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Sarox felt cold and hard metal beneath his body and gears running in his ears as he began to regain consciousness. His eyes refocused and slid open. The light in the area came rushing through his sight, forcing him to close. When he pushed himself up, he slowly opened again. It took a few seconds before they adjusted to the light.
That he was no longer in Mr. Electric's lair was clear. He was sitting on a transporter that went down a railroad track several meters over an open desert, with several gigantic clocks of every sort floating in the area. When he looked to the front, a red pillar-like mountain caught his attention. The mountain top was entirely dominated by what looked to be a large bed that could fill twenty people, and waves of red fluorescence around it.
The lift reached a dead end over the top of a black mountain. A large gravestone stood nearby entitled "Dream Graveyard". He got to his feet and jumped off the lift before it reached the road's end and landed on black sand and rocks. But that wasn't all: the entire land was filled with broken giant toys, cars, ripped off books and a large ship with holes cracked everywhere. Nothing could enter without falling through a fragile wooden floor. It looked like a wasteland of broken objects: crushed dreams. His attention was cut short by the distant sound of another lift coming down the same road. The lift turned downward and connected with a reversed road at the rail's end, dropping Lavagirl, Sharkboy and Max to the ground. Max landed on top of Sharkboy's back like a giant boulder had fallen off place.
Sarox immediately went to their side and asked, "Are you guys okay?"
"I-I think you broke my fin," Sharkboy moaned to Max.
He immediately climbed off and apologized. "Sorry."
Sharkboy looked over his shoulder at his broken fin before turning to Max with an angry glare. Sarox and Lavagirl looked on in worries.
As much as he wanted to help, there was a question that Sarox needed to ask.
"Where are we?"
They stood up before Lavagirl answered his question. "The Dream Graveyard. It's where all the forgotten dreams on Planet Drool are landed."
He looked at the slippery cliffs behind them. They were too high and too steep to climb.
"How do we get out of here."
"I don't know."
"It would've been a lot easier if Max had his dream journal with him," Sharkboy groaned angrily.
"I was awakened."
"Sorry," Mr. Electric apologized to the floating inverted face.
"Did all the children from Mount Neverest escape?"
"With Sharkboy and Lavagirl, but I took care of it, see."
The computer screen displayed the moment when Sarox got blasted off floor, then to the moment when he dropped Lavagirl, Sharkboy and Max to the bottom.
"Someone was with them?"
"Just a kid afraid of his own shadow and a boy who tries to act like a hero. No threat to us. I banished them both to the Dream Graveyard."
This didn't relieve the face.
"Where old dreams lie? They could an ally. I told you. Every dream must be smashed. Every child captured."
Mr. Electric's smile did not falter. "If you want them back I'll simply track them down when they fall asleep."
"Fool. One of them is the Daydreamer. And the moment he realizes it will be the moment of our doom. The other one may not be as powerful, but he will be a powerful ally to him. It won't be easy with him and Sharkboy and Lavagirl protecting the boy."
His face fell to a frown now. "Now what do you want me to do?"
"Bring me the boy before he discovers his true powers and tears my new kingdom apart!"
"Alright! I will," he promised. The face disappeared like thin air, and then Mr. Electric began to take action. "Plugs, redirect the Darkness. And... bring me my Plughounds!"
A barred door instantly opened. An entire pack of dog-acting plugs with wire-legs and barks emerged. Mr. Electric smiled evilly at his Plughounds.
The quartet have walked for what seemed like hours in the Dream Graveyard, trying to find a path that could lead them somewhere else.
"We'll never find our way out of this graveyard," Lavagirl said hopelessly.
Okay, Sarox, think,Sarox mumbled as he brainstormed till an idea occured to him. "Hey, didn't you say that Planet Drool is made of Max's dreams?"
They looked curiously at him. "Yeah?" Sharkboy answered.
"So if Max dreamt up this whole world, then doesn't that mean he can dream up new things? Like a transport or a machine that flies."
Lavagirl began to illuminate with a smile. "Great thinking, Sarox."
"He can dream us outta here," Sharkboy said with a calm voice, though his feelings were anything but.
With that she dragged Max to a nearby giant red lego. Her leaned down toward him and said gently. "Sit down, Max. Close your eyes and dream."
He slowly closed his eyes. In a few seconds a grin lit his face.
"So what do you see?"
"I see a...," he muttered, " a giant marshmallow cookie... with lots of warm milk."
