scared! Whatever obstacle comes our way we'll get through, or stab!" Windy sighed, "Alrighty then. But when we get our butts kicked, don't blame me!" Muskedunder cracked his knuckles, "Alraht then. Frank, when do we storm that park?" "We'll go later, when it's closed! It should be easier that way." It was currently 6:57 PM, and the park closed at 10:00 PM, so the three had some time to kill. However, unbeknownst to the three, someone had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

The person who stormed out of the building due to their chip-chewing habits was intrigued by Frank's question, and chose to stay inside rather than leave. He listened to their chat, and chose to follow them. The three left the library and headed on down to a nearby buffet. The trio simply walked in without paying, and Muskedunder put a paperclip into a tip jar, "Ah believe this should cover it." For some reason, no one questioned their intrusion. Frank came across a bucket of fries, and immediately dived in without first getting a plate. Muskedunder joined in, but Frank wanted to have the bucket all to himself. This resulted in a fry war.

The two began to throw balls of soggy french fries at each other, taking cover behind other customers. When they ran out of fries, they resorted to wielding spaghetti and chicken instead. Windy observed the fight while downing a bottle of mustard. A worker told the three to get the hell out before he "groibbled" them. None of them knew what it meant, but they sure didn't want to find out. They complied and got out of the cheap buffet, Windy taking the bottle of mustard with him. "Now what'll we do for the next three hours?" Frank asked. As Muskedunder was about to give a suggestion, the three were approached by the same person they had annoyed back in the library.

Muskedunder pointed, "Ay, it's you again. Watcha want?" The guy straightened his tie and cleared his throat, "I assume you three are a gang, right? And you'd like to be in control of an arcade, correct?" Frank raised an eyebrow, "Huh? How'd ya know?" "You aren't exactly the quietest bunch. Now, may I ask- why do you wish to control one?" Muskedunder clapped, "Cos it's cool! 'Cos we wanna be able to play games whenever we want and follow no one's rules!" Windy nodded, "Basically that. It's pretty radical." The guy smiled, "So you want it purely for the novelty and 'radicalness'? So I'm assuming none of you care about the profit and money that'll roll in." Frank crossed his arms, "We love money, but we want it for the gnarly factor. We aren't a buncha boring business dudes!"

"Heh heh, alright then. My name is Mr. Wonderful. I can help get you that arcade." Muskedunder's eyes lit up, "Really?! How!?" "I've got connections. I know the right people. I even know the leader of the gang in charge of Laora Park." "You know them!?" Frank shouted. "Uh huh! So let me help you get that arcade, and in return- you give me a large chunk of the profits!" Windy was skeptical, "You seem fishy. How do we know you're not trying to set us up, or somethin'? How do you know all these people? You tryna scam us? Do we even need you?" Mr. Wonderful laughed, "Oh please! I'm just a guy. An average joe. A simple dude who just wants some money, and I'll obtain it if it means helping you out. And trust me, I know these people... you need me."

Frank reached his hand out, "Alright then... I'll trust you. PROMISE that you'll help us get that arcade." Mr. Wonderful shook his hand, "Promise."

To Be Continued