Sora meets Big Hero 6

by Puterboy1

Ten years after Kingdom Hearts II, Sora, Donald and Goofy meet Hiro Hamada, whose life has been catapulted at the mercy of the notorious Big Boy Caprice and the all powerful Sandman. With the help of an inflatable robot named Baymax, his closest friends, Sora, detective Dick Tracy, Ultimate Spider-Man and his team of rookies, they band together as "Big Hero 6" to solve the mystery.

9. Getting the Team Together

It was 6:01 PM by the time Hiro, Sora, Baymax, Donald and Goofy arrived back at the Lucky Cat Café. Hiro peeked his head through the door leading to the upstairs apartment and Baymax, having lost at least sixty pounds of weight (in his case, helium) wobbled near the landing before Hiro helped his back against the door.

"Okay," instructed Hiro in a quiet voice. "If my aunt asks, we were at school all day. Got it?"

Sora nodded in agreement and so did Donald and Goofy. But Baymax, who always spoke the truth, craned his head against Hiro's personal boundary, shouting in an obnoxious manner, "We jumped out a window!"

Hiro took a step back, grimacing with fear as he looked up the stairs to make sure that Aunt Cass was not eavesdropping. His defensive hands blocked Baymax's chin, supposedly where the voice box was located.

"No! Quiet!"

Then he shushed the rambunctious robot and Sora did the same. This time, Baymax's reply was quieter.

"We jumped out a window…"

"You can't say stuff like that around Aunt Cass!" Hiro whispered. "She'll have a heart attack and eat everything in the café!"

Hiro wasn't planning on hiding Baymax in the first place, but since the drunk robot was unable to keep his mouth shut, he knew that now was not the best time to introduce her to Tadashi's magnum opus since it was apparent to Hiro that she did not see Baymax leave when he went in search of the other microbots. So with a shushing gesture from his left index finger and Baymax doing the same with his right, Hiro darted up the stairs with Sora, Donald and Goofy in pursuit, leaving Baymax at the bottom. He looked down and hovered his right foot over the first step of the staircase, he only meant to go two steps at a time, as Tadashi had once showed him when trying to be stealthy. This training procedure was accomplished by having Tadashi place a six step foot ladder in front of Baymax, who walked up all the steps at a normal pace, and when in stealth mode, climbed the second and fourth steps before making it to the sixth.

But in his current deflated state, the weight of Baymax's right foot began to decrease in velocity and losing his balance, tipped forwards and slammed the top of his head on the second step of the stairwell. Hiro and Sora turned back in surprise to see Baymax lifting his upper body in a lightning fast reflex, resuming the "shushing" gesture with his right index finger.

"Glad he's all right," Goofy whispered to Donald. "I was beginning to wonder if Hiro's aunt will notice us."

Donald placed his left index finger on Goofy's mouth, smiling as he said, "Don't worry, we won't tell her anything."

Goofy smiled and he Donald continued their way up the stairs where they heard Aunt Cass' voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hiro? You home sweetie?"

He was walking up the top of the stairs when he replied. "Yeah, that's right."

She was putting down a blue bowl and a pepper shaker on the table in front of her and sure enough, there was Hiro grinning like a Cheshire cat, resting his left hand on the railing, his right hand on his hip and his left foot was crossed with his right leg. Next to him was Sora, whose smile was more genuine than Hiro's and his arms were resting on the railing.

Cass chuckled as she tucked back a lock of her brown hair. "Oh, look at my little college man," she smiled. "And I see your friend's back too."

Sora nodded. "Yep!"

Then she remembered something very important.

"Oh the wings are almost ready!"

Just as her back was turned, Hiro's Cheshire grin was interrupted by a shrill "Wheeeee!" from Baymax, jolting and convulsing up and down as though he were being possessed by a demon and needed to be exorcised. Hiro quickly moved his head and shoulders away from the insane robot and placed his hands on the crown of Baymax's head, pushing him back down the stairs as he whispered, "Will you be quiet?!"

Cass, thinking that the wild cry belonged to Hiro, held up her right hand and bounced the Buffalo wings in the blue bowl near the sink, imitating the yell.

"Yeah! Wheeeee!"

Hiro made a nervous chuckle out of fear from blowing Baymax's cover, and as Donald and Goofy helped the limping robot up to Hiro's room in a quick push, Cass went to the table carrying two dishes of tomatoes, white cheese and cucumber and the bowl of Buffalo wings in her left hand, muttering to herself, "All right, get ready to have your face melted...you're gonna feel these things tomorrow, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Her face cringed at the mere mention of diarrhea. But her mood had immediately lightened when she set the bowl of Buffalo wings on the table and turned around to face Hiro.

"Okay, sit down and tell me everything."

Her smile faded by a small muscle when she saw Sora, hands behind his back and feeling happy with Hiro to his right on the landing of the stairs, resuming his faux grin.

"The thing is," Hiro began, ruffling his right fingers with his hair. "Since I registered so late, I have a lot of school stuff to catch up on."

The clatter of a book falling from the computer desk was heard from the bedroom. Cass scrunched her face with a confusing look as she darted her nose up to the ceiling.

"What was that?"

Hiro crossed his arms, trying to be congenial with his aunt with a serious look on his face.

"Just Mochi," he replied with an angry smile. "He's a bad cat all right!"

Out of nowhere, Hiro heard a low purr and felt his ankles against something fuzzy and hairy like a cherub ball of fur. His initial thought could have been a tarantula or a wooly bear caterpillar, but looking down, saw that it was only Mochi cuddling against his ankles. The bobtail looked up at Hiro with his adorable peridot colored eyes and before Hiro could do anything drastic, Sora scooped up the cat into his arms and carried him to the bedroom without a thought.

Thankfully, Aunt Cass' back was turned once Hiro informed her that the sound came from Mochi.

"Well at least have something to eat," she said giving her youngest nephew a dish of rice and three wings.

"Thanks for understanding," Hiro replied as he took the dish with a lying smile. Then he carefully carried the dish up to his bedroom, uncertain as to whether or not he should eat it, but food was the least of his primary concern.

"Don't work too hard!" Cass called as Hiro disappeared up the stairs.

Through his fixed smile, Cass felt that something was wrong with Hiro, but she was uncertain, thinking that a day of school had gotten his mind off of Tadashi. Then again, maybe there was something else behind his odd behavior as she sat down to an empty table of Buffalo wings, celery and rice. With her eldest nephew dead and her younger nephew whom she saw as the only son she had ever known starting to distance himself away from her, Cass could only feel a familiar cloud of depression seeping into her bloodstream.

"Hairy baby! Hairy baby…"

Hiro and Sora arrived in the room just in time to see Baymax sitting on the floor near the landing and petting Mochi's back with his left hand, his eyes at half-mast and his voice starting to speed up, then slow down. Mochi, upon sensing Hiro and Sora, turned back at them in a snooty glare and left Baymax's lap to spend his dinner with Cass. Donald and Goofy were awed by the displays and artifacts of the bedroom, careful not to touch anything to avoid a quick reprimand from Hiro.

Hiro placed the dish down on the table under the coat rack acquired Baymax's left arm and wrapped it behind his neck like a scarf. Baymax himself was more wobbly than ever as he pushed Hiro into the oval mirror, tilting its bottom up by six degrees.

"I am healthcare your personal Baymax," the robot waddled with a speech impediment as they reached the charging station by the wall.

"One foot in front of the other," Hiro instructed.

Baymax moved his right in the charging station, then out again, in again, out again, in again and both feet were safely placed inside the charging station. A battery logo on the middle of the luggage showed the status of the battery and the bar went quickly up to full along with Baymax, who was slowly inflating by ten seconds.

Hiro moved two steps away from Baymax, turned to the window, and seeing that it was night, dropped his spine on the bed, tired, flustered and wracked with a mixture of emotions from a long day of adventure. He removed the microbot core from his right hoodie pocket, took it out of the petri dish and studied it with his fingertips.

"This doesn't make any sense," he muttered in Japanese.

The boy felt just about ready for bed, looking up to the ceiling as he dropped his right hand down on his abdomen with a breath. After a second of silence, Baymax interrupted his thoughts.

"Tadashi."

"What about him?" asked Sora.

"Tadashi programmed me to remember him," Baymax explained.

Hiro looked over at the dark shadow of Tadashi's side of the room, where his brother's San Fransokyo Ninjas cap lay on the bed in a haunting reminder of the evil red flames that took Tadashi away from him. He turned away from the room and buried his eyes into the pillow, shutting his world away from Tadashi's forever.

"When will he return?" Baymax's voice resonated.

"Tadashi's dead, Baymax," Hiro tried to block the tears. "He's never coming back."

Being a robot, Baymax remained optimistic, showing no remorse for the loss of his creator.

"Tadashi was in excellent health, with a proper diet and exercise, he should have led a long life."

Hiro's voice began to break, further and further with each word.

"Yes…h-he should have…but there was a fire…he ran inside to save Professor Callaghan…the whole building exploded…I held his hand, when he died…and now he's dead."

Hearing this caused Sora to sprout a tear from his left eye. He wiped it with his left hand before the drop could reach his lips.

Why should I be crying? He thought to regain composure. Tadashi was Hiro's brother, not mine. If it was Ven, then I'd have a reason to cry.

And he remembered the same words he said to Hiro on the night of the showcase:

"What if you woke up one morning and realized that Tadashi wasn't there anymore?"

"Gawsh," Goofy cooed in a sad voice. "That's the most tragic story I've ever heard since forever."

Donald led Goofy away to let the humans and the robot alone for a few minutes. After their footsteps disappeared from Hiro's hearing range, Baymax replied in a strong voice.

"Tadashi is here."

Hiro clutched the pillow like a stuffed animal.

"He's not."

"In your heart is what Baymax means," Sora indicated by his crown pendant.

But Hiro could only bury himself further into the bed, wanting to shrink away from the whole world and into another where his brother could be an immortal being.

"I don't want him in my heart, I want him here with me."

He began to go against his own words.

"Aunt Cass, my new friends and even Detective Tracy keep telling me that Tadashi's not really gone as long as we remember him…but I don't believe them. It still hurts."

"Despite the fact that it was you who said those words? About him not being gone as long as we remember him?" Sora remembered from the funeral.

"Words are just words," Hiro moaned.

Baymax tilted his head to the right.

"I see no evidence of physical injury."

"It's a different kind of pain," Hiro explained. "It's called grief."

