Chapter Two: Call In The Replacements
December 2008
The rooftop of the Tipton Hotel had not been cleaned since the "Gozer Incident" from 2004, because no janitor—not even poor Arwin, who still had his fears—had the courage to go up there. Even all of the suites from 2330 (the former suite of Carey Martin and her twin sons) and above were abandoned, due to being so close to the scene of the incident. Although the Martins still live at the Tipton Hotel, they had never dared themselves to return upstairs—even though Cody and Zack dare each other at times, just for no apparent reason.
One particular evening, Arwin and Mr. Moseby had to go up to the rooftop to install a new state-of-the-art, larger-than-life, and any-other-cool-phrase-with-hyphens-in-between satellite dish that was received in the mail on Mr. Tipton's request for London to have a thousand more channels. Mr. Moseby wanted it on the rooftop as soon as possible.
Of course, Arwin's fears got in the way of this hardly simple task as he told Mr. Moseby in the lobby, "There's still a lot of creepy stuff up there, sir. It smells bad, too. Year-old marshmallow residue…all over the place!"
"I have a cleaning crew being sent up there to take care of that foul mess," said Moseby. "They'll be up there with you."
Arwin sighed in relief. "Oh, that's good. For a second there, I thought I was gonna be all by my—"
Suddenly the phone at the front desk rang and Moseby answered it. The voice of a cleaning crewman was on the other end, giving Moseby some news that neither he nor Arwin appreciated. "What do you mean you won't be cleaning our rooftop?" He listened to his answer and frowned. "Because of what happened four years ago up there? Well, that's hardly any reason to…" He suddenly heard a dial tone and looked perplexed. "Hello? Hello?!"
Arwin felt like he was going to pass out from overwhelming fear at that moment. But he maintained himself once he noticed London Tipton coming towards him and Mr. Moseby. Once she saw all of the cardboard boxes sitting around, each with the brand name to the dish printed on them, she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down in excitement. "Yay, Daddy! He got me my plate!"
Moseby made a dumbfounded look and politely said, "I believe it's called 'dish,' London."
"But it doesn't look edible." She said.
I give up, Moseby thought, as he rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"If I go up there on that rooftop, I might be edible to those ghosts," said the trembling Arwin.
Moseby threw his arms up in frustration, as he walked around the front desk and faced Arwin. "Alright, that's it! I'm going up there to the rooftop with you and going to show you that there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of!"
London then raised her hand up high, while jumping up and down again. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I go, too? Can I go, too? Can I go, too?"
"Aren't you afraid of going up there, London?" Arwin asked her.
London scoffed. "I've been on enough jets to not be scared of heights, Arwin."
"But that's not…" Arwin began, but he stopped when Mr. Moseby tapped his shoulder.
He whispered to him, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Arwin."
Arwin frowned with confusion. "Why would I?" Moseby stared at him for a long moment, until Arwin finally figured it out. "Oh! You meant London!" Mr. Moseby smiled and nodded in sarcasm, while Arwin again sighed in relief.
The rooftop looked as if a massive flock of pigeons had flown over and let loose. Covered entirely with a white, hardened substance that used to be marshmallows, it was sticky and almost difficult for London, Arwin, and Mr. Moseby to walk on.
"This is so gross!" London exclaimed, before slapping Moseby across the arm. "Moseby, why did you bring me up here?!"
Moseby rubbed his arm, trying his best to maintain a smile in front of the boss's daughter. "Because you wanted to."
"Then why did you let me want to come up here?!" London exclaimed, and Moseby had to stop for a second to figure out what she just asked, considering how fast she said it and how warped the words were.
Meanwhile, Arwin was tearing open the cardboard boxes and looked at the billions of pieces for the 'assembly-required' satellite dish; for a moment, his mind was totally off of the possibly haunted Tipton rooftop. "Boy, they must've been kidding when they said you can 'put it together in less than fifteen minutes.'"
Moseby saw the pieces himself and was just as shocked as Arwin. "Perhaps we should just hire someone to put it together. This looks like it could take years doing it ourselves."
"No, no, Mr. Moseby." Arwin protested. "I can handle this. I am a repairman, so this should be like child's play."
"Then should we get a child to do it?" London inquired, and Arwin & Moseby gawked at her in annoyance. She just looked back at them, smiling, not seeing the absurdity of her question.
