The mission goes on! (and so does the deceit).

Episode 1: Part 2

"Over there, that's the boathouse!" Rosalina told them, stopping Wendy from running past the wooden pathway that extended out from the main dock, located adjacent to the Durian Café. The three of them ran onto the dock and entered into the isolated house, much to the surprise of the boatman.

"Why, hello hello," greeted the raccoon, apparently the owner of the building. "You three are here to give me blue coins, hmm?"

"Hi, we're actually looking for items for this auction we're going to hold," Goombella explained, looking at the numerous items upon the single shelf behind him. She looked perplexed, along with Wendy and Rosalina.

"Are you looking for shine sprites?" he questioned. "Why, that's all I can give you. This is a boat house."

"Wait, what?" Wendy said, baffled. "So this isn't a souvenir shop?" As the boatman shook his head, Wendy turned to Rosalina questionably.

Wendy: Rosalina brought us all the way to a building saying that it was a souvenir shop where we could easily get stuff, but it turned out not to be one at all.

"Oh, I must have been mistaken," Rosalina told them in realization, looking around at the interior of the building, "But I'm certain there's a souvenir shop around here somewhere in Delfino Plaza" The tanooki raccoon looked as confused as ever.

"You girls seem to be in a frantic situation, I see," he told them. "Do you want items?"

"Yes, we're looking for objects for an auction," Rosalina went on. "We're playing a game, and our goal is to find objects for this auction at the end of a party we're hosting---" She stopped as the boatman turned around and reached for one of the objects upon the shelf, as the three females exchanged excited glances of triumph.

"Oh, thank you greatly!" Goombella said with appreciation, as the generous Tanooki turned around with an odd object in his hands.

"Ahh, I hope you like this," he said almost proudly, putting upon the desk a glass bottle with a blue-colored coin within it. He lifted it up and gave it a shook, then held it up to their eyes so they could see it better.

"An impossible situation!" he said with a grin, as the three players of them smiled, all but Wendy smiling in artificial agreement. He handed it to Wendy.

"Thanks, sooo much!" Wendy exclaimed with satisfaction. "We can really use this for the auction. One for five!" Her eyes then caught onto another object, located at the very left end of the shelf. It was a ceramic figure of a dolphin.

"Can we..have that?" Wendy said, her eyes gleaming with admiration at the small figure. The boatman seemed surprised.

Goombella: Wendy just wanted that figurine so badly, but I knew she was wasting time because no way would a guy be willing to give two items away in like, less than a minute.

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily need it anymore," he said with uncertainty, "but at the same time, I wouldn't necessarily give it to you for free." Goombella suddenly jumped up with her last resort idea, and fished out a handful of red coins from her back pocket.

"I brought some money just in case," Goombella stated, counting the value of the money she was holding. "Is…twenty-six coins enough for you to give that to us?" It only took the raccoon a momentary pause to accept the offer. After the trade, the three players left the building, two items richer.

"Oh, I wish I had brought some money with me," Rosalina said regretfully. Wendy took out the three coins from her jacket.

"I'm usually richer than this," she said, handing the money to Goombella. Goombella declined.

"Okay, if you want to say it like that," Wendy told her, "then I guess I'm forced to buy lunch then." The three of them laughed, stepping onto the main dock and continuing their exploration for unwanted items.

"Yes, thank you!" an excited tourist lady told Diddy, grabbing a flier from Vivian's hand before she could properly hand it to her. The lady immediately darted off, assumingly to her significant other in hopes of his approval.

"It's a wonderful island," Luvbi said, lying to a tourist who had asked her if she had ever been to the party location before. "In the midst of this very morning to be truthful, we tested the rich, fertile ground and determined that it was in fulsome condition. It's just splendid."

"An island with rich…fertile ground?" the tourist repeated, bewildered, "Err, thanks. I'll…consider it." He took a flier from her and left, as Luvbi looked after him with a glance of dissatisfaction.

"I hope you haven't been saying that to everyone," Diddy said, as the crowd around them seemed to disappear. They approached the state of popularity in where only once every half-minute would a passing individual be willing to take a flier from them, either to read it with interest or in hopes of making it into the best paper airplane.

Vivian: Luvbi talked to some of the tourists she gave fliers out to, which makes me believe that perhaps she may have said some things to convince them not to go to the party. If she were the Mole.

"You can make really good paper airplanes with these," Diddy commented, grabbing a flier from the floor and folding it. Vivian thought of the idea and giggled.

