Author's Note: Hello all you people and welcome back; first of all, I want to apologize for the delay once again: it took me as much as a few months to publish this chapter because I got distracted and I was rushing to have it published earlier ago but this was not the case. Anyways, now that I'm back, this chapter will now focus back onto Ella for the time being; in addition, more characters will be joining in as well.

Disclaimer: Yin Yang Yo belongs to Bob Boyle but not Disney; then again, none of the other characters belong to Disney either. Thank you.

Preliminary Induced Reduction

Before long, it was now official clear that night had fallen as always, just as it did before and will long after; of course, this night was special for a reason: rather than just going straight on home, Ella found herself in a rather large location that outmatched her very humble home in question. Compared to it, the tangerine feline was currently seeing commercial establishments off in the distance, separated by mere chains yet buzzing with the life of electricity itself permeating in them. For as far as she could tell, they would be an amalgamated collection of retail stores, restaurants, and even gas stations within the line of sight, either ready to shutdown, bursting with people, or rewired every cycle. Ella just rested against the smooth pewter boulders that were reshaped into walls, its texture proving to be beneficial for her support leaning upon the very structure behind. A tired look was drowning the impatient violet visage as they watched the moon and the stars scattering across the midnight sky frontier, a setting significant of a shooting star that the feline should see soon enough. For the time being, she was perhaps alone not a colleague by either side or the employer overlooking the margin.

At last, Ella found her eyes being greeted by the oncoming sight of some familiar faces from the place that she had seen long ago: amongst the sea of faces were none other than Chucky, Bob, Ultimoose, Smoke, Saranoia, and Ken. Alongside them were a few others, a quartet consisting of two boys and two girls walking with them altogether towards the tangerine feline's stationary position, one of them was a Rottweiler. As such, the rest of the quartet still had their respective identities to be concern.

The first face of the quartet was a pale white roe whom was very immaculate and antiseptic, free from the elements that would come to do its cleanliness harm as the moonlight illuminated the fur. Instead of any antlers, there was some rather short light blue hair, an aspect which has surely shown that the individual's gender was the opposite of the moose. The roe's irises were a blood red, matching her stringy tie; in fact, they were the same color as Ultimoose's eyes albeit of a brighter shade and a larger size. Only the tip of her muzzle was covered in blackness, matching a crystalline nighttime sky in contrast to its contents. The white roe had on a plain white t(ee) despite being overlapped by a thick pair of suspenders from an otherwise long green skirt. Some black squeaky clean shoes were being worn on her own two feet in the shape of her cloven hooves.

The second one was an orange jaguar whom was also a female like the minority present and accounted for at this very moment. She had on a pair of blue eyes that harmonized with the now darkening atmosphere, once a home to the golden sun and the clouds with silver lining now crystalline by the moon and stars. On the jaguar's body was a thick yellow dress that was adorned over her very fur, held by thin straps and reaching down to her own knees. Her feet were dressed with bright crimson sandals, matching the rather wide bow that was already tangled around the neckline.

The third face was a dark brown elk with spots of blackness around the way; of course, the color of such fur was not the only piece of difference standing out amongst the small crowd. For starters, one thing that could be told apart from the roe were a pair of antlers, making this individual the same gender as the other males; however, they were thinner and showing signs of a biological nature compared to the ones belonging to Ultimoose. In contrast to the dark fur on the elk's body, there was also snow white shirt neatly adorned on his very torso and buttoned over a triangular patch of teal in its wake. On his lower half was but a pair of black pants being held together and upward snugly by a thick belt, devoid of both excess pressure and extra room in an instant already. Around the left radius was the elk's very one wristwatch, a gray scarp of metal fitted in place by dark blue straps as the green light emitted from underneath the small glass dome. Like the jaguar, he too had on a pair of blue eyes but they were on the other hand both of a darker shade, just like the very skies hovering above them all. Unlike the roe whom had become present and accounted for, his hooves were clothed in a scale of grayness, much befitting for the ash like snow.