"I've had loads of grief in my experience," Sora added. "You don't see me moping and curled up into a ball. No, I go on, confident that I will live to have a full, honest life."

Baymax waddled three steps to Hiro.

"You are my patient. I would like help."

"And so would I," Sora said.

"You can't bring back the dead, buddy," Hiro sobbed.

He heard a soft electronic noise, opening his eyes to see Baymax flipping through different websites on the computer monitor.

"I am downloading a database on personal loss," the robot explained.

The monitor went blank.

"Database downloaded."

Baymax's readout displayed "Bereavement" under diagnosis, later adding "Contact with family and friends" under treatment.

"Treatments include contact with friends or loved ones," Baymax explained as headshots of Fred, Honey Lemon, Wasabi and Go Go appeared on his chest with a turquoise person symbol above it. "I am contacting them now via wi-fi homing signal."

Hiro did not wish to have anymore company besides his brother's robot, thinking that the nerd quartet would only consolidate his emotions with some unneeded happiness. So, he jumped of the bed and scrambled his hands against the contacts only to succeed in displacing them under a white ripple and disappearing out of sight.

"Your friends have been contacted," the robot replied.

Hiro jolted his eyes upward to the northeast direction of his eyelids and flung his left hand in the open air.

"Unbelievable," was his reply.

Great, now I really am starting to sound just like my brother.

Before anything else, he could feel a soft substance gripping his back and his waist.

"What are you doing?" Hiro identified the substance as none other than Baymax, whose neck was perched on top of Hiro's wild black hair.

"Other treatments include compassion and physical reassurance."

Hiro encourage a smile.

"I'm okay, really."

Baymax twisted his head away from Hiro's point of view.

"You will be all right," he soothed.

Hiro's eyes followed Baymax's right hand and closed as the hand patted his soft, wavy hair two times over with Baymax's comforting voice:

"There, there."

Hiro turned to the squishy bot and embraced his heavy-set stomach, returning the hug with a pat of his left hand.

"Thanks, Baymax."

The robot set himself back by three steps.

"I am sorry about the fire," Baymax apologized.

Half of Hiro's happiness faded.

"It's okay, it was an accident."

Then something occurred into Hiro's seamless mind: an epiphany. Detective Tracy had told him during the funeral that the fire may had been an act of vandalism and he promised the boy that would catch the person responsible, but so far had not. He looked over at the microbot sitting on his pillow, studied with his right hand and took a careful observation at the four inch object, realizing:

"Unless, maybe it wasn't an accident."

"You mean the whole showcase was a set-up?" asked Sora, thinking out-loud.

"Not exactly, but sort of," Hiro answered as the great amount of truth was processing into his thoughts. "The guy in the mask works for Big Boy, not only did he steal my microbots by setting off that fire to cover his tracks, but he's the one responsible for Tadashi's death."

Sora was alarmed.

"You don't think Tadashi was…murdered?"

"I'm positive," Hiro said, facing the window. "And if Detective Tracy wants evidence, then its evidence were gonna get! We gotta catch those guys and bring him to justice!"

"Then count me in!" Sora voted.

Hiro turned his head counterclockwise, but he was not answering to Sora…his eyes were entirely on Baymax. The young genius was imagining his brother's great work as something more exciting-a battle bot.

"But first, you're gonna need some upgrades."

---

As Hiro prepared for a new chapter in his life, the Club Ritz was having a jaunty Mexican fiesta, courtesy of Mumbles, who used his connections in South America to "pull a few strings". Big Boy was using this as a distraction for phase two of Lord Deathstrike's master plan as well keeping the club at a perfect, yet seemingly innocent image of a fancy restaurant rather than a speakeasy. A caravansary of the city's Hispanic residents, including Mr. and Mrs. Miyazaki, were invited to attend. Recycled streamers representing the Mexican colors of red, white and green endorsed the ceiling, since the party had only been announced in such a short notice. Dishes of nachos, salsa, albondigas soup, cheese enchiladas and tacos for appetizers. The band members were dressed in the costumes of the Three Amigos, the Ritz Girls wore the traditional attire of grape-stompers, with skirts and headscarves of red, blue, purple, celeste, iris, and viridian and Breathless, donned in a black, white and red matador outfit, was singing a crazy little tune in her best impression of La Cucaracha.

I'm going bananas,

And I feel like my poor little mind,

Is being devoured by piranhas.

For I'm going Bananas!

Far behind the stage from the stairs, the man in the Kabuki mask, Lord Deathstrike, watched her from afar. There was something about this enigmatic barroom singer that made him feel compassion with an impressive hauteur. But alas, he could he not show his true feelings for her as he left for the conference room upstairs.

Big Boy's spacious office was quiet, with the man himself in his favorite chair amongst a dozen gangsters sitting at the reflective glass table of a brilliant blood-red slash. They were planning to strike the Naval Shipyard at Hunter's Point for a piece of portal technology that had been lost at sea some three months prior as they lazed about with cigars, cigarettes, chocolate-covered nougats, walnuts, champagne, whiskey and rich tulip glasses of LaCroix Lime Sparkling Water.

B-B eyes was pouring a stiff glass of whiskey into his glass, offering it to Coffyhead who shook his right hand no, but Crewy Lou, Measles and Oodles were willing to help themselves.

"Pay attention, everyone," Big Boy began. "Am I right to think that nobody knows except those four guys and that balloon thing?"

Spaldoni, sitting opposite to Big Boy, was confused.

"Umm…..No?" he asked in a dim-witted way.

"Then there's someone else?"

"When I said no, I thought you mean yes."

"So there is someone else?!" Oodles asked excitedly.

Big Boy felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

"Spaldoni, you're my lawyer, and what lawyers do is make a law. Now all I want is a simple straight answer: is there no one else besides us who knows about the crime of the century?"

Giorgio tried to find the right answer.

"No?"

"As in there is or isn't?" Big Boy inquired.

Johnny Ramm hated to see his friends argue, thus he interrupted the argument to prevent World War III from breaking out over a simple question.

"Friends! Please!" he shouted in a friendly smile. "Don't ya think we should do something about that kid and his friends before he finds out what we're really up to?"

"How?" Big Boy asked with open hands. "We don't even know where he is, we don't know where he sleeps, so how can we look for him if we don't have his address?"

"Or who he is," added Pear-Shape.

"As long as he doesn't bother us," Itchy stated. "He won't get too suspicious."

"Itinkhezspicious," Mumbles uttered to Stooge Viller on his left hand side.

"For once I agree with you Mumbles," Stooge said, puffing his cigarette. "I think he's suspicious already."

By now Texie Garcia was at her wit's end. Given the amount of alcohol introduced to her system, the criminals could already tell that her speech was beginning to slur.

"Oh, who cares?!" she whined, toying with the glass in her right hand. "Those guys don't really matta. Let him tell the whole damn world about us! Tracy and the guys in blue will get us soon enough and we already have A DEAD SCIENTIST AND A CHEMISTRY PROFESSOR ON OUR HANDS!"

"Oh shut up, Texie," Big Boy gritted under his teeth.

He had not been this upset with her since the day he kidnapped Tess Trueheart for his impending payroll robbery. Big Boy's flirtatious efforts over Ms. Trueheart made Texie so jealous that she was willing to commit suicide by putting Big Boy's M1911 at her temple. This attempt was later foiled by her arrest was immediately forgotten by her following interrogation (and failed bribery) with Detective Tracy, who did believe her confession that she had been the one firing the gunshots when he entered Caprice's apartment.

At last, Flattop spoke out to Caprice.

"What do you suggest for phase two?"

"Well, since there appears to be some slight confusion as to our loyalty, I say that only a few of us will have to stay behind and look after the club."

"I suggest we handle it in proper military fashion," Pear-Shape agreed. "Suppose that one of us is a traitor, those who stay behind will look after the fort and prevent it from falling into the enemy hands. Now all in favor, say 'aye'."

Mumbles, Measles, Lips and Coffyhead raised their hands in agreement.

"You sure about this?" Ribs asked his boss.

"This is a gang war, Mocco," Big Boy said. "Casualties are inevitable."

---

Whenever Cass sat down to watch a recorded movie on her television set, her selected genre would be a horror classic. With Mochi in her arms, Donald on her left and Goofy on her right (both of them on the floor), she sat on a chair, eyes glued to the monitor watching Colin Clive shouting in ecstasy "It's alive! It's alive!" in a colorized version of James Whale's Frankenstein from 1931. Now on its one hundred and first anniversary, Cass was immersed by the century old technology that brought Frankenstein's monster to life.

As a result of her indulgence on the fascination of how the dead could be brought back to life, even a hundred years ago, she did not turn her head to see Sora, Hiro and Baymax walking behind her on quiet feet. Donald and Goofy's ears however, did notice and they turned their heads counterclockwise to see Sora signaling them with his right index finger. They turned back to Cass, then Sora, got up and walked to the stairs. Baymax was also fascinated (and curious) over the technology featured on the TV monitor, and he was about to join Cass when, a step later, he was dragged downstairs by a hasty Hiro, who escorted the probing robot to his garage. He didn't care about his aunt now, he was intending to surprise her with the news that he had sent Tadashi's murderer up the river.

Placed against the garage door, painted with a mountainous view and a bonsai tree on the cliff of a hill, Baymax held his arms up in a crucified position to let Hiro scan him with a Datalogic QuickScan QD2100 that he held in his right hand.

"If we're going incapacitate Big Boy and those other guys, you need to fight and I will be your master."

Pushing the central button down with his thumb, a light green ray covered Baymax from head to toe and grid outline of his body appeared on Hiro's 3D printer monitor.

"Will apprehending Mr. Caprice and the man in the mask improve your emotional state?" Baymax asked as Hiro dashed to the monitor on his swivel chair.

Hiro added the correct colors to his model of Baymax.

"Absolutely," he replied as if he were speaking to Tadashi.

With extra force of his hands, he pushed himself away from the monitor towards his regular computer monitor. On it was an application for model viewing and editing with Baymax on the right screen and the left screen which read "Click to Browse Videos" under a tube shade. Above them on the top of the screen were "File", "Edit", "Layout", "Data" and "Cache".

"Let's work on your moves."

