*Pewdie's POV*

The next morning, everyone seemed to wake up around the same time. Mr. Chair stood up, and brushed himself off. "I feel brave enough to go outside today," he said. "Alright," I said. "Let's clean ourselves up, and go out for a walk."

So that's what we did. We washed up, had something to satisfy our stomachs, and headed out. It was another nice day, except there were a few fluffy, polka-dotted clouds in the sky. While we were walking, we came across an apartment building. The odd thing was it looked exactly like our base. Could it be...?

"Do we dare go in?," Piggeh asked the bros and I nervously. "It'd be a good idea to make sure nozing sketchy is going on," Stephano said. "Bros, stay behind Gonzales and I at all times." Mayo and I got directly behind Zaley and Stephy. Mr. Chair, shaking ever so slightly, linked an arm with Piggeh. {Name} seemed very nervous, so Cry reached over, and grabbed his/her hand. He/She looked at him, smiled, and blushed, wrapping a protective wing around Cry's shoulders. Then we cautiously padded through the doors of the building.

In there, we could see that the building was almost a replica of our base...only everything was reversed. At the back of the room downstairs, we could see Barrel sitting on...well...a barrel, shirtless. His eyes were closed, his shoulders were hunched over, his head was hanging, and he was snoring gently. He was fast asleep.

Gonzales picked up a rock that was lying on the floor by his foot. He chucked it at Barrel, and shouted "Yo wooden container! It's morning - wakey wakey!" Barrel snapped his head up, and fell off the barrel with a start.

Sitting up, he shot us a death glare. "Rule #1 of this world: Do not wake up a sleeping Barrel by chucking a rock at him. You damn bros woke me up early; it's..." he glanced up at the clock, and then back at us. "Nine o'clock in the morning. Wakey-wakey time is solely at 10am or later. No earlier than that."

I rolled my eyes. "What is this place?," I demanded. Barrel sighed heavily, stood up, and cleared his throat. "It's my base," he pointed out, his voice wreaking of exhaustion and being woken up early. "Now please get out of my base, and Gonzales, please quit looking at my bare chest; I can see you, and it's not that amazing that I sleep shirtless." Gonzales turned towards us, and whisper-shouted "I was not!"

Stephano slowly walked over to a closet at the other end of the room, and knocked on the door. Pressing his ear to it, he listened for something that may have been in there. "What's in here?," he asked. Barrel rolled his eyes. "Normally I'd rat ya out, but I'm far too tired. I'll just let you open it," Barrel slurred.

At that, Stephano snarled, and opened the door. All at once, we were face to face with an army of grunts. We all shouted in fear, as the two soldiers tried to reach for their swords. Since we were too scared, we all bolted out the door.

We ran down the street, but stopped at the crosswalk to catch our breaths. I wiped my sweaty forehead and coughed. "That was a close one," I panted. "At least they didn't follow us." Stephano coughed, and spit off to the side. "Alrighty zen!," Stephano said. "If we're in battle against zis whackjob, we'll need to be very careful. Apparently he packed bros in his suitcase when he came here.

Gonzales cracked his knuckles. "And we'll probably have to train our reflexes, especially those of you bros who don't have weapons. Those monsters are very dangerous, as we all know," he added.

Everyone, except Mr. Chair, nodded. Mr. Chair, however, collapsed onto the ground. "I don't wanna fight the monsters!," he sobbed. Piggeh picked him up. "I know you don't, honey," he whispered. "But we're going to train hard, right? We'll get nice and strong so we can fight the monsters."

Piggeh carried Mr. Chair as we all walked home so we could begin our training. Barrel was going down!

*Barrel's POV*

Once the bros left my base, I went over to the grunt closet. "Calm down; they're gone guys!," I shouted over the angry snarling. Then I closed the door and rubbed my sleepy eyes.

I went back to my barrel, and climbed on top of it. "This battle won't be hard," I muttered. "I know just what I'm doing." Smirking to myself, and chuckling evilly, I dropped my head, and closed my eyes again. It was too early in the morning for thinking, and I was very sleepy. I would do all the planning I needed to do when I woke up.