Refocusing his attention back on his task (and doing his best to ignore London), Arwin reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. "At least they included the instructions," he said. "No matter what anybody tells you, things are always easier when there are instructions." Unfolding the paper, Arwin soon realized that it was as long as him—a huge list of instructions. He sheepishly grinned and added, "Even if they're six feet long," and then read few lines off the paper, "And in perfect Japanese."
"Oh! Japanese!" London exclaimed. "I can read that!" She hopped over to Arwin and took the instructions out of his hand, staring at them for a very long time.
Becoming quickly impatient, Moseby lifted his arms apart and asked, "Well…what does it say?"
"I don't know," said London, a dimwitted smile still showing on her face.
"But I thought you said that you can read Japanese." Moseby remarked.
The smile faded from London's face, as she frowned at Moseby and said, "Well, duh! What do you think I'm doing now?"
Moseby and Arwin shook their heads in disgust. "London…we thought you meant that you can translate what it says," said Moseby.
"Don't you need the Internet for that?" She responded.
Again, Moseby shook his head, feeling like he was wasting his whole time there. "I'm calling a professional to handle this," he said. "It's clear that you two don't have the brainpower for it."
Moseby attempted to leave, until Arwin ran directly in front of him and blocked his path. "Mr. Moseby, please! I've worked with enough hardware around the hotel to at least guess how this one works. I can really put it together in less than fifteen minutes. Just…give me a chance."
Moseby saw the desperate look on his face and knew that he would never live with himself if he didn't at least give his employees one chance at something. He often did, and sometimes they would have proven themselves worthy afterwards. So he shrugged and told Arwin, "Alright. I'll let you give it a try. But only for fifteen minutes. If you go past even sixteen, I'm heading downstairs and calling a technician."
Arwin, extraordinarily pleased, got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around Moseby's legs. He wept heavily as he thanked him repeatedly. "You'll never regret this, Mr. Moseby! I swear I'll make you proud!"
Moseby felt himself becoming wobbly with Arwin's grasp ruining his balance; but, if it weren't for the person who came up behind him and gave an additional hug, then he would've fallen. However, he soon realized that person was London, who—for some strange reason—was hugging Moseby as well.
"I just love group hugs!" She exclaimed.
Looking up at the starry sky above, Moseby pleaded for some higher power to come and take him away there and then, ridding him of this crazy life he lived.
17 Minutes Later
Downstairs in the lobby, Zack and Cody just exited the elevator, and the first place they headed was the candy counter where Maddie was currently working. When the Martin twins approached her, she was reading an article posted in the week's newspaper that was on a story printed in the previous year. That day marked the first anniversary of the story, and Maddie still found it hard to believe, especially after so long.
Zack was the first one to walk right up to Maddie and say, "What's happenin', baby!"
Ignoring Zack's adolescent greeting, Maddie immediately decided to share the newspaper article with the twins. "Did you guys know today is the first anniversary of when they split up?"
Although Zack was totally lost in the dark on what she was talking about, Cody instantly caught her drift. "I know. It's terrible how they would just end something that great. I mean, they're the greatest thing that has ever happened to this city."
Zack was about to ask a question until Maddie spoke first. "I know! Of course, business has been slow as of late, and not too many people need them like they did back then. Still, they're the coolest group I've ever seen. And I still miss them."
Again, Zack tried to make a comment; but his brother robbed him of that opportunity. "It felt like only yesterday when they came here," he said, and then realized something. "Oh, wait! It was yesterday! One of them stopped by and asked for directions!"
"And bought candy from this shop!" Maddie sadly added.
"And signed autographs for all the fans!"
"And…"
"HOLD UP!" Zack yelled, catching the attention of most of the guests in the lobby. "Could one of you tell me what the heck it is that you're talking about?"
Before either Cody or Maddie could answer, a collection of ear-piercing screams bellowed from the elevator, just as soon as it had opened. The first one to come running out was Arwin, who repeatedly shouted "They're back! They're back!" on his way out of the building, shoving several guests aside and knocking a few down in the process.
Mr. Moseby was the second to dash out from the elevator, heading directly towards the front desk to use the phone. Picking up the receiver, he had the wrong end placed over his ear, but he barely even noticed as he dialed a series of numbers on the phone. Only when he didn't hear any sound—not even a dial tone—come over the receiver did he realize that he was listening to the wrong end and turned it around.