They now all stood kindly before Ella Mental, circling about with but a commonplace expression of restrained excitement quickly growing accustomed to each and every one of these faces at once. "So this must be the Sugar Bowl Alley you all have been talking about…?" the elk spoken up with little hesitation whatsoever, the first to stop in his tracks out of many others. The dog mole soon joined in with a bit of confidence emitting from within, "well yeah Shawn; Tony and I were talking about it just yesterday evening while these four took the graveyard shift." "Way to go in reminding us, Kenny…" the telepath thought silently in annoyance before focusing her attention on the others, "so what do we do now; are we going to stand here all night or what…?" "We were going to ask you the same thing; we know that you've been dying to see us the whole time you were standing there…" the jaguar had reply slyly. The canine in the tracksuit soon said quickly, "well it doesn't matter anyway; since that we are all here I say let's GET PSYCHED UP ALREADY!" "Now he is speaking ULTIMOOSE'S language!" the eponymous individual screamed with little warning, flexing every single one of his very muscles in the process, "CRUSH ALL THE WEAKLINGS!"

Hiding away the signs of impatience, Ella started to lead them all inside from her, giving the entire group a glimpse of what the place looked like on the inside the moment they entered the building which had been named. The ceiling had an elaborate display of flashing lights made out from its spectrum born of a counterstrike from a long classical piece of literature. The background of the very annex was nothing more but clashes of purple and pink intertwined with aquamarine illustrated by the twists and turns of stripes, whirls, and concentric circles that told the tale of an extensive debate from another world in (cyber)space. The flooring was but a basic series of dark colored tiles where its own surfaces soundly felt any and all footwear trampling about in all speeds and directions whatsoever. Aside from the otherwise faint footfalls here and there, sounds of machinery whirring about and the collisions of woodwork permeating throughout their own ears, a chorus that sang and shouted to its own rhythm of an ephemeral sunlight aria while the actual music became an eternal moonlight sonata in the backdrop. All that remained in front of them was a desk with only a single employee within the line of eyesight and from the average level of contact nonetheless.

The said employee in question was just merely a feminine vermillion gopher within their own height range already. She had some blond hair on her head that glowed like the golden sun with some of the parted strands of its all being painted black to create a dark dawn. The gopher wore a small green hat over the treasury tresses, matching the vest over her gray blouse and the sarong altogether. Those small eyes of hers were but only just a rich light shade of sky blue irises circle strafing around the black pupils filled with only life and love. The gopher's body was slender yet her bosoms were almost nonexistent and small because her youth; in fact, she was younger than many of those people in the large group altogether albeit somewhat attentive. Aside from that and whatnot, her face was proven to be cheery; a bright smile glistening with the ivory whiteness called hygiene.

It wasn't long when the gopher found herself attracting the attention of the individual eleven at once, eyes facing forward from the standing position already as the former became ready to speak. "Good evening and welcome to the Sugar Bowl Alley; how may I be of assistance for you all?" the gopher greeted them all with such a gracefully demeanor. The tangerine telepath answered the teenager with another question, "yes, we had all came here to play a game; but, I have a question to ask: how much is it for about a dozen people?" "Typically, it's usually three kachings per person for the solo campaign and forty for a ten person tryst," the gopher spoke as she calculated the total amount with the register in front for all to see before reaching to the conclusion, "from the look of things that would bring your total to at least forty–two kachings." "Wait now, forty–two kachings; why pick this rip-off joint on an establishment when it could have been spent on groceries instead?!" a response came from an (un)expected source, the maize vampire whom was starting to sear with anger. Unfazed yet somewhat accosted by this sudden outburst belonging to Smoke, the attendant spoke back less jauntily, "well since this is the weekend, many people tend to come here for quality time; however, we do offer special discounts for high school and college students." "Ah, I see then; in any case, I would like to apologize for my outburst from seconds earlier," the maize vampire said, tilting her head downwards towards the gopher in question gently, "please accept this piece of currency as compensation…" "Okay then we about set up: you're all in lanes fifty–four and fifty–five; I hope you have a good game tonight…" the attendant reply, removing the green paper from the consumer's hands at once.

Needless to say, this was only the beginning of another night this time no longer in a home nonetheless; for that, only Ella had this to say silently: "I hope so… for your sake…"

Author's Note: Well that's about it for now but please stay tuned for more on this story as we await the bowling that will take place soon enough; in the meantime, expect further delays en route so I'm hitting X now, goodbye...!