"Then the word would spread to other people if the party advertisements were to fly through the air," she said thoughtfully. Diddy finished his constructing, and with curiosity on its ability to sail through the air, threw the paper airplane towards the end of the dock. Unsurprisingly, this was seen by more than one person.

"Hey, no littering here!" hollered a Koopa-Troopa wearing a boater hat, standing just a few feet away from their spot and pointing an accusing finger at Diddy. "You, the monkey! I saw that."

"I was sending this to you!" Diddy convinced him, trying to turn the appearance of his random action into a seemingly good cause. "Want to join the party?"

"I've gotten that advertisement numerous times," he ridiculed, "for that party on a deserted island." Luvbi's mouth dropped wide open as Diddy took a step towards the conceited city local.

Luvbi: Diddy started this fight one hour into our game, and he was simply going to blow. Probably from all the stress built up on him, because I myself felt a tone degraded from passing out fliers. It's a peasant's job.

"Hey!" Diddy shouted back, giving the Koopa-Troopa his most threatening glare, one that not even Vivian found the slightest of menacing, "I challenge you to a party competition! Most players that attend to their party wins. Unless you want to chicken out!"

"In another life perhaps," Luvbi told Diddy, pulling him back, "but right now, stop being absurd, hush, and help us win this game instead of bringing unwanted attention towards us." Diddy's opponent gave him a dry laugh, then coughed slightly.

"I would if I were forced to," the Koopa-Troopa said, then walked off.

"I'm not being forced to do this either! This is a game! I can do anything! Anything that you can't do! Ha, I won already!" Luvbi brought the fuming Diddy back to their stand.

As soon as the net was set up, Wario and Bobbery began testing their so-called masterpiece. In order to do so, they challenged each other to a brief one-on-one volleyball game.

Score: Wario- 7, Bobbery- 1

"Oomph!," Bobbery grunted, as the ball landed directly on the sand in front of him before he could attempt his dive. "Volleyball is rather rough on me." He tossed it back to Wario, who instead spiked it directly back over the net.

"I want to only play volleyball during the party!" Wario said, his voice mimicking that of a disobedient ten year old.

"By all means, who wouldn't?" Bobbery pointed out, putting the ball away and cutting their game short. "Who told us that we couldn't enjoy the festivities with the rest of the partiers? After all, we did prepare it."

"Well, you know how it is," Wario said. "We might have to do an extra mission. That McHallyboo is always getting on my nerves. Too mysterious! And crazy. I could even make a better host than him!" Bobbery laughed.

Wario: People really can get on my nerves. But the good thing about that? Those players have a chance of being eliminated. But if it's the HOST who's getting on your nerves, then you're in trouble. I think I might start to hate this game…

"I'd say he's a rather appropriate one," Bobbery replied, gazing at the back of the island. Their party area of the island only occupied a fourth of the available terrain of the floating island, most of it being blocked by the jungle-like flora that covered three-fourths of the island.

Bobbery: The island was enormous. Based on philosophy and judgment, I knew that the game would expand more on the fact that there was so much room left for us to walk on.

"In other words, bad host," Wario added, snorting.

"No, perfect," Bobbery said honestly. "But let's keep ourselves to the present instead of going off-subject with chit chatter…we need to prepare for the dance now, right?" The two players faced the numerous stacks of glass tiles that the producers had left for them, wondering in what way would the two of them be able to form a practical dance floor from them.

"Hold it right there, son!" a Pianta police officer shouted at Yoshi. The dinosaur froze, the papers in his hands falling to the dock in a straight pile. On the wall were four advertisements for their party, one in the process of being pasted to the wall.

Yoshi: I was in the midst of pasting fliers to the building wall and was just about to leave when a police man came up to me…I thought I was going to jail. It was a terrible feeling I never wanted to feel, ever again in my life.

"I'm sorry!" Yoshi pleaded to the police officer, after he was told the rules of the district. "The thing is, we're actually promoting for our party on an island, and we'd like people to come. I wanted to post papers! No harm. Please don't arrest me!" The policeman scratched his distinguishable mustache, overwhelmed by Yoshi's supplication.

"Yeah, but this is illegal, you know?" he said, pointing to the wall. "I need you to take these papers down at once. However, you know that trio of people in the center plaza? What they're doing is acceptable by all terms, so I suggest you follow their pattern if you want to promote this party."

