"So this is Africa," Snaptrap looked around, excited to be in a new country.

"S-s-south Africa, to be precise," offered Keswick as he sorted some papers, "We're just outside of S-s-s-soweto."

"Alright everyone," called the Chief, standing on top of Keswick's nose, "We're going to split into teams. Keswick will give each team a list of streets and shops where the Rodentiuses have been spotted and a wrist translator/communicator so you can ask the locals if they've seen 'em and call the rest of us if you spot 'em."

Everyone began to assemble into teams. Snaptrap, Larry, Ollie, Lucia, Mole, and Kitty were given a list of seven streets between 1st and 7th Avenue. Bad Dog, Leather Teddy, Josie, Jacinta, Keswick, and the Chief took Avenues 8th through 14th. Then they headed into the city.

Keswick was thrilled to be in a team with Jacinta. The hedgehog was pretty. Since Keswick was a bit shy around girls, he figured speaking to a girl who only spoke Spanish would not understand him and so could not respond negatively to anything he said, giving him practise and helping him overcome his fear of girls. Every time he saw her, one of her friends from Las Banditas was around to translate, so he was not aware that Jacinta did actually understand English.

"So, they're looking for Phineus!" BirdBrain said from his hiding place behind a boulder. "But that still doesn't explain why Snaptrap quit being evil," responded the Chameleon, shapeshifting from a bush.

"Well, we'll have to keep following them! Duck!" Owl and the henchwomen ducked. "This is what I have to deal with on a daily basis!" BirdBrain complained to the Chameleon.

Kitty and her team could not keep their heads in one direction, looking all around for the two missing rats. When they came to 5th Avenue, they noticed that traffic had stopped. Two groups were in the middle of the street, throwing stones, machetes, broken bottles and other such missiles at each other. The team walked over for a closer look.

One of the warring groups was made up of a leopard lady, a dark-colored lizard lady, a tiger, a hyena, an African penguin, a hippo, a meerkat, and a warthog. The group was shouting at the other side, every once in a while yelling, "AMANDLA MONGOLS!" The other team was clustered together, with only a lion, a zebra, and a giraffe noticeable. They would answer "amandla mongols" with "AMANDLA TOMAHAWKS!" (Amandla means "Power is"). Suddenly the tiger threw a stone, and a shout from the Tomahawk side caused a brief pause in the fight. Kitty and her team walked towards them for a better look. The zebra had hauled a dog with his eye cut out onto his back and ran away, presumably to get his friend to a doctor.

"YOU SONS A' GUNS IMMA BUTCHER Y'ALL!" called a familiar voice among the Tomahawks as a gray rat jumped up, throwing a broken bottle at the Mongols.

"FINNY!" Kitty, Snaptrap and Lucia shouted at the same time. The two were glad to find their missing friend before realizing he could easily be killed in the fight. Kitty and the guys pulled out blasters, firing just short of the Mongols to scare them away. It worked, but they earned some nasty glares from the retreating enemy.

"HEY YOU GUYS!" Finny shouted delightfully as he ran over, squeezing his friends in a hug.

"Hey yourself, bro!" laughed Snaptrap, trying to out-squeeze his new brother-in-law. He let go when he saw another rat walking up to them. This rat had white fur and a slightly bushy muzzle, which thinned just before connecting to the head. The rat otherwise looked very much like his son. "Hello, Mr. Rodentius," said Snaptrap, holding a hand out to his father-in-law.

"You can call me Dad now, Verm," Phillip smiled, pulling Snaptrap into a hug. "Hello, Kitty. My, you've grown," Phillip continued, shaking Kitty's hand. Finny introduced his father to the rest of the group.

Then the old rat turned to the Tomahawks, "And these are my friends, Shikibu Simba the lion and boss, Jarvas Mabaso the giraffe, Pietus Vilakazi the cat, and Jackson Mandleve the bull." The Tomahawks each nodded as they were named. Then Phillip introduced Kitty and her team to them. Then Shikibu invited everyone to his gang's shack on Radhi Street, a block over. Kitty called the Chief, telling his team to meet them there, then they all left.

BirdBrain and his group had lost sight of Snaptrap when they were bowled over by a gang of natives. The leopard quickly returned to her feet, then began helping Ewe and Holy Cow get up. The tiger did the same for BirdBrain, the penguin for Owl and Duck. Chameleon got up on his own, spotting a fly. He shot his tongue at it, but instead of catching the fly it got tangled with another tongue; the dark lizard had also tried to catch the fly. The lizards' tongues quickly tried to pull back, drawing the two reptiles into a head collision. They sat on the ground, rubbing their heads and staring at each other bashfully.

"Uh, thowy abahd thath," the Chameleon blushed.

"Um not hurth," responded the dark lizard, untying their tongues. When they were free they stood up.

"We all must apologize," said the leopard in a silky voice, "We were in a hurry to return home."

"It's quite alright, madame," answered BirdBrain, cleaning off his spectacle.

"You is not from here?" asked the tiger, putting an arm around the leopard.

"No, we're from America," Chameleon answered, still staring at the lizard lady. She blushed and looked down at her feet.

"I am Koloko," the leopard spoke up after glancing at the reptiles a moment, "the tiger is Sundiata and the leezard is Wangero. Who are you?"

After the Americans introduced themselves, Koloko asked if they were staying in Soweto. "We were following an old friend without his knowing, but we've lost sight of him," answered BirdBrain. "He's a rat, and he was with some other people."

Koloko's eyes sparkled a moment in anger, but instantly she smiled, "If you not have place to stay, you are welcome in our house." Seeing no alternatives, the Americans accepted the invitation and followed the Mongols home.

(A.N. I got the idea of the gang fight and some of the African names from Mark Mathabane's book Kaffir Boy and will continue to use ideas from that book.)