*In it Together (after Skales and Fangtom's Promise)*

Skalidor sighed as he looked out across the clouds as the Bounty flew through them in the night sky. A short while ago, Skales and Fangtom left Garmadon to live with Pythor and the Ninja and help Lloyd prepare to fight his father. When they did, the two Generals left their Tribes into the care of their fellow Generals, Skalidor and Acidicus. Garmadon then placed the Hypnobrai into the care of Acidicus, while Skalidor cares for the Fangpyre.

Despite the honor, the Constrictai has his doubts…

"Mind if I join you?" He turned to see Acidicus slithering up to him.

"Not at all," he answered calmly, and the Venomari went up to his side to look out at the night clouds. Of all the Generals, Skalidor gets along the best with Acidicus. He can really talk to the smart Venomari about his problems, and he would come up with the best advice.

"Something bothering you, I take it," his comrade stated, turning to him with his four golden eyes.

"Yeah," Skalidor answered. "It's the new responsibility we have. I mean, us being in charge of the Hypnobrai and the Fangpyre? Can we really do that? Sure, we're great leaders of the Constrictai and the Venomari, but…they're our tribes. How can we handle new tribe members that aren't of our species?"

"I'm sure we can," Acidicus answered. "Fangtom and Skales believe in us; that's why they put us in charge. If they think we can do this, we'll do our best not to let them down…Either way, we're in this together." Skalidor smiled with a concurring nod.

"Thanks, Acidicus."

*A Little Help (after Pizza-Tossing)*

SPLAT!

"Darn it!" Pam turned to see that the pizza dough has landed on Pythor's head…again.

"Having a little trouble there, Pythor?" she asked, coming into the kitchen.

"I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong," he groaned, helping her peel the dough off of his head. "I've been following the instructions."

"Maybe you should take it one baby step at a time," she giggled, gathering the dough into her hands. She then showed him by tossing it lightly until it's flat enough and placing it on the pizza dish. Pythor sighed in defeat.

"Guess I'm still out of practice."

"Don't worry," Pam replied, hugging him. "You'll get the hang of it. Right now, how about I help you bake it?" Pythor smiled down at her in reply.

"That would be greatly appreciated."

*I Won't Let Him (after Protective Boyfriend)*

"It's not okay," Pam sobbed into Pythor's chest. "Pythor, he told me that he's working for Lawrence, and…Cobra wanted to make me his 'toy'!" Hugging her, Pythor turned to the unconscious Cobra with a growl of anger. He dares to touch her and try to have his way with her? Not while her number one's around!

"Don't worry," the Anacondrai purred, stroking her hair as she shook with sobs. "I won't let him…I won't let him…"