"Yes sir!" Yoshi told him, turning around to take down his arduous work. He used his tongue to remove the flier that was previously in the process of being hung up, but this time, he was removing it. The Pianta stared in wonder.

"Is this…a regular thing for you?" the Pianta asked inquisitively.

"Oh, no," Yoshi said, smiling rather shyly. "I'm actually in the food service industry." The policeman looked at Yoshi, impressed.

"No kidding!" he said, his voice becoming less rough than it usually was. "My sister is one of the fruit sellers down on the East side. She used to work in a Japanese restaurant a while back."

"Oh really?" Yoshi said, picking up his dropped fliers from the floor. "That's pretty awesome! Japanese cuisine is fabulous, cause everything's just visually appealing and delicious. The restaurants have nice atmosphere too."

"Yeah, but now it's all about fruit around here," the police officer said truthfully, looking around. "Say, why don't I give you a helping hand with those papers? After all, it is my job to help the civilians." Yoshi eagerly handed the police officer half of his paper pile.

"Yes! Thank you!" Wendy shouted, as a Pianta lady tossed a pair of sandals from the second floor of her apartment. Goombella screamed, laughing as she tried to catch one of the falling footgear.

Rosalina: We actually saw a woman up on her balcony, and we asked if she had anything for our auction, She decided to give us a pair of sandals with very beautiful strap designs. I thought it was perfect.

"Take good care of them!" she called out to them, as they went on.

Luvbi gave out her final flier to a passing, unwilling tourist and sighed, then looked over at Diddy's watch.

"It's 11:54," she said out loud, "Which gives us precisely two additional hours until we must go. The boat departs at two in the afternoon, if I remembered accurately."

"I think we're done," Vivian said, looking at the pile in her hands that had dwindled over the past two and a half hours. Only eleven fliers remained.

"Yep, we're done," Diddy said with agreement. "Now before the police come or anything we'd better scoot." As Vivian straightened out her pile, she looked over at Diddy's megaphone and paused with a thought.

"Wait," she said suddenly, "Shouldn't we continue advertising by saying it out loud to everyone? We don't necessarily need fliers to promote the party" Diddy looked at her.

"Well…you're actually right," he said, then coughed. "But my throat is kind of dead from all that talking." He laughed, coughing simultaneously. Vivian grabbed up the megaphone and handed it to Luvbi.

"Here, your English is perfect," Vivian said.

"I'm simply just not going to commence talking," Luvbi said, feeling a sense of awkwardness. "Diddy, if you need a cough drop to continue, then it'll be. Let's search for a pharmacy right now."

"Or," Diddy said, coughing more heavily, "we can check on Yoshi and also help the girls find items for the auction." Vivian looked tentative at his statement.

"But we were assigned roles," she remembered. "Isn't it against the rules to just change them?" Diddy shook his head and laughed, or rather coughed.

"I assigned them, remember?" he reminded her. "Now let's go find objects for our auction!" He took the megaphone from Vivian and stepped in the direction towards the front of the plaza.

"Yes, but first we need to find one of the girls," Luvbi corrected.

Luvbi: For Diddy to become too tired from his talking, it was something unlikely. I'm not sure what intentions he had, but from what I saw, it ended our effort of spreading the party to more tourists.

It wasn't long until the talking trio turned the corner and found Yoshi, giving one of his final fliers to a pair of Toads in stylish clothing.

"A wha?" one of the toads asked Yoshi, grabbing the flier and looking over it. Yoshi noticed the three other players in the distance and jumped silently in relief, and as the two Toads left, Yoshi joyfully ran over to them.

"I only have five left!" he told them, as Vivian held up her pile to show that her flier count had diminished as well. "I also gave half of them to a police officer." Diddy looked at Yoshi with incredulity.

"Oh, good idea!" Diddy said sarcastically, "Cause a policeman is really going to help promote our party. For all we know, he may have used those fliers to track down our location and put off our Island Bash."

"Hey, he seemed kinda nice," Yoshi said defensively. "We talked about food! And the food business."

"Uh, speaking on the subject of eating," Luvbi said, looking around, "I wouldn't be surprised if Rosalina and the others had halted to their lunch break already." They all immediately thought of the Durian Café.

"Is there any other restaurant around here than the stinking Durian Café?" Diddy said out loud with annoyance. "We eat there all the time!"

"Well, maybe if you actually looked around, you would have seen the Rotten Fruit Café as a good place to eat," Wendy said sarcastically, appearing behind them.