Hiro pressed the right mouse button on "Copy to Chip" under "Data" and began typing "/Hiro/Desktop/Data_Chip_120" in the "Save To" search engine with rapid fingers. On the other monitor, he played a video, dated six months ago, of him and Tadashi practicing a match of karate and jujitsu. He paused the video on himself lifting his left foot on Tadashi's left hand as he was about to block it. With a swish of his right index finger, the video clip moved from the second monitor to the main one. Fourteen construction joints in the form of red dots appearing on Baymax's body turned to green as Baymax's figure took Hiro's position. Then, reminiscent of the rotoscoping process used in an animated feature film, Baymax's model copied Hiro's attacks against Tadashi in a near-perfect synchronization. Hiro nearly laughed as he watched himself in the video strike Tadashi's neck with his right elbow in a near-perfect Palkup Chigi, reliving all those matches of Taekwondo, Soo Bahk Do, Aikido, Judo, Hapkido, Pankration and Sambo, but now was not the time for ruminating, he needed to bring Big Boy, the man in the mask and Tadashi's murderers to justice…even if it meant killing them.

As the orange bar covered the word "Capturing", Hiro faced Baymax, who was standing behind him, watching the maneuvers of his maker and his younger brother going at it in a not-so-bloody battle.

"Now let's take care of this."

And to prove his point, Hiro playfully poked at Baymax's belly two times with his right index finger and used the computer desk to shove himself away from the monitor. Baymax's gaze followed and he looked down, repeating Hiro's poking with his own index finger.

Zipping over to the 3D monitor, he displayed nine images of a football player from the San Fransokyo 49ers, a couple of armored Chinese soldiers (one from the Southern Dynasty, the other from the Northern Dynasty), an armadillo, two robots, armor plating and bulletproof vests for reference material. Throwing the images around, Hiro connected an orange line from Baymax's left forearm. At the end of the line under Baymax was a triangle, which Hiro transformed into a carbon-fiber shoulder plate. Sora, Donald and Goofy watched him with awe as Hiro typed correct letters of "Print" and the printing process was set into motion.

Baymax reached Hiro just as he pushed himself away from the desk and rolled his way to the third computer attached to the 3D printer, pressed seven keys and whizzed his way to the 3D printer where two mechanical arms processed, painted and modeled every intricate detail of the shoulder pad. Then, wearing orange shaded protective goggles, he furnished the shoulder pad with a jigsaw. He also put back the Li-ion batteries into the robot as a secondary power source.

In no time at all, (about thirteen minutes at least) Baymax looked down upon the fittings of his new body. His reply was:

"I have some concerns. This armor may undermine my non-threatening huggable design."

His helmet, shoulder pads, arm pads, and leggings were dull-green, the same shade of green on the jacket that Tadashi wore on the night of his murder, which Hiro specifically chose in the most honorable way he could think of. Underneath the pads were black tungsten carbine fabric and white gloves, but his biggest concern was a black rubber corset coating his stomach. It was looking more plumper than what it used to be, but Hiro didn't care.

"That's kinda the idea, buddy," he said pointing his fingers down in exclamation. "You look sick!"

"I cannot be sick," said the marshmallow. "I am a robot."

"That's just an expression," Hiro apologized.

A male voice rung on the monitor.

"Data transfer complete."

Hiro knew the program was ready and he lifted his right foot with a push to the computer to retrieve his accomplishment. He typed the right four buttons and out of the slot came a chip that was as red as blood, and just to have some fun with it, Hiro patented the chip with a piece of black Velcro and a skull that he drew himself. In a way, the skull symbolized his determination, showing that he was not afraid to take a human life with a calm expression.

He opened up Baymax's chip slot…to reveal the last remnants of Tadashi Hamada inside the green chip created specifically for the health-care robot, handwriting and all. Hiro stood there, dead to the world like his brother was right now, remembering that all of Tadashi's DNA was encoded into the chip. Should anything happen to it, Tadashi would be dead for good.

"What are you waiting for?" Sora asked from behind. "Just put it in."

"I-"

Hiro tried to resist the temptation of committing suicide to be with his brother again…he now had a more meaningful purpose in life, just as Tadashi wanted him to have and after three seconds, he placed the red chip in the second slot next to the green one and the slots were closed.

Within his readout, Baymax analyzed the red chip and every form of defense, combat and melee in the book was inherited into his intelligence. The first melee move to be parsed was rising block, followed by reverse elbow, block, roundhouse kick and a myriad of every known form of attack recorded throughout the ages. With his own sense of self-control, Baymax looked down at his owner.

"I fail to see how karate makes me a better healthcare companion."

Hiro remained ever kind and smiling like there was no tomorrow.

"You wanna keep me healthy, don't you?" he asked as he took out seven inch board of maple wood from a stack by the door used for his matches with Tadashi.

"Punch this," was his command and Baymax scanned the board in a grid analysis. With shut eyes, Hiro turned the left side of his face away from the impending blow. Baymax positioned himself very steadily and he thrusted his right fist forward, splitting the board in half and showering a couple of splinters on Hiro's face.

The boy opened his right eye, then his other, resuming his head back into a normal position, shouting, "Yes!"

Sora, unsure if Hiro was still aware that he, Goofy and Donald were still in the garage, just applauded for his success.

A minute later, Sora helped Hiro balance a stack of four wooden boards on the sides of two black-topped stools.

"Hammerfist!" the boy gestured and shouted.

Baymax obeyed and he plunged his right fist into the boards. Not a single one remained intact.

"Sidekick!"

Hiro placed an unused wooden shelf sideways, and Baymax pushed it away with his strong right foot.

"Knife hand!"

Donald and Goofy attached three boards to a trio of medium blue clamps and Baymax used his right fingers to chop the wood into six pieces with the reflex of a cheetah.

"Back kick!"

Bringing back the turned over shelf, Baymax spun his body clockwise in a 120 degree angle and his right foot broke the shelf to smithereens. Woodchips lay across the majority of the garage floor, but Hiro was getting more and more obsessive with each move that Baymax had performed successfully…and all without a year's worth of training, one might add.

"Gummy bears!"

"That's not a move," Donald said matter-of-factly.

"It can be if you have your own personal vending machine," Hiro added and he presented the trio with a yellow colored vending machine with a pig's open mouth drawn over the dispensing compartment at the bottom. On the third row in the middle were a bag of gummy bears that only costed $1.25. Baymax placed his left index finger against the glass over the bag and an electromagnetic propulsion activated the machine to release the gummy bears. It had taken only four seconds for the bag to drop and Hiro whispered, "Yes!"

For the next minute, Baymax displayed his variety of combat skills. Ending with a rising block, he straightened himself, faced Hiro and the two bowed to each other in a saikeirei.

Hiro was enraptured, and with excited movements, held his right fist at the base of Baymax's corset.

"Yeah! Fist bump!"

Baymax looked down at the fist. Even though Tadashi's memories were encoded onto his healthcare chip, some of them were blocked by the corruption of the fighting chip overpowering some of his healthcare skills with his newfound will to fight for mercy…or not at all.

"Fist bump is not in my fighting database," he admitted sadly.

"This isn't a combat move," Hiro rectified. "It's a secret handshake that me and Tadashi do whenever we were…excited or pumped up."

He grabbed Baymax's right hand and clapped it with his own hand. After two seconds of trying to get it all together, Tadashi's memories of his and Hiro's handshake were flooding into Baymax's databanks. He clapped Hiro's hand, then on the dorsum, locked their fists together and Hiro went first, finishing the handshake with his imitation of an explosion that sounded more like a quiet whoosh and lifted his right arm high above him. Baymax, a peacekeeping robot in his prime and unable to accurately replicate human sound effects, had his own catchphrase to complete the handshake as he slowly drummed his fingers.

"Bah-la-la-la!"

In spite of the poor response, Hiro was pleased.

"Now you're getting it!"

"I will add 'fist bump' to my care-giving matrix," finished Baymax.

Sora summoned the Kingdom Key, followed Donald with his staff and Goofy with his shield.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go catch some criminals!"

Hiro zipped up his hoodie, prepared for cold temperature outside and off they went for the warehouse, never looking back as they headed down the road.

---

In her bedroom; decorated with ten shades of yellow and pink furnishings, Honey Lemon was sitting on her bed, listening to the strong percussion beats of "Bop to the Top" by Ashley Tisdale and Lucas Grabeel on her iPhone. When she reached the bridge of the song, an incoming call from Go Go Tomago had silenced the music altogether.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Aiko. Did you happen to get a call from Hiro at some point around 7:00?"

Honey's smile dropped into a frown. She was supposed to act surprised that Hiro had called them back after all the time had spent up in his room, but she was back to feeling sorry.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if he would want to call me. Maybe he wants a dinner date."

Honey heard another voice on Go Go's line. It belonged to Fred.

"What's that about Hiro?" the young man in the green beanie had asked her. "Has he finally gotten out of his shell?"

"Perhaps," said Go Go, honestly. "Do you think we should pick him up? My bike can't fit all of us if Damion wants to come."

"My parents took the car to Club Ritz for some celebration," Honey found her voice. "If they had known sooner, they would have dropped me off to babysit Hiro for the time being."

"I'm just glad my parents don't go to some traditionalist nightclub," Go Go replied with sheer fulfilment. "And Hiro's not a baby anymore, he's a pre-teen."

Before Honey or Fred could respond, they could hear Wasabi on speaker from Go Go's phone.

"We could take my van," he suggested in a static voice. "My parents are asleep and I'm sure they won't mind if we visit Hiro. But just where do you think he might be?"

"At his home of course," Go Go replied in belittled frustration. "I think he has a homing signal on his GPS."

"Why would anyone want to put a homing signal on him?" Fred overreacted. "Is he being watched by the government?"

"This isn't The Bourne Identity, Fred," Go Go snarled. "From what Tadashi told me and Aiko is that he placed them into Hiro's hoodie so that he could bail him out of bot-fights. Not to mention keeping a close eye on his brother 24/7."

"Maybe we can follow him just in case he's left the house," Wasabi suggested.

"I'm pretty sure he's still there," Go Go assured him.

But she was wrong, fifteen minutes later; after picking up Honey first, Go Go second and Fred last, Wasabi made his way to the Lucky Cat Café via Portola Drive in his 1990 Mitsubishi Minica Toppo when he soon spotted five figures heading down an alleyway near Noe Valley: two of them looked human, one looked like a duck, one looked like a tall dog and the other looked like an extremely heavyset man with metallic edging.

"It must be them," Wasabi muttered and they decided to surprise Hiro by following him at a distance.

