We walked into my secret lair. It was a big room, with a big black couch, blue walls, a blue shag carpet, and a flatscreen TV. "What is this place?" Corey asked. "Well, it was supposed to be a Grojband museum, after your false death." I answered. I kept many Grojband artifacts there, including their instruments, the superhero costumes from "Super Zeroes", the remains of Planty from "One Plant Band", The bear suits from "Zoohouse Rock", The evil helmet from "Helmet", a flash drive containing the music video from "Dreamreaver", and other artifacts. One stood out among the others. That blue star of evil that made Trina queen. I hated that star with all of my soul, mind and heart. I locked it in a four-layered box. "Hey! You have our instruments!" Kin and Kon exclaimed. Corey gasped in shock of something he saw. "Reg! You bought me a new guitar, just like my old one!" Corey exclaimed. "It's the least I could do to rebuke Trina's action." I replied, remembering the fiendish action she pulled that caused all this. "So, how should we make our big return?" Laney asked, sarcastically. Corey had an idea. "You know, Trina's been living the good life ever since that flood." Corey said. "Fame, fortune, glamour!" Corey exclaimed. "I see where this is going!" Kon said to Kin. "Now, if Grojband returned, we'd steal the spotlight, and Queencess Trina will be old news!" Corey exclaimed. "Good idea, boss!" I exclaimed. "So, what do you call this place?" Kon asked. "You know, I'm not sure." I said. "How about...The Grojcave!" Corey exclaimed. "Good name!" I replied. We decided to watch a movie and have a celebration for the reunion of Grojband. We decided to sleep over at my lair, so that we could remain undetected.
8 Hours Later...
We walked out of the sewer and onto the sidewalk, to the bus, and boarded. The members of Grojband were still disguised. The bus was bustling with chatter about The Newmans, and their new song "No, I Won't Play", which was the song Corey and the band played on the collapsing dam. "Well, I think The Newmans suck, to be honest!" Corey exclaimed, disguised as Nolan Jefferson. "If Trina says The Newmans are good, EVERYONE has to think The Newmans are good." A student informed Corey. "Say, do I know you from anywhere? Your voice sounds REALLY familiar." The student said. "The Newmans concert is today, actually." Another student told Corey. "TODAY?" Kin exclaimed. The whole bus looked at him. "Not that there's anything bad about it." Kin said with a fake smile. The bus rolled up at Elementary High and we got ready to prepare a plan. "Hey Lanes, do you still have some knockout darts from Brazil?" I asked. "I have four, why?" Laney asked. I pointed to the Newmans walking into the school. "Ohhh...That's a bad idea!" Laney exclaimed. "It'll bring us back." I replied as I took the darts and went on my mission.
I snuck into the band room where the Newmans were practicing and tuning their instruments. "So, we just have to play the songs Corey wrote, and we'll be more famous than Grojband ever was!" Carrie exclaimed. "I don't know about this. Seems sketchy." Larry replied, quietly. "They're dead anyways." Kim told Larry, when she fell asleep. "Kim?" Konnie asked when she fell asleep too. "Okay, this is REALLY freaking me out!" Larry started freaking out when a dart hit him in the back of the neck. "Ooh...That's better." Larry droned as he fell asleep. "What's going on?" Carrie asked. I snuck up behind her. "Surprise!" I yelled as I stuck a dart in her shoulder. I snuck out of the band room and locked the door, taking care of the Newmans so that I could hold an assembly.
Two hours later...
Mayor Mellow, who also happened to be the principal, had an announcement to say. "The Newmans concert at 1:30 has been canceled." He said. "Sure hurts to be them." He joked. "Anyways, Reggie Kingsley, who you all know as "That Guy who our overlord Queencess Trina hates, will be holding his own assembly." Mayor Mellow spoke. All the students except for the disguised band walked to the auditorium. Trina was being carried in her rickshaw, to a private balcony in the auditorium with a golden throne fit for The Pope. Nick Mallory was with her, as he was invited, and Mina fetched her snacks. "Can I have a break now?" Mina asked. "No. Get us more popcorn." Trina snarled. "Y-yes Trina." Mina replied. I walked up to the stage, ready to give these people the freedom they deserve with one awesome show.