"That's disgusting!" Diddy said, changing his mind. "I'd rather stick to the Durian Café now."

"I was just joking," said Wendy, "Gosh, learn about humor." Rosalina and Goombella appeared right behind her, both holding an item each for their auction. Wendy held up the dolphin figurine she was holding.

"We found three objects so far for the auction," Rosalina informed them, "but we were actually going to stop for lunch." The four flier-givers checked the achieved objects that would be displayed at their auction, the bottle with the blue coin getting the most peculiar looks.

"How did that even happen?" Yoshi asked in wonder, looking at the glass bottle.

"So, are you guys done handing out fliers or what?" Goombella asked them. "We need to find two more items."

"Well, we ran out of fliers, so I guess we're done with out part," Vivian said, shrugging. "But, that means we could all search for auction items. All seven of us." The others agreed: the more people present while they begged, the more their cause would be magnified.

"But I wanted to eat," Wendy said out loud. "I didn't even eat breakfast! There wasn't even enough time!"

"They'll be food on the island," Yoshi pointed out. "Come on! Seven's a lucky number."

"Okay, how about those who want to eat can grab something to eat and meet us at the boat dock at 1:30," Goombella considered, "and those who want to auction search with me can just go and auction search."

"Or, we can all forget about eating and the seven of us will go auction-object hunting," Diddy concluded, much to the dissent of the females.

"Hey, you were the only one who got to eat breakfast!" Wendy realized. "Not fair!"

Diddy: All of a sudden it became a battle of the sexes. Yoshi and I just wanted to search regardless, and the girls wanted to split the parts. I mean, we had an hour and a half to go, and spending any time on eating would have been a complete waste.

Wendy: Diddy wasn't being rational, because obviously... *rolls eyes* advertising for a party is MUCH more important than eating.

"No, I actually like Goombella's plan," Rosalina spoke up. Diddy gave her a stare of disbelief.

"Yeah, me too," Yoshi admitted, "Now that I think of it, I need to eat." He smiled sheepishly at Diddy.

"Then be it," Diddy said in a fake tone of downheartedness, "I'll have to go search for auction items all by myself."

"Yeah, well, your fault," Wendy said. "Let's go get some smoothies!"

"Wait a second…" Goombella said suddenly, looking towards the direction of their hotel. "McHallyboo said that people had to give us the items."

"We've been doing that," Rosalina told her, confused. "Did we break the rules?"

"No, what I'm saying is that maybe we can get some of our belongings from the hotel and use those in the auction," she continued. "I'm not saying that there's much to give, but for all I know, I think it's allowed." They all turned to her in realization.

"Oh my gosh, you're so right!" Wendy said. "Forget about eating, let's go to the hotel."

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," Bobbery said, stepping back, his eyes admiring their thirteen-by-thirteen foot creation. With each glass tile laid side by side on the ground, it arranged into the shape of a massive, glass checkerboard: the flooring for their ultimate dance floor. Wario stepped nervously onto the glassy platform.

"It's not going to break," Bobbery ridiculed. "It's close to Plexiglas. Jump on it and it'll be as good as ever."

"Are you kidding me? I'm not scared!" Wario lied to him, laughing. He then jumped into the air and landed his shoes onto the glassy tiles, then opening his eyes, looked at the flooring he was standing on. To his disbelief, it didn't shatter.

"Wait, what if someone's dancing, and then the glass spreads apart?" he said carefully. "Then they'd sue us for sure!"

"Each tile is planted tight into the sand," Bobbery explained, looking at the light projectors he had set up in every corner of the dance floor. Having the appearance of undersized black boxes, the projectors would cast their lights onto the various glass tiles, making them shine a plethora of colors for the partiers to dance on. Seeing that the effect was imperceptible in the sun, the two of them could only hope that the sun went down before 7 P.M, the official end time for their party.

"Cool," Wario said, putting his hand up to the light display and seeing the LED's cast a rainbow of spinning colors on his hand.

"Hmm, time check," Bobbery requested.

"Twelve thirty-four," Wario said, then added, "Just one more hour until the party."

"If you were an optimist, you would have said there were two hours remaining until the party," Bobbery said cleverly. "An extra hour to prepare is an hour gained. In the mind only, of course."

"What? No!" said Wario, his intentions opposite of Bobbery's. "I want it to start already!"

"Oh well, that just makes you irrational," Bobbery told him.

