"Did you know this would happen?" Good Cop asked sharply.

Wyldstyle ran a hand through her hair. "I knew it was a possibility," she sighed. "But I honestly don't know that much about how mindspaces work, and he hadn't been showing any signs of it earlier." She looked at Bad Cop. "You need to put Benny back in control. Being inactive will slow it down."

Bad Cop closed his eyes, his face creasing in concentration. After a pause, Benny blinked his eyes open. He looked around at the group. "I heard it all," he said. "What do we do?"

Wyldstyle glanced over her shoulder at where Unikitty was curled up on the desk, snoring softly. "We can't do anything," she said. "Not without Unikitty. They know the most about mindspaces besides…" She swallowed.

Benny rubbed the back of his neck. He knew the name Wyldstyle was having trouble bringing herself to say. Vitruvius. The elderly wizard had been like a father to her, and she was one of the people who'd been hit hardest by his death.

But she was saved from having to continue as a faint rumble started up in the distance. The three of them ran to the window and looked out. There was a black line forming on the horizon, growing larger and larger with every moment. Soon they could see the individual blocky shapes of the micromanagers, mixed in with the thudding rotors of the copper-choppers.

Wyldstyle smirked, looking over at Benny. "I think the tables just turned," she said.

The time was 2:30.

Benny's phone rang.

Jenkins stood on the roof of the house, her phone connected by a cord to an antennae array that she was holding as high as she could, being the tallest one there. Reception was hard to get this close to the Old West. It rang twice before Benny's voice answered. "J.J.?"

"I have bad news, sir," she said.

"I can't hear you very well."

Jenkins stood on tiptoe, trying to stretch her arm even further into the air. The static cleared a little. "Bad news!" she shouted.

"But we have good news!" Benny said. "We found Good Cop, and Business got the bots and micromanagers working again to help fight the Duplos!"

"My news is still bad," Jenkins replied grimly. "The Duplos aren't the half of it."

"What?"

"I said-!"

"No, no, I heard you. What do you mean?"

"You know about the Forest of Obsolete Products, right?"

"Generally, yes."

Jenkins glanced over at Yancy and Stibbons next to her, and told Benny the bad news.

"You… you're kidding me."

"I've got all the plans and blueprints right here, sir."

"Kinzel left it just laying out for you to find?"

"Maybe," Jenkins said. "But he'd have known that if we found it, we'd still be too late to stop it. He's been planning this for years, and we fell right into his trap. It was never about finding Emmet or Good Cop. It was about scattering us."

She heard Benny swallow on the other end of the line. "And we're very scattered. Sending teams around to all the different attacked stations to investigate, getting us to go to the Projects, leading you out of Bricksburg…"

"He had it all planned out from the start," Jenkins confirmed. "The micromanagers and bots will help, but I'm not sure if it'll be enough. I think there's only one shot we have."

"What's that?"

"Cut the head off the snake," she replied. "Kinzel is pulling all the strings, almost literally. Without orders from him, it'll all fall apart. You need to get to him directly."

"We don't know where he is."

"When he gives the signal, you'll know."

"What's the signal?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"J.J., that's not helpf-" A burst of static cut him off.

"Benny?" Jenkins asked, trying to reach even higher. She wobbled, and Stibbons put out a hand to steady her.

Crackle. "-losing yo-" Buzz. "-et back as fast as you c-"

Then the signal vanished entirely. Jenkins lowered her aching arm, her jaw clenched. She turned to Yancy and Stibbons. "You reckon this place has a garage?"

Benny snapped his phone shut. The blood had drained from his face.

"What happened?" Wyldstyle asked, her face drawn with worry.

Benny put his hand to his forehead. "You know how the Forest of Obsolete Products has large, vicious moving plants?"

Both Wyldstyle and Business nodded. They had a bad feeling about where this was going.

"Well," Benny said. "The large, vicious plants are moving in."