And finally, London came out of the elevator, not running but walking stiffly across the room, doing nothing but letting out a high-pitched scream. She headed in the direction of the candy counter and screamed right next to Maddie, Cody, and Zack, forcing them to cover their ears. She had done this for nearly a whole minute, until Maddie covered her mouth and stopped her.
"London," she said, "I'm going to move my hand on the count of five. And when I do, you'll stop screaming and tell me what's got you, Mr. Moseby, and Arwin so freaked out. Okay?" London nodded. "Alright. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…"
As soon as Maddie moved her hand, London went into a rapid string of words that sounded a lot like gibberish to Maddie, Zack, and Cody. In fact, if it were put into text (which it can, in this case), it would come out a lot like this: "MosebyArwinandIwenttotheroof toinstallDaddy'snewsatelliteplateandsawthis reallyfreakymonsterwithflame sforhairandwantsustobowtohis willandhandovertheGhos tbustersorhewillturnusallint ohorribleslavesoftheunderwor ld!" And somehow after all of that, she managed to let out another long, ear-piercing scream, which Maddie had to muffle again by covering her mouth.
"Whoa." Zack said. "That sure was a mouthful."
"I never knew London was capable of that many words at that kind of speed." Cody remarked.
Having a huge headache trying to make sense of what London just said, Maddie turned to Mr. Moseby and asked, "What's going on?"
"We have another ghost problem, that's all you need to know!" Moseby exclaimed, dialing the same number again and again. "Why in blazes can I reach them?"
"Who?" Cody asked him. "You mean the Ghostbusters?"
"No, the Power Rangers," said a sarcastic Moseby. "YES! OF COURSE I MEAN THE GHOSTBUSTERS!"
Maddie and Cody exchanged a worried look. "Uh, Mr. Moseby? You might want to consider someone else for this one." Maddie suggested.
"There's no one else to consider for something like this, not even that David Blane guy, and all he knows is how to stay in one place for twenty-four hours." Moseby said. "No, we need the Ghostbusters!"
Cody hesitated for a moment and then nervously said, "They're unavailable, Mr. Moseby."
Moseby stared at Cody blankly, as he hung up the phone. "What do you mean 'unavailable'?"
"I really think you should read this to refresh your memory, sir." Maddie said, as she went over to Moseby with the newspaper and handed it to him.
He took the newspaper and read the article that Maddie had pointed out to him. After spending a moment to realize what he was reading and remind himself of all this, Moseby dropped the newspaper, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and he collapsed right in front of Zack, Cody, Maddie, and London (who wasn't screaming so much anymore).
"Well, I think he took it rather well." Cody said.
Zack picked up the newspaper and gazed at the article. The heading above it had read, "First Anniversary of Ghostbusters' Retirement." It then went on to a whole retelling of an incident that occurred in December of 2007, shortly after the team defeated a ghost by the name of Vigo the Carpathian at the Museum of Natural History.
Man! I remember the whole night that happened, Zack thought.
One Year Ago…
Zack and Cody were bundled up in warm winter clothes, standing right next to Maddie, their mother, London, and Mr. Moseby, all waiting to see how the Ghostbusters were going to take care of the problem that stood in front of them. It was supposed to be the Museum of Natural History standing there; but, instead, it was a shell of purplish slime that, according to Sean Spengler, was reacting to the city's negative energy.
Going on this theory, Cody and Maddie encouraged the crowd to come together in singing a couple of uplifting songs to break this "slime shell." Cody had them singing "Cumbaya" and only managed to open a hole the size of a skateboard in the slime. Maddie suggested they sing "We're All in This Together" from High School Musical, but the slime only opened to (ironically) the size of a basketball.
"Wonder how it'd respond if we did 'Bop to the Top'?" Maddie wondered out loud.
"Maybe we should get Zac and Vanessa here!" London excitedly suggested.
"What good would that do?" Cody said. "Not even the John Williams London Symphony could crack open this shell."
There was a long pause of silence to mirror the hopelessness of the situation and then London asked, "But we could still get Zac and Vanessa over here, right?" Everyone, of course, just gawked at her oddly.
