The sound of a moving van in the early morning woke everybody in the house up. They went outside to see what was up, and saw several workers moving boxes into the house next door.

"Who's moving in this early in the morning?" Satoshi asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know." Kenzumi said. "But whoever's moving in is probably rich, since I can see that some of the stuff going into the house looks expensive."

"I'm going to complain to them in the morning." Ms. Kohai said. "This is going to make me tired for work in the morning."

They then heard yelling coming from inside the house. It sounded like an 18 year old man, with some ladies by his side. The screaming got louder as the mystery people got closer to the front door. When they got out, Senpai could feel her heart drop. "Oh no" She groaned.

"What's wrong?" Kenzumi asked.

Senpai didn't have time to answer, as the man noticed them and went around the fence and faced the group.

"Hey girl, how's it been?" He asked.

"Better than I've been with you." Senpai said cooly.

"You know him?" Kenzumi asked.

"That's Fumito, my ex boyfriend."

"Ex boyfriend?"

"I broke up with him a month before I moved down here." She then turned to Fumito. "When I realized just how much of a self-centered jerk he is!"

"How dare you call him a jerk!" One of the girl's next to him snarled.

"Yeah, you're just jealous that your not with a real man!" The other girl said.

"You know," Fumito said. "It's not to late to come back to me. I'de be way more worth it than that little kid you have as a boyfriend."

"I don't want to be involved with you anymore you jerk!" Senpai shouted at Fumito. She then grabbed Kenzumi's arm and brought him closer to her side. "I have Kenzumi now! And he's a hero, unlike you!"

"That guy's a hero? He looks more like the loser of the story than anything else."

This made Ms. Kohai really upset. So she marched up to him and said, "I'll have you know my son is the complete opposite of a loser!"

"He saved the world three separate times." Ms. Beatia said.

"Well," Fumito said. "If your son really is better than he looks, then he'll have to prove it."

"How are you planning on doing that?" Luis asked.

"I'll show you." Fumito turned to one of the workers and shouted, "Bring me the two giant Muscle Dolls!"

"Muscle Dolls?" Kenzumi asked in confusion.

In no time flat, two giant sized Muscle Dolls with ballons on their heads was brought to their front yard.

"Those are Figure Fighters!" Satoshi said.

"You mean the toy sets?" Kenzumi asked.

"Yes. How did he get giant versions of them?"

"I'm rich." Fumito said. "I can afford these things."

"Yeah, he's rich." One of his girls said. She and the other then giggled.

"What do you want me to do?" Kenzumi asked.

"We're going to play a game of Giant Figure Fighter VS." Fumito said. "When your balloon pops, you lose!"

"Is that going to be hard?"

"If you don't have the rhythm, then yes. Which I highly feel is the case for you."

Kenzumi sighed, but said, "I'll do it. Let's make this quick so I can go back to bed."

While the two girls set up everything for them, Satoshi gave Kenzumi some tips on how to win.

"Remember to follow the rhythm, and wait for the audio cues."

"Okay, got it."

After that, both Kenzumi and Fumito went over to the giant air pumps to control the figure fighter. Music started to play, and audio cues could be heard. When they went off, they would press the button on the pump, which inflated the muscle doll's muscle's, and blew up the other's balloon. This went on for about a minute, and both balloons looked ready to burst. Everyone even shielded themselves in preparation for whichever balloon popped.

Then finally, Fumito's balloon popped, and his figure fighter fell to the ground. He lost, and Kenzumi won.

"You cheated!" One of the girls snarled.

"I just followed the rhythm." Kenzumi said.

"Let him keep his victory." Fumito said. "His rhythm won't last him long anyways. And I'll be getting my Senpai back soon enough."

He and his two girls went back next door, and the rest of the crew went back inside there own house, hoping to catch up on their sleep.