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When Hiro, Sora, Donald and Goofy arrived at the Union Iron Works Machine Shop, Baymax went first while the other four went behind him to prevent an ambush of being showered by a lead rain and a tsunami of microbots, since the armor was bullet-proof and Baymax's strategics would finish off several of the smaller microbot waves with a few chops of his hands.

They walked carefully to the door on quiet feet and Baymax lifted his left foot, delivering a blow so strong that it pushed the door right off the hinges and further into the warehouse. Sora and his animal friends readied their weapons and Hiro, looking like a coward so to speak, came from behind Baymax's right and pointed his right index finger at the large space of room shouting, "Get 'em, Baymax!"

But there was no one. The interior of the warehouse was pretty much the same, had it not been for the absence of the microbot manufacturing machine, the drums and the tarp that covered Big Boy and his posse's conference table.

"HELLOOOOOO!" Donald sing-songed, oblivious to the dangers of the invisible criminals. "ANYBODY HOME?!"

There was no response other than the echo of Donald's loud voice and Hiro lowered his arm in defeat.

"We're too late."

He removed the microbot petri dish from his right hoodie pocket, squirming to get out of the dish in a northeastern direction.

"Your tiny robot is trying to go somewhere," Baymax observed.

Hiro looked his head over to the right. In the distance was the Naval Shipyard of Bayview-Hunter's Point, which seemed to be only about a hundred feet away and apparently the current location of the microbots.

"Come on," he gestured to Baymax and the fearless five dashed into the yard.

The Naval Shipyard was located on 638 acres of waterfront at Hunter's Point with over six cranes and two hundred and ninety eight shipping crates from all over the globe. True to its name, the yard served a base for navy ships until its closure in 1994 as part of the Base Realignment and Closure Commission. It proved useful again as a secondary ship yard for loading and unloading freight from trains, trucks and small aircraft carrying appropriately sized loads.

The cars owned by Big Boy and his clique of criminals were parked next to a red 40ft shipping container, which made Hiro certain that the crooks were using the ship yard as a secondary hideout. He heard two voices as he walked his way up the pier, which belonged to Pear-Shape Tone and Laffy Smith.

"Lord Deathstrike's makin' a dive," Pear-Shape said to the incompetent Mr. Smith.

"Who would try to throw a piece of technology into the sea?" Laffy chuckled.

"The guys who probably owned the piece, no doubt," Pear-Shape replied. "All we gotta do is give the boss another hour and we'll be outta here."

If those guys see me, I'm dead. Hiro had to act quickly. His eyes were locked in full concentration on the microbot in its petri dish and he walked faster and faster to the source. As he passed a lime colored street light, he felt a jerk from the pullover of his hoodie holding him back and his left foot dangling over a four foot drop into the water. He looked down and saw what would have become a very embarrassing situation.

"Always wait one hour after eating before swimming," Baymax reminded as he pulled Hiro back.

Goofy's long droopy ears heard a set of voices as Hiro thanked Baymax from a wet situation. Behind a corner of containers were Little Face, Brow, Shoulders, Stooge Viller and Rhodent all grouped together over something that looked like strips of bacon.

"What'cha eating?" Stooge asked Rhodent.

"I took a bag of beef jerky from the kitchen before we left," he offered a piece to Brow. "Want some?"

"No thanks, I'm trying to cut back."

Little Face was smoking on a cigarette. He blew a puff of secondhand smoke onto the letters "KT" on the red container behind him. Some of the smoke got to Goofy's nose, and he tried his best not to sneeze, so he backed away for a sneeze that, hopefully, was out of the gang's hearing range.

"I still can't believe we're robbing this son of a bitch," Little Face snarled as he tapped the ashes out. "Big Boy tells me he's fit to be wasted, especially after he cut off his money with him."

"Along the robotics scientist and the chemistry professor who got roasted in the big flambé last month?" Rhodent squeaked in his high voice. "It's like killing three traitors with one gun."

"Or in this case, a flamethrower," Shoulders sighed with boredom. A card game would have been perfect for this occasion, in this way the five could bet on whoever got the piece first.

At last, Goofy blew his nose, which caught Sora, Donald and Baymax's attention, but not Hiro's. He had been observing the microbot struggling to break free from the petri dish. With all its might, the microbot pushed the top open…and flew away…far away into a fog of darkness at the speed of a single bullet.

"Hey!"

Hiro extended his right hand in response, but the microbot was too far from his reach. It was silent for four seconds…until Hiro could see a figure from atop the clouds. With an ominous buzz, the figure's bottom appeared to extend, showing what might have been a long neck or a tail and like a mermaid rising from the sea, was none other than the man in the Kabuki mask riding on a hill of microbots. Donald heard footsteps coming from their rear flank and he gestured, "Someone's coming!" in a hushed voice.

As they ran for cover behind the pair of red containers (Little Face and his friends had already left through the opposite direction) Hiro looked cautiously at his new archenemy. The footsteps belonged to Big Boy, who was wearing a turquoise double-breasted suit with black pinstripes, a turquoise Persian lamb overcoat with a black collar and a turquoise hat. The hunchbacked criminal was making room for the Kabuki man, his microbots crashing a small wave of water against the concrete pier and spilled all over, even going as far as soaking the soles of Big Boy's boots.

"Did ya get it?" he asked.

"I have," replied the Kabuki mask in a distorted voice and he presented the piece of machinery that looked like the front of a rail cannon with the logo of a red sparrow on its left end.

Hiro studied the symbol as it came over him. Sora turned his back to hear another voice: Crewy Lou; she had been standing on guard with Itchy and Measles by her side and a flashlight was attached to her Winchester Model 12. It seemed pretty clear to Sora that Itchy was suffering from fatigue and Measles was smoking on a cigarette looking bored out of his mind as evidenced by the inactivity prior to the Kabuki man's mission of dredging the river for his missing object. Frustrated by their laxity, Crewy Lou glared at Itchy and slapped the back of his head with her right hand.

"No snoozing," she reprimanded in a harsh voice. "Boss wants to make sure the kid and his misfit friends won't be interruptin' us."

"What's the use?" asked Measles in a weak voice. "It's not like he's somebody we know and besides, it was just once."

"I think he'll think twice before showing his ass around here again," Itchy said back.

"I'm just doing what Big Boy told us," Crewy Lou took a sniping position. "Now keep your eyes open."

And so they did, but since their backs were turned on the intruders, Sora had wiped his brow in relief. It was not too long however when he heard a pair of four footsteps.

"Say, Texie, did ya know where you put that notebook?" asked the voice of Ribs Mocco.

"Big Boy has it," Texie replied. "Tracy couldn't resist using it to recover practically everything we stole from six years ago, that's for sure."

"Yeah," Ribs sighed. "Good times."

Hiro was willing to have his own memories of "good times" as well – one of them being a ceremony hosted by his aunt and Detective Tracy for putting his brother's murderer behind bars. Aunt Cass spoiled him with a huge bowl of buffalo wings and chocolate and vanilla cupcakes and Tracy rewarded him with a medal of heroic service. As he backed away from the unsuspecting eyes of the Kabuki man, Baymax noticed something.

"Your heartrate has increased dramatically."

But Hiro took no notice.

"Okay, Baymax," he whispered. "Time to use those upgrades."

Baymax lifted his left arm, using his right one as a defensive guard. But before he could take action, the bright lights of a car came into Hiro's field of vision. He gasped once the car had stopped, the doors opened, its passengers were leaving the front seats and Hiro, thinking that he had been caught, was shielding his eyes with his right hand, knowing that his fate was sealed with a bullet to the forehead and he would be with Tadashi again…

But fortunately on his part, the lights turned off, revealing the figures of Wasabi No-Ginger, Honey Lemon, Fred Lee and Go Go Tomago.

"Hiro?" they all asked in unison.

Sora was relived.

"Oh, you guys."

Hiro raced up to them in his defiance. He did not wish to have any innocents like Tadashi's research team be involved in such a dangerous task.

"No! No! No!" he shouted quietly. "Get out of here! They'll shoot you!"

"Who'll shoot us?" asked Honey in confusion.

Her question was overshadowed by Wasabi.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked the raven haired boy.

"Nothing!" Hiro resumed his Cheshire grin once more. "Just going out for a walk. It helps my prepubescent mood swings."

"We were trying to find the guy in the Kabuki mask," Sora corrected. He was beginning to show an agitation towards Hiro's lies.

But Wasabi's ears were not focused on Hiro or Sora, they (along with his hazel colored eyes) were focused on the armored robot standing six feet away from Hiro. Its shape and size reminded him of a similar robot that Tadashi Hamada had presented on the last day of his life and would later become his living legacy.

"Is that Baymax?"

Go Go stepped forth as Hiro tried to protest. She directed her left thumb at the droid's helmet.

"Uh, why is Baymax wearing carbon-fiber armor?"

Baymax motioned his forearms up and down as if he were doing the robot dance (which was ironic, being one himself).

"I also know karate."

Hiro was frantic. Out of the corner of his left eye, he was thought to have seen Crewy Lou discovering their position, and rather than firing off a warning shot, she turned to look for Big Boy. She found him in a discussion with Lord Deathstrike that was too far for her to hear and she only heard peels of Caprice's gruff voice and so as not alert the intruders by driving them away, decided to draw Big Boy's attention by flashing her lamp on and off like a Morse lamp. Lord Deathstrike looked over Caprice's head, and he could translate her message which read:

"SOS. Intruder alert. Send help. Immediately."

Meanwhile, down on the ground away from Big Boy, Honey Lemon was trying to calm the frantic young raven.

"You have to go."

"No. Don't push us away, Hiro. We're here for you. That's why Baymax contacted us."

Speaking of Baymax, Hiro turned his head to hear him speak about another one of his treatments.

"Those who suffer a loss require support from friends and loved ones."

Hiro held his hands defensively at Baymax.

"Okay, but-"

"Who would like to share their feelings first?"

Sora wanted to tell his own emotional experiences from his journeys across other worlds before Fred raised his left arm and jigged his way over to the robot like a rap singer.

"My name is Fred Lee and it's been thirty days since my last-"

Fred was about to say "shower" before he heard the noise of groaning metal and he looked up just in time to shout "Holy Mother of Megazon!" at what he had to see.

"Am I the only one seeing this?"

Suspended above the group was a 20ft orange container held by two pillars of microbots, the finial decorations shaped like geysers. Next to the man in the Kabuki mask on his center right was Big Boy Caprice, arms crossed and looking down at his frozen-with-fear enemies with a very unpleasant scowl.