Close nearby, Alexis Embers was observing the scene, finding it eerily similar in a way to the incident that occurred at the Tipton Hotel a few years back—the only difference being the temperatures. Before it was a moderately warm day; but then and there, she felt like she was freezing her butt off. The things I'd go through just to see my heroes in action, she thought.
Earlier, Alexis and the others watched the Ghostbusters make an attempt at breaking the "slime shell" with their particle throwers. Bolts of proton energy struck the hardened slime, but not once penetrated through it. There was a force at work here that the Ghostbusters greatly underestimated. And even as they were still away somewhere, searching for a solution to their dilemma, Alexis wondered what could possibly be done here. It was obvious by now that this wouldn't be as easy as the Tipton Hotel.
Then she heard something in the distance that sounded a lot like singing, followed by heavy thumping noises (that caused mild tremors under their feet). As soon as she looked behind her, she noticed a humungous green shape appear around the corner. It was being escorted by the NYPD, who cleared the roads and made sure citizens were held back on the sidewalk by barricades. Soon everyone else was noticing this enormous figure as the music got louder and closer.
They could barely believe their eyes when they realized that this shape was in fact The Statue of Liberty!
"Whoa! There's something you don't see every day!" Maddie exclaimed.
"I thought I saw something like that the other day," said London.
"Was it on television?"
"Yeah."
"Then you haven't seen it every day, London!"
As the enormous statue stomped by them, Alexis could make out four figures inside the crown, seemingly operating the statue's movements from there. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that those figures were the Ghostbusters, using Lady Liberty as their secret weapon against the slime shell; but, as an extra boost of power, they had "When You Wish Upon A Star" playing over speakers set up inside the statue.
From what Alexis could tell, the song was being sung by more than one voice—male voices, to be exact; and it also sounded like it was being performed live from within the statue. Whatever the case might've been, it was definitely taking effect on the slime shell, as part of its top began to spread and reveal a skylight.
Kneeling beside the museum, the statue drew back its mighty right arm and smashed the skylight with its torch. This action was met with the thunderous cheer of the crowd of New Yorkers below. Cheering herself, Alexis watched with great excitement as the Ghostbusters each threw ropes out from the crown and slid down through the broken skylight.
Whoever they're busting tonight had better be saying their prayers, Alexis thought with a grin.
"Get away this moment, before you meet your impenetrable doom!" Jafar exclaimed, while he and Iago hid behind a larger-than-life, full-figure portrait of Vigo the Carpathian, a demented and sadistic sixteenth century despot with an incredibly powerful evil presence.
The Ghostbusters stood in a perfectly formed line, side-by-side to one another, aiming their Proton Guns and Slime Blowers (a new device, designed and worn by Sean and J.G., complete with a metal tank strapped to their backs and attached sprayers used to project streams of the psychomagnetheric "mood slime" they found below the city that was once negatively charged, but now positively charged). Their target was supposed to be Jafar, but were aiming at the painting instead.
"Get your ass out from behind there, Jaffie!" Kim demanded. "You've been a bad monkey!"
Jafar cringed at that remark. "Do I look like the type who wears a vest and ridiculously small hat?"
"Oh, nice comeback, Jafar!" Iago sarcastically said.
Diana rolled her eyes in despair. "This is so not how I want to spend my New Year's. First, we got thrown into a mental institution, trying to convince the mayor of the impending danger this city's facing. And now we're dealing with a guy who belongs in one."
"Yeah," J.G. uttered, and then added enthusiastically, "Hasn't this been the best night ever?!"
While Diana again rolled her eyes, Jafar and Iago peeked out from the left corner of the painting. As soon as she saw the white in their eyes, Kimberly opened fire and forced them to retreat back behind the portrait. The proton stream blew away a large chunk of the painting's side, leaving a charred hole there. Diana looked at the face of Vigo and could have sworn that the portrait cringed as soon after this attack occurred.
"You pitiful, miserable creatures!" Jafar yelled. "You dare to challenge the power of darkness? Don't you realize what you are dealing with?"
The Ghostbusters looked to one another and shrugged as they said, "No."
"Told ya they wouldn't get it." Iago whispered to Jafar.
"HE'S VIGO!" Jafar bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the entire museum. "He's the supreme sorcerer to conquer all sorcerers! I've learned much about dark magic from him! And tonight, after the clock strikes midnight, he will live again in this new century, taking the form of whomever he pleases! You four are like the buzzing of scarabs to him!"