The players in Delfino Plaza hurried to their hotel. McHallyboo was sitting on the lobby sofa, in the same position as he was when they had first left that morning. The players saw him seated comfortably and reading a tabloid magazine titled, The Pattern of Death will be Broken.

"Boat leaves in approximately one and a half hours," he said as they passed by. "Though I highly suggest getting there at 1:30. You are the hosts, after all!" He flashed a knowing smile.

"I'm not sure if we're allowed to ask you this question, or whether you're allowed to tell us anything," Goombella started, "but we're allowed to get our own personal objects for the auction, right?" The seven of turned to McHallyboo expectantly.

"As long as what you do falls under the rules, then it's allowed," he said, not bothering to lift his head. Diddy suddenly jumped up.

"Then it's allowed," he said out loud, going towards the stairs. The others followed him unwaveringly.

"You sure?" Rosalina asked him. "I don't want us wasting two items for the auction---"

"Of course it's allowed, because he told us the rules, and I remember them," Diddy said. "Now, before we go---"

"Oh, I really want to give something away," Wendy said suddenly. "It's this really cool set of ear rings that I got a while back, but now I think they're cursed!" The other players turned to her, their faces bewildered.

"Cursed?" Luvbi said with interest. Wendy nodded.

"Okay, like, you obviously haven't heard about it then," she said to them, "or maybe it's not true, but I swear, there's this legend where if you take lava rocks from Hawaii, you're cursed forever. Unless you bring them back or give them away or something."

"And that has to do with your earrings how?" Diddy asked, looking at her.

"Well, duh, the earrings are made out of lava stones from Hawaii," she replied.

"But if you give those earrings to the people who bid the highest for them, wouldn't that send the curse to them?" Yoshi realized. Wendy opened her mouth in the same realization, while the other five sighed in exasperation at their over-influential superstition. They walked down the hall to Room 104.

"Here's my room," Wendy said, taking out her card key and opening the room that three of the female players occupied. The seven of them entered, as Wendy went over to her bag to fetch her jewelry.

"Here they are!" she said, holding them up. The earrings were circular in shape, the rocks displaying a smooth, dark-grey color.

"Okay, we have four objects," Goombella confirmed. Only one more item was left to locate, and as Rosalina turned around to face the clock situated on the corner of the side table, her eyes came across a framed art design sticking out from one of the bags. It was a painting of a fish, drawn in a variety of colors with the use of archival inks. The other players seemed to notice it as well.

"Who drew that?" Rosalina said suddenly, going over to it. "It's so beautiful."

"Oh, uhm," Vivian told her, almost hesitantly, "That's mine." The others turned to her, then gazed back at the drawing.

"I decided to bring it along randomly," Vivian added. "I thought it was, like, relating to the ocean… I mean, you can look at it if you want to." Rosalina picked it up gently, as the others crowded around it with looks of optimism.

"Wow, this would be really great for the auction," Wendy told her. "Let's bring it!"

"You think people would want to buy it?" Vivian said, her voice slightly doubtful.

"it's a fish colored like a rainbow," Yoshi said, looking at it. "Yum! I would."

"I would sooo buy it too," Wendy said with a smile. "Come on! Let's take it with us." Vivian smiled as well, then nodded modestly. As they finally left the hotel with all five objects in hand, there were fifty minutes remaining until their boat was scheduled to leave. In McHallyboo's mind, there were only twenty.

At the dock, the players were greeted by a line of flier-holding individuals, extending out past the side wall of the Durian Café and creating a barrier that prevented any entrance to the dock of the boathouse. The players reached the dock after lunch and stared with amazement.

"There's like fifty people!" Wendy saw, seeing the row of excited tourists. "You guys did good! Great job!"

"More like sixty," Diddy counted. "If each of them pay five coins, that's three-hundred coins. Then we'd only need to earn four-hundred fifty coins in the auction, and boy, that's a lot."

"But it's only 1:46," Vivian told them. "More people will come. Or at least more should come." As Yoshi tried to shift into the front of the lengthy line, an irritated Goomba willingly knocked into him, pushing him aside.

"No cutting!" the Goomba said irately. "Get to the back!" In possible relation to the Goomba's outbreak, the rest of the line seemed erupt in small ripples, their shouts becoming unbearable and the line becoming more reckless by the second. The players quickly became overpowered by their own crowd.

"Urgh, they're out of control!" Goombella said with frustration. Diddy suddenly lightened up, and looked at the megaphone in his hand. He switched it on and lifted it to his mouth.

