Disclaimer: PoM and VV do not belong to me.

Exiting the docks ended up with the unlikely duo on the far side of a city street. Skipper blinked, staring in confusion at a rocket stuck in the wall with flames still roaring from it's ignition. Behind him, Vince stared at a gaping hole in the wall, noting the smoking edges and massive amount of rockets behind it. Didn't take a genius to realize what happened there.

"There are gates that must fall if you are to continue your quest," Charmaine forewarned, "Two surely gas pumps rule this intersection. Be careful! They will do their best to stop you."

Commuting down the road itself was easy, in spite of Charmaine's warning. About halfway down, Vince stopped, squinting his one good eye to get a better view of something moving up a flight of stairs. He then looked back. Skipper had continued on without him... no surprise. Shrugging, Vince hopped up the stairwell, to a center of a plaza area. Behind him unknown gates slid shut. Dozens of Fly-Frogs poured out from all directions.

Vince stared straight ahead, "Oh, wonderful..."

Meanwhile, far up the road, Skipper was hiding behind a trash can. He turned to Vince, "Okay, we need to come up with a plan of- Vince?" He looked around in confusion, "Vince? Oh well," The penguin shrugged. Approaching the gas pumps, Skipper barely had the time to dodge as the pumps began throwing random things at him. Using the skills that made him a penguin commando made it a simple task to dodge the debris, "Hey, what's your problem?" He snapped at them.

"What's your problem, short stuff?" One snapped right back. The other chuckled.

Skipper growled, "I have no time for this. Let's just blow them up!" Skipper produced the magical blue orb in his flippers, turning it several times in his grasp. Both gas pumps' widened their eyes in fear as the blue orb soared upward from Skipper's wings... and backwards, into the street alleyways. Skipper slapped his forehead as the formerly cowering pumps laughed, "Right. I need Vince. Better go find him."

Several blocks down, Vince was currently backing away from the crowd of strange Fly-Frog mutations, "Now, now..." Vince grinned, "Why don't we all just have a nice, calming talk over tea and scones?" Vince smiled meekly. The Fly-Frogs narrowed their eyes and began closing in on him. Vince covered his face with his hands. Before he could scream, though, a blue orb descended from the sky at a rapid speed. Vince stared at it, "Oh yeah... AHH!" The blue orb materialized into a chain saw, successfully slicing Vince into a dozen little pieces. The magic flowed. All the Fly-Frogs also screamed in horror as their flesh was torn into pieces.

Just as the gates opened, Skipper entered the plaza, "What are you doing lying around, soldier? We've got work to- Oh, you found a voodoo icon," Skipper absorbed it, either missing or ignoring the glare he got from Vince when he slapped him across the back of the head, "Well done. Now, how do you propose we take on those gas pumps?"

"Gas..." Skipper could see the light bulb going off in Vince's head, "You stall them! I have an idea!"

Skipper frowned as Vince bolted down the long, winding city road, "Wait... what?"

"Just trust me!"

The penguin didn't really have a choice. He made his way back up to the square, where the pumps had gotten no politer.

"Hey, short stuff. Back for more?" One taunted, launching a wrench at the penguin. Skipper neatly dodged it. The taunts and throwing and dodging just continued for a while. Skipper glanced back down the alleyway. Where was Vince? The glance cost him precious time. A wrench hit him square in the cheek. Skipper growled.

The pumps laughed loudly and obnoxiously, "How'd ya like that, short stuff?" the leader of the pumps taunted, "Yer about as tough as a cupcake, bird brain!" Now, rest assured, Skipper did have an incredibly witty and amazing comeback planned. He really did. He just never got the chance to use it.

"Sorry I'm late," Vince hopped down from some unseen ledge, "Took me a while to figure out how to do this," Skipper glanced back at Vince, whom he was shocked to see was on fire. Apparently voodoo dolls were as fire-proof as they were not water-proof. The pumps obviously didn't think highly of the doll, laughing in his face. Vince merely stepped up to the pumps and touched the puddle of gas surrounding them.

The pumps continued laughing until one of them smelled smoke. They both became alarmed at the fire, tried to get away, then remembered that they were gas pumps and screamed as they exploded into lots and lots of pieces, flying all over the square, "Someone's been sloppy with the gas," Vince noted with a smirk, doing a little victory dance.

"Couldn't have happened to two nicer guys," Skipper agreed, dodging a gas can that landed along with the other debris. Then the heavier stuff came on. Vince grabbed Skipper and pulled him away from the large falling metal. There, in the metal, was the leader of the pumps... well, his face at least. He glared up at them.

"I'm gonna kick your butts, wimps!" The pump stated meekly.

Skipper shook his head and walked away. Vince sighed, before following. The two approached a large cement roller parked to the side of the gas pumps' square, "Hmm... out of gas," He noticed.

"Maybe we can use this!" Vince carried over the gas can dropped by the pumps. Working together, the duo filled the tank and climbed to the top of the roller. Just up ahead was the gate Madam Charmaine said must fall. Between them and that was the beheaded gas pump, "This is gonna be fun," The doll smirked evilly, starting the machine. Skipper took the wheel and Vince moved to work the petals.

"You're not so tough," The gas pump snapped as they started the vehicle.

Skipper just smirked at him. The giant machine started moving

"I... rule!" He yelled, only to get flattened seconds later by the oncoming roller.

Vince cupped his hand over where his ear would be if he had one, "I'm sorry? Speak up, I can't hear you..." The doll then turned to continue working the petals, only to notice Skipper abandoning ship. Upon noticing they were about to crash into the gate himself, he jumped off the roller with a quick, "Ahh!" The gateway was now open. Vince glared at Skipper.

"What?" The penguin asked. Vince just sighed and moved forward, with the Skipper following. Behind them, the crushed gas pump's eyes looked around quickly, wondering just what had happened.

...okay. There you go. Hope you liked it.