"You just don't know when to stay out of trouble, do you?"

Honey Lemon, thankful that she had brought her iPhone with her, snapped a picture of Big Boy and the Kabuki man in a quick flare of flash photography. Hopefully, she would present it as photographic evidence to the authorities. But unfortunately, the flash only irritated Big Boy and the Kabuki man's eyes.

"No paparazzi here, toots!" he turned to his benefactor. "Give it to 'em, Deathstrike."

The group ran for cover as the masked man plunged the container down at them except for Wasabi, who screamed bloody murder and shook his hands wildly as his life flashed before his eyes. He screamed so loud and so high that the criminals would have taken him for a banshee or a siren singing off-key.

"I DON"T WANNA DIE!" he sobbed grossly.

He opened his eyes, realizing that he was not in the afterlife, nor a spirit, but alive since Baymax had been supporting the container for the last eight seconds.

Hiro pointed to the van.

"Go!"

Then to his faithful robot.

"Baymax, get him!"

Go Go, having realized that Hiro was still behind, grabbed his left arm with her right and dragged him to the shotgun seat of the Mitsubishi. Honey Lemon and Fred were in the back and Wasabi was at the driver's seat.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Saving your life," and Go Go closed the door.

Once they were inside, Hiro lifted his left arm at Baymax, who had thrown the container aside and was charging at Big Boy and the Kabuki man.

"Baymax can handle that guy!"

But just as the words escaped from his lips, Big Boy shouted "Uppercut!" to Lord Deathstrike and he used the microbots to form a giant fist that delivered an uppercut to Baymax's chin, catapulting the robot at thirty feet into the air…the trajectory landing him directly onto the roof of the van. The passengers inside ducked their heads upon the impact of Baymax's rear end ripping through the roof.

"Oh no," was his reply and the rear view mirror had fallen off from the wake of the blow.

The other criminals spotted Wasabi shifting the van in reverse and that is when Big Boy shouted, "After them, before they rat us out to the feds!"

Sora threw his Keyblade into the air by eight feet and a spark of light created a Keyblade Glider (or Keyblade Rider in some terms) in the shape of a winged caster board, just like his brother Ventus' glider. Donald and Goofy hopped on Sora's back, intent on serving as the glider's weapons for a high speed chase. The Keyblader kept his balance on the midsection while Donald took the starboard wing and Goofy took the port wing.

As the thugs scrambled to their cars and readied their firearms for battle, Go Go, riding shotgun, kept her concentration on the Kabuki man as she interrogated Hiro.

"Hiro! Explanation, now!"

Hiro's hands were gripped on the front seats. His right on the passenger seat and his left on the driver's.

"H-he stole my microbots, he started the fire, he killed Tadashi and I don't know who he is other than he works for Big Boy Caprice!"

Looking through the windshield, Hiro could see a column of microbots rushing straight toward them.

"Baymax!" he ordered rapidly. "Palm heel strike!"

Baymax did so. He held up his left palm and when the microbots made contact, the force of the blow had pushed the car further back from the column and out onto Crisp Road, spinning wildly against the wet pavement. Donald even used a freezing spell on a sharp spike of microbots that came almost immediately after the column.

Inside Big Boy's Cadillac, Spaldoni slammed his right hand on the car horn, signaling the cars of the other criminals as Lord Deathsrike charged the microbots after them.

On the Mitsubishi, Baymax rotated his head 180 degrees for a scan, looking back to see the Kabuki man with Big Boy's Caddy, Flattop's Toyota, Lips' Yukon XL, Oodles' Volkswagen, Pruneface's Audi and Coffyhead's Durango speeding after them at fifty miles per hour. Over his highly advanced audio system, he could hear Flattop shouting "Itchy, faster!"

Itchy, being an avid fan of Katy Perry, was playing "Hot N Cold" on the car radio while B-B was riding shotgun with Crewy Lou and Flattop himself leaning out of his rear right window with the Tommy gun.

"No one touches these guys but me!" he told his moll.

As they sped up Oakdale Avenue, Go Go directed Wasabi with her right index finger.

"Hard left!"

And so he did. The car screeched onto Bayshore Boulevard, its right rear wheel lifted off the road. The right side of Fred's face was pressed against the left rear window as the car crashed over three garbage cans and headed straight down the boulevard, avoiding a barrage of three bullets from B-B Eyes' Smith and Wesson.

In an alleyway, a patrol car was parked with Sam Catchem driving, Pat Patton in the passenger's seat and Policewoman Lizz riding in the back. Tracy had taken the night off and they were taking over his shift for any gambling raids or other offensives. So far there had been the report of a petty theft on Cesar Chavez Street, involving a woman's purse getting stolen by a handsome man of twenty eight and it turned out the thief was her boyfriend trying to return it to her. When the Crimestoppers followed him to the Silver Crest Donut Shop, the man and the woman were snuggling up to each other at a small table and he admitted that alleged theft was an honest mistake. Now, here they sat, waiting for a speedster or two to show up in the middle of a quiet road.

"I for one am guilty about making up the cause of the Tech fire as a discharge," Patton sighed to Catchem.

"How should I know?" Catchem said incompetently. "I ain't no firefighter."

"Tell that to the fire department," Lizz commented, and before she could say anymore, a van, a hoverboard, six cars and what looked like the neck of the Loch Ness Monster came speeding past them on a grand speed of sixty miles an hour.

"Great Scott!" gasped Patton. "What was that?!"

Catchem looked left and right. There were no signs of the speedsters anywhere and the incident had happened so fast, he did not know what to do next. He wished right now that he had bought a radar gun for the trip.

"Well, whatever they were," he muttered to his Irish pal. "They're gone now."

The Mistubishi with Hiro, Baymax, Honey, Fred and Go Go inside was zooming down the road as fast as Wasabi would let it, based on the speed limit signs telling him to go at fifty miles per hour. Sora was trying to deflect the oncoming bullets from Lips' Yukon with the reflect spell. Inside the car was Brow riding shotgun and firing off five rounds of his CZ 27, attempting to shoot the rear tires.

"Yo, Little Face, get behind the tires!"

Little Face's signature firearm was a Smith & Wesson Model 60 with a barrel that was the size of his face and black rubber grips. He carried it in his right hand, and while keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel, fired two rounds at the rear right tire, only to succeed in having the bullets strike the pavement with a zip.

The man in the Kabuki mask, heading in-between Flattop's car and Big Boy's Caddy on a tidal wave of microbots, saw an overhead bridge of tracks belonging to the Caltrain route. Rather than lowering his head at the obstacle, his thought process allowed the bots to push him over the pass at about six feet and he landed his feet right back on the wave like a professional surfer.

Fred and Honey looked back at the chasers from the safety of the backseat of the car. Honey was frightened but Fred squinted his eyes and a mental lightbulb was brightening every dark corner of his mind.

"The mask…the black suit…the henchmen…"

An epiphany had struck his central nerve system.

"We're under attack from a super-villain, people! A real bad guy-a Yokai!"

He pressed his hands against the window and smiled to Honey Lemon, who was gritting her teeth under the vibration of the car. That, or she was becoming more and more afraid by the minute.

"How cool is that? I mean it's scary, obviously, but how cool!"

Flattop, still leaning from his side of the Toyota, loaded the drum of his Tommy gun and fired ten rounds in an "M" shaped direction of a sort. The first two struck the pavement, missing the rear tires. The third and fourth bullets crashed into the rear right brake light, shattering it into tiny pieces of glittering rubies. The next four bullets shattered the rear window, causing Fred and Honey to duck as the male screamed with his hands on his beanie, "HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US!"

Finally, the last three bullets completely destroyed the rear left brake light and the tail lamp, decorating the road with a hundred shards of red and white lenses, which were further scattered by the tires of the whooshing cars and the running microbots. Oodles felt a few bumps in his Volkswagen, but he felt unperturbed, although his car managed to swerve off course due to a small puncture from the broken glass of the Mitsubishi's rear window. He stopped the car's rear bumper from hitting a street light and followed after Coffyhead's Durango once he was able to get the car back on the right side of the road.

Wasabi looked back, counting the distance between himself and the criminals before he reset his eyes back on the road and screeched the car to a stop at the intersection of Bayshore and Geneva Avenue.

"Why have we stopped?" Go Go asked impatiently.

Wasabi craned his head up at the traffic lights.

"The light's red."

And it was, but a person like Leiko Tanaka would never, in her entire life, accept defeat with a stop light.

"THERE ARE NO RED LIGHTS IN A FUCKING CAR CHASE YOU DUMB NIG-!"

Before she could discriminate Wasabi with a politically incorrect choice of wording for his skin color, Flattop's Toyota pulled up next to them on Go Go's side of the car. The flat-headed hood himself was smiling devilishly at Go Go with his demented cupid's mouth. The Tommy gun was cradled in his arms, and without warning, he was likely to have pulled the trigger down at any minute.

"Well, well, well, Flattop Jones," Go Go said unenthusiastically.

"One and only," Flattop smiled.

"Yo, Flattop!" Wasabi cried frantically. "Why ya'll trying to kill us?!"

Flattop fixed his eyes on his "Trench Broom" and reloaded the drum magazine.

"Well, you know the old saying."

"What old saying?"

Wasabi gulped once he saw Flattop aiming the "typewriter" directly at his nose.

"It ain't personal, it's just business."

His tone went dark once he was aiming the gun at Wasabi's brain. Just as his right index finger was pulling the trigger down, Sora, having seen this from his glider, shot a bolt of white lightning at the barrel, jerking Flattop's arms and his gun upwards and firing off fifteen rounds of .45 ACP cartridge bullets into the air and one of them even took out the middle traffic light, allowing Wasabi's Mitsubishi to escape down Geneva Avenue. Sora pushed his right foot down on the front of the glider and took off after them. This time he was trying to be more wary of the criminals coming after them.

"Why is he trying to kill us?" Wasabi asked to no one in particular.

"Simple of criminals!" Fred replied rapidly. "We've seen too much!"

Honey Lemon, however, placed an optimistic smile on her lips. Despite Flattop breaking the window just three minutes ago, she was confident that her peers were just simply overreacting.

"Let's not jump to conclusions, amigos. We don't know he is trying to kill us!"

But just as she said this, Flattop fired the "Chopper" again, this time with twenty rounds that rang through the already shattered rear window and penetrated the seats, causing the passengers to duck as Honey curled into ball, hands covering her ears, eyes shut and screaming in Spanish, "OH MY FUCKING GOD, HE'S TRYING TO KILL US!"

