They got back to the shack and passed through the small room Dr. D was sitting in, recording his usual morning radio. As they went into the other to get ready, The Girl followed, grabbing her radio and taking it with her, to make sure she wouldn't miss out on any of the show. In the other room, Party Poison pulled on his characteristic jacket, the leather fitting snugly atop his shoulders. He bent over, his foot resting on a nearby wooden chair, and laced up his boots tightly, checking they wouldn't come undone. He slid his gun in the holster he had wrapped around his right thigh, and pulled his pale, washed out jeans up - it would be no good if they fell down in the middle of a fight with some S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S. Dr. D's voice echoed throughout the room, coming from the radio The Girl clutched in her hands. Fun Ghoul wrapped his scarf around his neck, covering his mouth, both to hide his face and protect it from the sand that would be blown into their faces with even the slightest bit of wind. He slid his green laser gun into the holster he kept hooked over his shoulder and tucked under his armpit, making it easier for him to access it quickly. On the other side of the room, Kobra Kid pulled on his red leather jacket over the thin yellow shirt he was wearing. Then wedged his hands into the leather gloves that were slowly getting smaller. The Girl handed Jet Star his gun, smiling up at him, he smiled back, tucking it into his own holster he also hand under his arm. Just about to leave, they all grabbed their sunglasses, it was a hot and sunny day and if they were going to do what they had planned, they'd need to be able to see.