The Ghostbusters weren't listening. Instead they began advancing towards the painting and Jafar, their weapons still aimed in their direction. However, the closer they got to the painting, the more it seemed like the man in it was popping out towards them in a very third-dimensional way.
It was evident to them that Vigo the Carpathian was actually moving out of the picture and advancing on the Ghostbusters, even towering over them. Their eyes widened, mesmerized by the sudden supernatural event. "You've got to be kidding me!" J.G. cried.
Immediately, Kimberly and Diana opened fire on the specter. Unfortunately, their proton stream merely bounced off Vigo's chest, striking portions of the room instead. Jafar and Iago stepped out from behind the now-blank painting and grinned, watching their adversaries face their doom.
"This is it, Iago." Jafar said. "We'll finally succeed where Hades and his pathetic god, Gozer the Gozerian, failed."
The Ghostbusters continued backing away from Vigo, as he opened his mouth wide, a fierce light of fiery blue energy emerging from it. He was about to unleash his incredible power over the Ghostbusters, until the sudden sound of radiant singing interrupted his control, extinguishing the energy inside his mouth and causing him to wince in pain.
Looking upward towards the skylight, they all noticed three young men standing in the crown of the Statue of Liberty, singing "When You Wish Upon A Star" louder and more jubilantly than before. These three young men turned out to be a group that Jafar and Iago were heavily familiar with.
"The Jonas Brothers?!" Iago exclaimed. "We're bein' defeated by the Jonas Brothers?! Are you kidding me here?!"
With the distraction in full effect, Kimberly and Diana stepped forward and again unleashed powerful proton streams from their guns. The blasts connected with Vigo's body and sent him reeling back towards the painting. As he was being sucked back inside, he reached forward and snatched the first thing that could have been some use to him: Jafar.
"My Lord! Wh-What are you…?" Jafar cried.
Iago, seeing was what happening, decided to take advantage of the fact that he had flight capabilities and headed away from his boss. "You're on your own here, Jafar!" He landed nearby on the head of a statue and watched Jafar's demise with a hint of interest.
Spengler and Stantz couldn't have cared less what happened to Jafar. All they wanted was to defeat Vigo before the Jonas Brothers could have possibly lost their voices. Together, they fired their Slime Blowers and hosed both Vigo and Jafar. Vigo bellowed as he dropped Jafar, and then he fell back into the painting.
"Whoa! That got 'im!" Kim said.
They watched as the paint melted off the canvas and ran onto the floor, revealing another painting underneath it. The other painting, as it turned out, was a beautiful portrait of two princesses dressed similarly to Cinderella and Princess Aurora (a.k.a. "Sleeping Beauty") with two princes kneeling down beside them both and taking them by the hands with roses in the other, all while dressed like Prince Charming and Prince Phillip. The princesses bore an uncanny resemblance to Kimberly (as Cinderella) and Diana (as Aurora), and the princes looked just like Sean (as Charming) and J.G. (as Phillip).
"Wow." Kim uttered. "Now there's an image I won't get outta my head anytime soon."
Meanwhile, Iago flew back over to Jafar, who was lying on the floor, covered with slime and humming joyfully to himself with an unusual smile on his face. "Yo, Jafar! You okay? Not that it really matters, I mind ya."
Jafar chuckled with glee as he said, "I'm groovy, Iaggy-baby."
"Iaggy-baby?!" The parrot remarked with complete confusion.
"In fact, I've never felt better in my life!" Jafar happily exclaimed, as he got to his feet and picked Iago up, giving him an enormous hug. "I love you, little fella! You're the best friend I've ever had!"
Iago struggled out of Jafar's embrace and hovered in the air, his entire feathery form covered in slime. He had a disgusted look on his face upon saying, "I really hope they got therapy in prison, 'cause I'm seriously gonna need some after this."
With their mission completed, the Ghostbusters looked up towards the crown of Lady Liberty. Kimberly gave them a thumb up and said, "Nice work, boys. You really burnt up that ghost with that song."
Joe Jonas had a thoughtful look on his face, scratching his chin and staring off into space. "A song about burnin' up ghosts? You know, we could make an instant hit with that."