Influence, riding in the passenger seat of Pruneface's Audi R8, fired eight shots out of his AK-47, but the first bullet only succeeded in shooting off the left wing mirror, while the rest struck the pavement and the last bullet nearly punctured the rear left tire. Go Go, a mere three seconds after the attack, noticed something else.

"Did you just put your blinker on?"

And so it was, it was signaling Wasabi to turn right onto Mission Street. Go Go, having driven a motorcycle most her life, never had to use any blinkers to indicate her turns, she could go anywhere she wanted to even if meant breaking the speed limit.

"You have to indicate your turn!" Wasabi shouted frantically. "IT"S THE LAW!"

Fuck the law. Go Go spoke quietly in her head. But what she said out loud was:

"That's…"

And she removed her pink Bubble Double piece of gum right out of her mouth with her right hand…

"IT."

…and stuck it on the dashboard, a symbol of good luck she had learned from her idol, Cliff Secord (otherwise known as the Rocketeer); a stunt pilot from the Golden Age of Aviation who flew with a jetpack that allowed him to fly from Los Angeles to New York, fighting Nazis and rescuing his damsel in distress Betty Page.

Go Go, on the other hand, was far from being the traditionalist damsel in distress and being the strong-minded and independent young woman that she was, pushed Wasabi back, sat on his lap, pulled the gear shifter down and slammed her right foot on the gas pedal. The car's rear tires screeched with fury and hurtled forward; Go Go could see that "Yokai" was up ahead blocking the way. She severed the car up Mission Street with Sora trying to catch up with her speed of seventy miles an hour.

Inside Big Boy's Cadillac, Spaldoni (who was driving the car), asked his boss.

"You think we should head 'em off at the pass?"

Big Boy, who sitting in between Ribs and Texie in the back seat with Johnny Ramm riding shotgun, just shrugged with disapproval.

"That kinda stuff only works in the western movies, Spud. It's the freeway where we outta head 'em off."

Spaldoni nodded and Ramm exchanged his agreement. If they were fast enough, they would catch the intruders at the freeway or somewhere further along the way if Lord Deathstrike didn't get there first. It seemed to Big Boy, that Deathstrike was travelling faster on the microbots than any of the cars involved in the chase.

The Mitsubishi cruised down Mission Street as fast as a roller coaster (or a race car in this instance), passing the John F. Foran Freeway before Big Boy or "Yokai" could reach them. They raced up San Jose Avenue, down Cesar Chavez Street, up Holiday Avenue, passed the Asian Art Museum, up Hyde Street, turning left onto Turk Street, a little further up Market Street and then finally up Stockton Street with Wasabi screaming all the way. Go Go hoped and prayed that none of their actions would reported to the authorities, especially her parents of all other people.

Soon they came to the Stockton Street Tunnel where a sign telling the cars to be quiet was placed over the alcove. Flattop's Toyota was still the closest car to the Mitsubishi, with Big Boy's Cadillac far behind. The other cars were at a close range, but with every direction Go Go had taken, the Mitsubishi was not too easy to miss, especially since Flattop had memorized the license plate: 100PCE.

Their chances of using the tunnel as an escape route were dashed when the man in the Kabuki mask appeared, as if out of nowhere (he had taken a shortcut, no doubt). A hill of microbots was barricading the tunnel, but Go Go saw this as an opportunity to use a power slide, a favorite move from her days in the San Fransokyo Criterium. Her hands pulled hard on the steering wheel, causing the rear tires of the Mitsubishi to slide in a 120 degree angle and leap into the road above the tunnel. Sora jerked the front of the glider upwards, with Donald and Goofy holding onto his arms as the rider rocketed after the Mitsubishi. Big Boy and the other criminals in their cars raced after them on the ramps leading to the road on both ends of the tunnel.

"Stop the car!" Hiro shouted to Go Go once they were on Bush Street. "Baymax and I can take the guy down!"

But before he could take further action, Crewy Lou pumped the Winchester and leaned her upper body from the left rear window of the Toyota. She took aim and fired a single shot at the passenger door, intent on shooting off the hinges. The large amount of damage from the bullet, along with the unneeded assistance of the microbots, ripped the door right off and Hiro, unfortunately, was standing close to the unoccupied passenger seat without a seat belt and his right hand was resting on the door. The raven haired boy lost his balance and just when it looked like a quarter meter of California Street would be painted with the blood of his forehead (and his brains), Baymax grabbed the pullover of Hiro's hoodie with his right hand.

Hiro's nose remained within two inches of the tarmac before he was stopped by Baymax and dragged back into the car where the trusty robot placed the seatbelt on, holding up his right index finger and speaking as if he were in a PSA.

"Seatbelts save lives. Buckle up every time."

The Mitsubishi jumped over the intersection at Montgomery Street as Sora transformed his Keyblade into dual guns. These guns were a special ability he had perfected ten years ago and could also combine into a cannon, which charged briefly and then quickly launched a powerful burst of light that emitted a multitude of colors as it dissipated. Sora used this on Flattop's Toyota, but landed a few feet in front of the car, causing it to jerk wildly with screeching brakes. He fired a second shot at the man in the Kabuki mask, but dodged the oncoming blast as Go Go's reckless driving bounced the van further down the road, turned right onto Drumm Street and further up Market Street where they came back to the bay. Go Go saw a railroad crossing up ahead, it's lights turning a bright red and bells ringing. She rotated her head to the left by five inches and heard the horn of a diesel locomotive coming from the east direction.

A freight train bound for Portland, Oregon was late and the engineer was driving the engine at top speed to make up for lost time. Any chances of the speeding Toppo outrunning the train were thirty to sixty, but not for Go Go the speed demon; she pulled the emergency brake handle up by 12 degrees and the car powerslided, reaching the other side of the crossing before the gates closed, allowing the freight train to safely cross without a gory accident taking shape, much to Wasabi's screams of "Woahwoahwoah! Whatareyoudoing?!"

While Sora, Donald and Goofy were able to jump over the speeding train by lifting the glider up then back down on the street behind them, the Kabuki man and the criminals were unfortunate and were forced to follow the band of college students and the three flyers on the opposite side of the Embarcadero alongside the freight train.

"So much for heading them off at the pass," Johnny Ramm said to Big Boy in the Caddy.

But Caprice was silent, and so were the other passengers of the SUV. The comedic nature of the current events were starting to become serious.

Hiro turned his head to the right from the fallen door, being certain to make sure that Sora was still behind them and that they had lost the criminals…but he did not count on "Yokai" using the microbots to lift himself above the mid-section of the engine, his figure rapidly appearing and disappearing behind the arches, fixtures and slanted walls of an overhead bridge. Hiro pondered over Fred's christening of the man in the Kabuki mask as "Yokai", which was Japanese for "spirit", "ghost", "phantom", or "strange apparition". The yellow eyes were directly locked onto the pure innocence of Hiro's russet colored pupils as if he had known the boy from somewhere or someplace.

Tadashi?

It was an illogical thought, but Hiro could not shake the feeling that this man was his older brother, coming back to haunt him.

Go Go turned the car onto the San Fransokyo Bay Trail and Sora followed, breaking Hiro of his thoughts. Honey Lemon was getting anxious.

"Did we lose them?" she asked the younger boy.

As they reached Piers 30-32, Wasabi shouted.

"LOOK OUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!"

A ten foot wall of microbots caught Sora off-guard, and he, Goofy, Donald and the Mitsubishi were surfboarding on a microbot wave that was turning into a tunnel. The opening was getting smaller and smaller by the second. Sora and his friends powered their weapons, Honey's heart was pounding faster than a hummingbird, Fred remained wide-eyed and sacred, Wasabi gritted his teeth, Go Go's adrenaline was concentrating on her speed and Hiro shouted to his robot.

"Baymax! HOLD ON!"

Baymax held his arms against his body and lowered his head.

"We're not gonna make it! We're not gonna make it! We're not gonna make it!" Wasabi cried.

"We're gonna make it! We're gonna make it! We're gonna make it!" Honey shouted in fear.

"WE'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT!"

The tunnel closed…Sora lifted his Keyblade…and shot sparks of lightning throughout the bots, short-circuiting them entirely and launching the Mitsubishi into the air like a cannon. It flew for a split second before gravity kicked in and sent the van back to Earth.

Wasabi was relived.

"We made it!"

But alas, their victory lasted in only three seconds flat. Before Go Go could stop, the car pitched forwards over the pier and landed into the water. With a sudden jerk, the windshield cracked and the passengers bumped themselves into the seats and dashboard upon impact.

"Everybody okay?" Hiro asked with rapid heartbeats.

"I think I broke my nose," Go Go moaned, trying to keep her nostrils from bleeding.

"I told ya we couldn't make it," Wasabi was hyperventilating.

"I stabbed my brain," Fred smoothed his forehead with his left hand.

"I just got my period," said Honey, quoting Audrey Griswold from National Lampoon's Vacation.

Fred looked at Honey with a quizzical expression and before Baymax could scan them for injuries, a creak came from below the chassis. The car floated in the water for a minute, then started to flood from the open door and pulled the front of the Mitsubishi down by the front bumpers.

"HELP!" Honey screamed in a voice she hoped Sora would hear. "WE'RE SINKING!"

Sora, having flown the glider right off the road, circled the submerged vehicle.

"We gotta help them!" he urged he friends.

Donald and Goofy allowed Sora to jump first, then the duck used his mage's staff to create a bubble that trapped him, Goofy and the glider. Given its magical purpose, the bubble would not pop until it could be disused and as Sora swam after the sinking Mitsubishi, he too was encased in the bubble from behind his back. He could even breath too, and able to cast spells on exterior forces without breaking the effervesce.

Itchy saw the pier as well and he quickly jackknifed the Toyota to a stop just fourteen feet from where the Mitsubishi fell. The rest of the cars slowed down and stopped just before the Toyota; the criminals took out their guns to fire at what was left of the car as it sank. Flattop went first, followed by Itchy and B-B Eyes; they fired a rain of lead down on the trunk door and the roof of the car, allowing it to sink even faster with further damages and scrapes. Yokai, on the other hand, got a better view of his success from his high perch of microbots. He watched his enemies sink down, down, down into a watery grave.

At last, when the car was completely submerged, Big Boy stood in-between his allies with a slicing hand gesture telling them to stop.