"Hey, all of you!" he shouted, as the entire line seemed to hush in place. Everyone turned frantically to see where the projected voice had come from.

"Who's ready for a party?" Diddy said loudly. The sixty soon-to-be- partiers all cheered in unison, as Diddy grinned.

"Great to know! The boat will arrive in approximately fifteen minutes, so for the time being, we have to be quiet," he informed them. "For now, at least."

"Uh, excuse me," a Pianta lady spoke up, "When will be coming back to Isle Delfino? I have dinner reservations."

"The boat makes hourly trips back and forth between three and seven, so feel free to leave whenever," said Diddy, "but you'll still have to pay the five coin admission fee."

"Oh my gosh, I forgot!" a Noki suddenly piped up. "I don't have my money! What'll I do?" Luvbi went over to her and inconspicuously handed the Noki her own five coins.

Luvbi: Before the problem could escalate, I just handed her my own money. I knew it wasn't against the rules of the game, or my morals.

"Wow, thank you!" the Noki said in appreciation, as Luvbi quickly slipped her way back to the six others.

"Like, is anyone really curious as to how Bobbery and Wario set up the island?" said Wendy. "Hello? If one of them is the Mole, they could just sabotage the island's whole appearance."

"Yes, but the people pay before arriving," Rosalina pointed out. "Though…our fliers do mention a refund system." She looked down at trampled flier that seemed to have embedded itself into the dock.

As the time approached closer to 2 o'clock, the line was visibly elongated. McHallyboo hurriedly made his way to the area of the dock.

"Nice job," he told them, after walking the length of the line. "Now, who will be driving the boat?" The players turned to McHallyboo, wide-eyed and amused.

"I would crash the boat if I drove it," Wendy said, as the others laughed. Still not taking the host's phrase seriously, the seven of them continued to wait in anticipation.

"Well, I think I did forget to mention that part in the rules," the host finally continued. "Not that it'll bring you any disadvantage in any way, but the drivers arriving here will have to change shifts, and you're the replacements."

"Oh, well, we all know that Diddy is a competitive cart racer," Wendy said nonchalantly.

"Wait, no!" Diddy said immediately. "Racing karts and boats are two different things. Just because they both have driving wheels do not mean they're the same."

"I don't concur," Luvbi said honestly.

"If you want us to die, so be it. I'll steer the boat," Diddy said, folding his arms.

"Well, though I'm just a flight attendant, maybe I could be of assistance," Rosalina offered.

"Nah, I'm fine," Diddy decided. The miniature ferry boat finally came into view, breaking the silence among the crowd that horded the platform of the dock. The players themselves cheered, as McHallyboo quickly set up the ticket stand at the end of the wooden platform. The seven players successfully put the crowded area back into its proper line, and as the boat finally docked, the people began to diminish. One by one, they would hand McHallyboo their five coins, gaining access to step onto the leaving ferry.

"Fifty three, fifty four, fifty five…gah! Too many," Yoshi counted. "I'm getting on!" He happily scooted his way into the moving line and hopped onto the ship, with the host paying no attention to him. Wendy and Goombella followed behind him, doing the same.

"Yeah, party time!" Wendy squealed, giving a high-five to a random Pianta next to her dressed in a tuxedo. Behind Luvbi, a curious pair of toads looked on at the disappearing crowd.

"Come along!" Rosalina called to them. "It's just a fun party." Feeling comfortable enough, they too went up to the ticket stand, then went up the ramp to the boat. McHallyboo followed right behind the pair, the container of collected money in his hands. Luvbi followed quickly behind, and so did Rosalina, who turned backwards to Diddy before entering the ferry. He was standing on the dock, almost as if he was expecting someone.

"Are we going to have an unrestrained boat ride, or will we have a driver?" she joked to him lightly. Diddy snapped his attention back to the leaving vehicle.

"Not without me," he said, grinning. As he got inside, the engine of the boat started, as all ninety-four anxious passengers headed towards the most exotic party they would ever have.

For McHallyboo, it would be all too familiar. For the Mole, it would be their opportunity for fun.

The third mission comes closer to a finish. But just how will the Mole decide to sabotage the party?

I'll be making a picture clue only once for every episode, to keep my profile from overflowing. But watch out for hidden clues throughout, if any! You never know which ones you might pick up on subconsciously.

Till next update! Feel free to list any suspects/predictions.