Nick and Kevin both gave him odd looks. "Are you kidding me? Who'd want to hear a song about burning up ghosts?" Nick inquired.
"Who'd want to hear a song about burning up anything?" Kevin stated. "That's just got 'wrong' written all over it."
Joe rolled his eyes with exasperation. "It was just an idea, guys."
"Well, yeah, and it was a horrible idea." Kevin retorted.
As the brothers started to bicker amongst each other in the head of the Statue of Liberty, the Ghostbusters just gawked at them for a long moment and then turned to each other. Then they looked behind them to see the love-crazed Jafar chasing Iago all around the museum, trailing slime everywhere.
"Oh, my goodness." Diana uttered.
Spengler took out his P.K.E. Meter and gazed at the readings for a while. He then told the others, "You know, that slime shell disappeared as soon as we stopped Vigo. We can leave at any time."
"Awesome idea." J.G. said.
"Yeah, I'm with ya'll on that one." Kim acknowledged before the team headed towards the exit and departed from the museum, greeted by the much more soothing sound of their cheering public. Once again, the Ghostbusters had saved the day…and the world.
As just like before, Alexis Embers was there to witness it all. Unfortunately, it would be the last time she and anyone else would.
Present Day
Zack was so lost in thought that he totally missed the fact that his brother had been calling his name repeatedly for the past several minutes. Only when he waved his hand out in front of him did he snap out of his flashback. "Wh…Huh?!"
"I believe I just set the record for the number of times I've said 'Zack' for sixty minutes straight." Cody sarcastically said. "You must've been thinking of something awfully good to miss what Mr. Moseby just did."
"What? Did he do cartwheels like that time he found out Mr. Tipton was giving him a raise?" Zack asked.
"No, he just called the only available ghost-hunting team in New York to substitute for the ones that quit last year." Cody said. "The original Ghostbusters: Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy."
Zack cringed. "That was the best he could do? Those guys are like the great-grandfathers of ghost hunters."
"Well, it was the best we can do. Ajax Ghost Exterminators have been in business for nearly seventy-one years now, and just came out of mid-retirement on their seventieth anniversary last year."
"And that's supposed to make us feel better how?"
At that moment, someone came through the revolving door at the hotel entrance and was spun around so quickly in it that he flew out and soared several feet, crashing into a nicely decorated table. It turned out that this clumsy figure was Goofy, one-third of Ajax Ghost Exterminators.
Cody and Zack immediately rushed to his aid. "Are you alright?" Cody asked with great concern.
"Relax, dude." Zack said. "It's just Goofy."
Goofy tipped his green hat to Zack and Cody and said, "Ajax Ghost Exterminators at your service!"
Cody could barely contain his joy at meeting the animated figure. "Oh, wow! This is a real honor, sir! I've never met a living legend before!"
"Sure you have." Zack contradicted. "Remember when you freaked out over—"
"Can we please not go there?!" Cody quickly interjected.
Soon Mickey and Donald entered the hotel, having quite the opposite expressions on their faces: Mickey's was more joyous, while Donald was somewhat fierce. "Anybody seen any ghosts?" Mickey asked with excitement, feeling glad to be back in action after so long.
Mr. Moseby approached the two characters and smiled as he told them, "Welcome! Welcome! We are so glad to have you here! It is always a pleasure to have the greatest American icons here at the Tipton."
"Just tell us where the ghost is." Donald gruffly said.
Despite the duck's crazy semi-intelligible speech, Moseby knew right away from the look on his face that this was all business with him, not pleasure. "They're on the rooftop."
"C'mon, fellas." Mickey told his teammates, as he held his shotgun ready. "We've got work to do."
The three ghost-hunters headed over to the nearest elevator and climbed inside. As the doors closed in front of them, Cody, Zack, and Moseby each gave them a thumb up. Just after the doors closed, Zack uttered, "They're gonna get annihilated, aren't they?"
"They don't even have a prayer." Moseby remarked.
Cody gawked at the both of them and shook his head in disgust. "O ye of little faith," he said.
"O ye who're about to get their butts kicked." Zack bantered, walking off and leaving a hopeful Cody feeling suddenly nervous. As a last minute decision, he rushed over to an elevator that had just opened and climbed in, heading to the rooftop himself.
END OF CHAPTER TWO