"Cease fire!" he ordered in the voice of a military commando. "They've had enough."

He looked down into the black water; the Mitsubishi disappeared out of sight.

"Think they'll swim back up?" Flattop asked nervously.

"They'd better not," Big Boy's voice was grim. "'Cause if they ain't sleepin' with the fishes…they'd better not show their asses around here again."

He looked left and right at his fellow gang members with a smirk.

"Back to the club, guys," he spoke in a lighter tone. "And we'll celebrate over a dinner of steak."

Crewy Lou smacked her lips hungrily. Steak was all she needed after a month of planning the crime of the century.

---

Four hundred square miles below the surface, the front bumper of the Mitsubishi struck solid ground on the sea bed. Hiro furiously held his breath and tried to remove the seat belt between strokes, yet the buckle guard had been mangled upon a disturbance from the impact of the plunge.

I'm sorry I couldn't find out who killed you, nii-san. Maybe you can tell me all about it when I reach the Pearly Gates.

He was ready to accept his fate: death by a mixture of salt and fresh water.

The bubble containing Sora, his friends and his glider (having transformed back into the Keyblade as they fell) floated down to Baymax and stopped with the help of Donald's staff.

Donald checked Baymax all over. There was something he should have known about the robot.

"Sora? You do know that Baymax is inflatable is he?"

"Yes," Sora nodded. "If we remove the armor he can take them back up to the surface."

"What about in here?" Goofy asked.

"I don't think we'll have room in the bubble for all of them, especially Baymax."

So Sora rotated his Keyblade counterclockwise and fired a bolt of lightning at Baymax. In an instant, the top half of the robot's armor popped off, but now was not the time for a resolution, they had to rescue the research team.

He offered the teeth of the Keyblade sticking outside the bubble to Go Go, who retrieved her gum from the dashboard and Wasabi followed. Next were Fred and Honey, the latter holding her nose as a fail-safe option, should her cheeks lose their strength. Finally, Hiro was the last to go; Sora cut the seat belt with a single swing of the Kingdom Key's teeth and Hiro swam his way onto Baymax's right shoulder. Underneath him was Fred, who was wrapped around the arm. The girls were wrapped under Baymax's left hand and Wasabi clung to his left shoulder.

At last, with another bolt of lightning from the Keyblade, Baymax was free from the armor with only the collapsible titanium skeleton as his weight, but it did not hold him down. Rather, Baymax had used his internal helium to push the party of six back up to the surface in an upright position and Donald's bubble helped to accelerate the momentum.

When they reached the surface, Baymax was lying on his back and the teens were released from his grasp, holding on to the droid's stomach as they gasped for air. Subsequently, Donald popped the bubble with a puff of light from his staff as soon as the upper half reached the surface, soaking the lower halves of Sora, Goofy and himself. They swam over to Baymax, relived that none of the young adults were seriously injured, especially Honey Lemon who placed her ever-going smile back on her face.

"I told ya we'd make it, amigos!"

Baymax was now able to perform an overdue scan on team.

"Your injuries require my attention and your body temperatures are low."

"We need to leave in case Big Boy comes back," Hiro breathed.

"Can't we just go back to your place?" asked Sora. "If your aunt's not asleep, she must be worried sick about you."

"Thanks for the advice, Sora, but I can't let her know just yet."

Fred's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"I know just the place."

Sora hopped on Baymax's stomach and used the Keyblade to paddle the team back to the pier. Donald and Goofy swam after him and one by one, they were safely out of the water. Hiro even removed his hoodie to squeeze out the amount water soaking the fabric; even placing it back on, making him feel more uncomfortable with the condensation of the water being turned into cold air. With everything organized, the party of nine set off, hoping that a long walk would dry them off within the hour.

---

Back at the Club Ritz, Breathless popped in the conference room to watch Big Boy and Lord Deathstrike (currently addressed by the team as Yokai) go mano-a-mano in a heated argument over the ultimate fate of the intruders. The other criminals were sitting at the table, watching the scene unfold with fear and worry over how the fight would end. It had started when Big Boy noticed a thirty millimeter scrape on the left side of his Cadillac from a collision with an apartment building, a couple of dents on Flattop's Toyota, a damaged bumper on Oodles's Volkswagen among other details like a punctured tire. At any rate, the use of a credit card or an online repair service was bound to bring in a full set of nosy G-Men.

"It wasn't my fault," Lord Deathstrike confessed. "It was your reckless driving and besides, even if those brats didn't make it out, it should be smooth sailing from now on."

"I don't care if they made it out or not!" Big Boy yelled. "This whole chase is going cost us $10,000 in damages to our cars, even if it's just couple of dents!"

Lord Deathstrike shrugged.

"What do I care? The least you can do with all the money you have stolen is to have your car repaired."

"And risk getting caught? That's a big fatal mistake you've got there."

"Are you calling me a failure, Caprice?"

"I have no use for fucking failures. You're not the one tellin' my boys about messin' up the rub-out. They were being tested, they flunked. Now they're just flunkies, like you! I don't care if Tracy or the black headed kid put one and one together, don't matter to me. You're still workin' for me. You're on my side. You're not out! You're not out just yet! When you are dead, then you are out! You are mine, I own you! Comprende?"

At last, Lord Deathstrike kept his mouth shut. He turned around, kept his eyes on Breathless like the Phantom of the Opera to Christine Daaé, opened the door and left the conference room with a quick glare to Big Boy and slammed the door shut. Defeated, Big Boy shook his head disgustedly and sat down in his chair. The room was silent for about four seconds when Flattop stood up and asked, "You think we should follow them in case they did make it out?"

"Where?" Big Boy asked in stupidity. "To their hideout? An underground cave? A secret base? A piano store?"

Laffy, having touched a large half of Brut Cuvée, felt bubbly. He spit the champagne right out of his flabby cheeks and began to chortle at Big Boy's sarcasm. He laughed repulsive and hard, so much that he almost fell off his chair. Flattop, thinking that the joke was meant for him, was insulted by the compulsive reply. He was a contract killer for crying out loud! With his hands balled into fists, he walked up to Laffy, sitting on his side of the table two seats down and slapped his left cheek with his right hand as he shouted.

"Oh, shut up, ya damn hyena!"

Laffy started to whimper at the sight of Flattop's menacing mug.

"Sorry," he whispered cowardly.

"What the hell do you think this?! Making jokes at a time like this?"

"Well, in times like these, it always nice to be a jokester once in a while."

"Some jokester!" Flattop scoffed.

He lifted his right index finger and wagged it at Laffy in a very threatening manner.

"You wanna know something, Laffy? If I was the guy who iced Tadashi Hamada and Robert Callaghan, I would kill you next!"

Terrified, Laffy turned his head away from Flattop's nasty scowl, but the rest of the criminals were staring at him in suspicion.

"Well…I did say 'if'."

Silence.

"IF. That's all, 'if'."

Crewy Lou stood up from the other side of the table.

"Flattop's right, Laffy. After all, there is only one committed killer. And I think…"

She walked four steps and stopped to make her choice.

"It is you."

She pointed her right index finger at B-B Eyes, who was shaking his head in denial.

"I committed nothing. I was with you the whole time during the robbery last month," he said defensively.

Crewy mounted her hands on the table like a boss.

"But you could have left without us knowing," she said. "If so, how long did it take you?"

"Five minutes. I had to use the men's room."

"Just that?"

"Yes."

"And on another subject, is it true that you were educated in a school for the blind?"

"That's what my parents said, but my eyesight proved otherwise. I used these little eyes to become a sharpshooter."

"So you lured two men to their deaths like the spider and the fly with a gun powerful enough to blow up an entire building?"

"I can find a weak spot even in the most vulnerable building, but not the expo hall."

Uncomfortable with her result, Crewy turned away from B-B and scanned the room for her next subject of "misplaced accusations".

"Who's the explosive expert?" she asked. Her eyes settled upon her victim.

"Pruneface, you're the explosives expert aren't you?"

"Yes, but I was nowhere near explosion when it happened. Nor did I cause the whole showcase hall to explode."

"Then where were you?" asked Coffyhead.

"At home with the wife. We saw it on the news."

"You might as well face the facts, Crewy," Spots concluded. "Neither of us did it."

Lips pointed his right thumb at Spots in agreement.

"Gotta hand it to him, Crewy. There's no point in playing this game anymore. For all I know it could be Lord Deathstrike."

"Right you are," smiled Big Boy. "Because unlike you, Lips, he likes to keep his crime scenes so messy, that not even Dick Tracy can find the evidence."

Lips was flustered.

---

After walking for thirty six minutes, Sora, Hiro, Baymax, Honey, Donald, Go Go, Goofy, Wasabi and Fred came to a grand Victorian mansion on 1000 California St. The mansion was built in 1886 as a townhouse for silver baron James C. Flood during the last three years of his life. It was also one of the few Nob Hill mansions to survive the 1906 earthquake and was purchased afterwards by the Pacific-Union Club. The façade of the mansion was in neoclassical style with over thirty five windows in the front and was almost three stories high.

Yet, after all that walking, the team was not completely dry of water. Hiro held his arms together from the cold, Go Go was walking immaturely with her fists locked by her waist and Wasabi blew his warm breath into the palms of his hands. Sora, who only been soaked from the waist down, felt like his jeans were completely water logged and the water in Goofy's ears were in great need of being removed as soon as possible.

Fred saw the steps leading to the entrance of the house and quickly left the team to ring the doorbell. Hiro's eyes followed him to the black door of oak wood and gold handles.

"Fred, what are you doing?"

Fred turned his eyes to door, looking as if he been caught red-handed in some heinous crime. He looked back the others and quickly diverted into his comedic-self.

"Well, I told you I knew a place and here it is!"

He punctuated the last three words by forming his arms into a rectangle.

"Welcome to mi casa. That's French for 'front door'."

Honey Lemon, a native speaker of the Spanish language, tried to correct him.

"Actually, that's Spanish for 'my home'."

Fred's face remained smug and confident.

"Whatever," he said as he rang the doorbell. But Go Go was having enough surprises for one single night. Her hands gripping her arms were getting tighter and tighter before she bellowed:

"Listen, dickweed. A lunatic in a mask and a bunch of criminals led by Big Boy Caprice just tried to kill us. I'm not in the mood for any bull-"

Before she could finish the "S" word, the right door opened and there stood a thin man with a large nose, a little moustache and black hair with a bald spot on his crown. He wore a three-piece suit; a black jacket, a grey vest, and a white long-sleeved shirt with a black neck tie. He stood like a soldier once he saw Fred with squinted eyes and spoke in a low London accent with a hint of posh in his dialect.

