"Guys! Hurry, we got to go!" Max commanded, walking around the house, hitting a wooden spoon to a big pan.

"We're going as fast as we can! Some of these bombs are heavier then you think." Gazzy said, as he stuffed his jacket with bombs of all sizes.

Iggy was doing the same, though he was going quicker, and trying to get done.

Max turned to Fang and Angel, who were packing granola bars for the flight to Arkansas. "Good job." she said, as she saw the, 'We're going as fast as we can' look that Fang was giving her.

She put the pan and spoon down, and grabbed some of the bombs, shoving them in her pocket. "There, you're done. C'mon."

They got up, both showing no signs of carrying bombs whatsoever. how they do that, Max would never know.

Max turned to Angel and Fang again, who were both started with backpacks around their frontal torso.

"Are we all set to go?" Max asked.

"Set." Everyone said at once.

"Good, let's go." Max said, in a fierce voice, but as they all started to the door, Dr. Martinez came rushing down the stairs, grabbing Max's shoulder.

"Hold on, one second." she said, checking Max over.

"Mom! We need to save Nudge, and you're holding us up!" Max said, in a winy voice.

"But you were having troubles breathing only two weeks ago, I have to do this, for your health."

Max pouted, but let her mom finish the check up.

"Can we go now?" Max asked, frowning.

"Fine. But call me if anything goes wrong."

"How?"

"Here." Dr. Martinez handed Max her cell phone. "Your number is in here."

"O-kay, then." Max said, taking the cell phone, and shoving it in the pocket that didn't have the bombs. "Okay, love you mom, we'll see you in about a day or two." she said.