He opened his eyes again and saw Lavagirl's grin had fallen to a frown, which was universal with Sharkboy. Sarox just stared annoyed at him. "Sorry, I'm starving."
Sharkboy rolled his eyes and said sharply. "Forget it. Max needs to dream us outta here. So I say I'll put him to sleep right now."
He made a fist to prove his point. Lavagirl and Sarox immediately pulled Max from his position; and then Sarox put his hand on Sharkboy's chest, trying to restrain him. Lavagirl hid Max behind her, standing in between him and Sharkboy.
"No, Sharkboy," she forbid him.
"Just one punch, he'll be out like a light."
He began to approach Max and Lavagirl. Sarox put both of his hands on Sharkboy's shoulders and pushed. He didn't back away as he should, rather it was him who slid across the sandy ground. He pushed harder then, his feet struggled forward. Nothing helped. It was like pushing a moving truck.
"Sharkie, don't do this," Lavagirl warned as she gestured Max to back away.
He obeyed, and backed until his back hit a hard wall. His eyes automatically flickered to the metal wall behind him. Its appearance piqued a memory inside him.
"Wait a minute," he said absentminded. "I've seen this before."
Sharkboy's focus broke. He refocused on the giant lego toy in front of them. Sarox and Lavagirl did the same.
"It's a hand," Max said and looked away, then pointed to his left. "Another hand."
They looked to the second toy, several meters from their spot.
"Yeah?" Sharkboy asked.
Max looked around, until he caught the sight of a giant robot made of cans that lied half buried in the ground about twenty yards away from them. Its eyes shut like it was asleep. Max remembered it by its appearance. "It's Tobor."
"Who is that?" Lavagirl asked curiously.
They followed Max until they reached his side.
"Tobor. I-I dreamt him up when I was six years old. A robot that could help me with my homework," he reminisced, "I tried to build him once. But everybody just kept telling me he would never work. So here he is."
"A forgotten dream in the Dream Graveyard," Sharkboy confirmed.
"Is there any way he can help us?" Sarox asked.
Now that they were in this situation, any form of allegiance would be appropriate.
"He is supposed to be very smart," Max said, and then commanded, "Tobor, awake!"
Tobor's eyes shook and then slid open. "Yes?"
"He works. We can ask him anything now."
Lavagirl immediately stepped forth and pulled Max a step back. "Let me, let me. - Tell me something about me. I'm clueless."
"Actually," Tobor began, "you're extremely bright."
Lavagirl's lips lit up to a grin. Just then, Sharkboy stepped forth, taking her position. "Am I King of the Ocean or what?"
"No, sorry."
His head fell in disappointment and backed away, just as Sarox came forward.
"How come I'm on Planet Drool when this is really Max's dream?"
"Your heart will help Max in his quest to save the planet."
Max grabbed his arm and switch places with him. He had the most essential of all questions. "How do I save Planet Drool?"
"The answer is in your dreams."
Sharkboy began to form a fist again, his glance directed at Max. "You mean if I put him to sleep he'll dream us outta this mess?"
"No. At least not here. Darkness is falling. Any dream of his will become a nightmare and you don't want those becoming a reality. But if you go to the Land of Milk and Cookies-"
"Of course," Lavagirl mumbled as she puzzled together the suggestion.
"That's where the good dreams are. Where the answers are."
"This is great, Max. The Land of Milk and Cookies is a safe, sweet place, you'll be able to dream easily there," she told him with a confident voice.
He turned back to Tobor. "Can you take us there?"
"I have no body," he answered. "I can't move."
"You can move your eyes and your mouth," Sharkboy pointed.
The robot shut its eyes and mouth, and seemed to be concentrating on something. "Ah, I can't remove the screws that contain them."
"I'll help you out," Sarox suggested and summoned his Keyblade. He pointed it at Tobor's face and shot a sharp beam of light that engraved its eyes and mouth. In a matter of seconds, the screws removed themselves and Tobor's eyes and mouth flew off his head.
"Thank you," he said.
Just as they were about to take off, a distant sound came forth. They looked around the area, and then caught sight of a train flying into the graveyard. It turned lower down and flew towards the group, the rest of the train followed as well. Sharkboy, Lavagirl and Sarox stood in place, ready to take Max to safety at the first sign of aggression. Then it slowed and stopped on the ground.
Sarox looked into the train, and found the first familiar face since he entered Planet Drool.
"It's Max, he's my friend," he told the others in a happy voice.
Max G. disembarked the train. "Anybody need a ride?"