"Welcome home, Master Frederick."

"Heathcliff, my man!" Fred shouted with zealous gestures.

The others were shocked and curious as to how on earth Fred, of all people, was familiar with an upper class châtelain like the man whose name was Heathcliff. Sora looked at him with interest, but Donald and Goofy were exchanging glances of worry and nervousness. They felt awkward in the presence of foreign royalty outside of Mickey Mouse's kingdom, Disney Town.

"Come on, guys," Fred called to the group. "We'll be safe in here."

As the teens, Keybearer, the duck and the dog made their way up the stairs, Hiro caught a glimpse of Fred bumping his left fist with Heathcliff's right hand, reminding him of Tadashi by a meter, but he quickly buried it in the back of his mind. Go Go stared at the servant suspiciously, Honey twiddled her right fingers in a friendly greeting, Wasabi smiled and Sora said, "Hey there." Donald and Goofy were more respectful and the duo tipped their hats in a formidable bow.

Baymax was the last to enter, but Heathcliff's frozen position had caught his eye. He decided to repeat the same process with Hiro by fist bumping the undaunted butler with his right hand and twiddling his fingers.

"Bah-la-la-la!"

This caused Heathcliff's eyelids to rise. Although he was said to be a distant relative of Edwin Jarvis, who served as butler to Tony Stark and the Avengers, he seemed to be unfamiliar with robots, having gone through the relentless conditioning of etiquette school to find work in various households before coming to San Fransokyo. Baymax entered the mansion as Heathcliff closed the door with gentle fingertips.

The interior of the mansion was decorated in the style of King Louis XIV, with red Victorian wallpaper, a grand staircase made of koa wood, a French chandelier, an Edwardian sofa with emerald green leather, a red carpet and an apple green pillow and two oil paintings (a jockey riding on a horse, and a scenic view of the Canadian Rockies) that hung high above the alcove leading to the east wing of the building. Everyone looked in awe at the richness of historical artifacts that were almost a hundred and fifty years old, especially Honey, who was bursting with questions.

"Freddie? This is your home?!"

"Yup."

Even Go Go was flabbergasted by this discovery.

"I thought you lived under the Golden Gate Bridge."

"Why didn't you tell us you had figgity fat pockets?" Wasabi asked.

"I don't like to share my charitable work. I'm like a prince disguised as a pauper."

"Did Tadashi know about this?" Hiro added.

Fred placed his right hand on his heart with a serious face.

"It was our secret. Anyway, this house actually belongs to my parents."

He lifted his right hand at the Auguste Renoir-styled portrait of his younger self at ten years old with a big red tie, navy blue jacket and tan shorts. In the center of the portrait was his father Stan, wearing brown sunglasses, a jazzberry jam ascot, a pink polyester shirt (a common wear of rich males), a sport coat matching Fred's and long grey trousers. His mother, Joan, sat on the right in a red velvet chair. She had ginger colored hair, light purple eyeshadow, a pearl necklace and a plum dress with two golden lilies on her shoulders.

"They're on a vacay on the family island," Fred continued as the "tour group" passed the hallway of greenish-grey wallpaper. "We should totally go sometime, frolic around the sand, surf the waves, you guys know what I mean."

He turned his body counterclockwise and clapped his hands two times. As if on cue, the doors opened automatically. While Fred's face remained locked in a smug mood, others were completely shell-shocked at the sight of the very room that looked modern compared to the remainder of the house…but there was something else that made the area more attractable.

A menagerie of four Kaiju monsters, ten Super Sentai masks, seven superhero costumes, six toy guns, six samurai swords of different shapes, two robots, one starship, two arcade games (District 51 and Motoracing), a Samsung U9500 105-inch curved Ultra HD television screen, a long white sofa, a small, circular table, a queen sized bed with red and blue pillows and a collection of 700 comic books, manga and video games on three shelves; even more than the total capacity of The Pulp, a local store in the downtown district and Fred's favorite place to shop. It was a virtual museum of comic books, science-fiction and Kaiju all together; the holy trinity of everything a rich kid could want.

"Eommaya," Go Go muttered in disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Honey gasped at the statue of a cerulean Kaiju monster that looked like a Triceratops with only one horn and webbed fins in-between it's claws. It also had a goofy grin molded in it's mouth and around it's neck was a sign in Fred's handwriting:

"Fred, do not touch! – Fred"

Wasabi's reply was as plain as the stilted expression on his face.

"If I wasn't just attacked by Big Boy Caprice and a guy in a kabuki mask, I think this would be the weirdest thing I've seen today. My brain hates my eyes for seeing this."

His lounge lay in-between his teeth and his head was crooked to the left by four inches. Wasabi was feeling even more weirded out when a detailed Frazetta-style portrait of Fred came into his field of vision. He looked like a strongman, a barbarian to be exact, with bat-wings, a spear in his left hand and riding on the back of an albino saber-toothed tiger against a purple background of five planets.

Hiro couldn't care less about the oddity of Fred's opulent background, he walked over to the rubicund table and sat down on the white cushion stool. He borrowed a midnight-blue pen with gold features and took out a piece of paper with Fred's full signature in gold renaissance lettering at the top, trying to memorize the sparrow symbol he had seen at the pier. Perhaps, it would give him a clue to Yokai and Big Boy's objective.

"Your body temperature is still low," said Baymax looking above his head.

Hiro didn't seem to care.

"Yeah, un-huh."

As he continued drawing the full outline of the sparrow, his back felt an odd mixture of soft vinyl followed by a warm feeling that a person gets when he or she has been exposed to hot liquid, but more like the heat of the sun since it was dry. Baymax was resting his head against Hiro's helmet of dark hair, using his internal system to create a heat wave: a bright yellow glow from his heart that turned orange, then red as it faded into the rest of his body. This heating system was used for treating patients with a cold temperature and could even be used on those who were diagnosed with hyperthermia. Hiro just looked at Baymax for a second before he went back to drawing the symbol. The others had seen this and Fred was the first to throw himself at Baymax's body, letting the heating system dry his clothes and engulf the right half of his face with a relaxing posture.

"It's like spooning a warm marshmallow," he sighed with content.

Honey Lemon was the second person to feel the warmth of Baymax's heating system. She closed her eyes, resting he head against the vinyl and stroking the rubber with her right hand.

"It's so nice," she whispered in her Spanish.

Wasabi was the third person to feel Baymax's warming system. He rested his hands against the rubber and laid his head down, muttering in Swahili.

"Oh yeah. Hii ni mbinguni."

Go Go was the last, but unlike the others, she yawned and stretched her arms out.

"Good robot," she sighed quietly and the rest of her body slumped down with feet crossed and arms lowered.

Sora, with no room to share placed his right hand on the unoccupied vinyl. It was the only warmth he felt and Donald was jumping up and down with an impatient quack.

"I wanna feel him! Let me feel him too!" he was beginning to act as childish as his nephews.

Sora placed his hands under Donald's webbed feet and lifted him above his shoulders, allowing the duck to feel the warming system with both hands (a little too much one might say). Goofy, the tallest of the group laid his right hand on Baymax's left shoulder for a minute before Hiro interrupted the short nap. His drawing of the sparrow was an almost exact replica of the one had seen based every ounce of his memory he could put into his thinking process.

"Does this symbol mean anything to you guys?"

The four nerds left their resting position. Go Go looked at the drawing with a lazy smile, thinking that Hiro's artistic talents were as brilliant as he was, but Fred snapped out of relaxation, raised his left arm and pointed at the drawing with his index finger, shouting, "YES! It's a bird!"

Sora's blue eyes peered at the unique drawing. It looked to him like something he had seen out of a book called The Hunger Games.

"But what kind of bird?" he asked Fred.

Goofy looked at Donald.

"Say, Donald. You're a type of bird person. Do you know what that is?" he asked pointing both index fingers at the drawing.

Sora could sense Donald losing his temper and so did Goofy, but the duck sported an angry face on his beak and said calmly, "I'm a duck, why should I know anything about other birds?"

"Yokai, the guy in the mask was carrying something with this symbol on it!" Hiro gestured to the others.

He sat himself up and Baymax's heating system was turned off, restoring the color of his snow-white body.

"Apprehending Big Boy Caprice and the man in the mask," Baymax said to the four nerds. "Will improve Hiro's emotional state."

"Apprehend them?" Go Go was usurped. "Big Boy, Flattop and the others we can take, but the man in the mask, this…Yokai character? We don't even know who he really is."

Fred lifted an exclamatory right index finger.

"I have a theory…of everything!"

He dashed to the second bookshelf on the right. One second he was there, the next everyone except Baymax was on the white sofa and Wasabi was looking at an artwork of Lex Luthor in his war suit from Action Comics #544.

"Lex Luthor?" Wasabi asked

"Superman's archenemy and billionaire weapons designer. Uses LexCorp as a front for his criminal operations."

"Wow," Donald cried, wide-eyed at the suit.

In Fred's hands was a clean copy of Justice League Vol 2 #25. He passed it to Hiro, who looked at the page of a rich boy threatening his parents with a gun before shooting them…and his younger brother. For a moment, Hiro imagined himself, his parents and Tadashi as the family…and Tadashi was the one shooting his own family before the butler, who looked little like Heathcliff wearing a bowler hat, came in and shot the already wounded boy dead. The older boy in the neat suit spoke in a taunting, but ultra-dark speech balloon to his dying brother.

"Who am I? I'm Thomas Wayne, Junior. The richest boy in Gotham City."

"Thomas Wayne, Junior?" Hiro repeated to himself. But Fred heard him and spoke like a true comic book nerd as he broke down the entire details of the rich boy named Thomas Wayne, Junior.

"Bruce Wayne's older brother in Earth 3. Sorta like an evil version of Batman."

"Sounds like an Unversed if you ask me," Sora added feverishly.

Fred tossed the eleventh issue of The Demon from 1973 to Go Go, who was dismayed at the obvious-sounding villain name.

"Baron Von Evilstein…? Jebal jom uk! Just get to the point!"

"Don't you guys get it?" Fred cried surprisingly. "Yokai is none other than….Voila!"

He whizzed over to the TV, pressed the "on" button and there, right before their very eyes was an Action 7 News image of Alistair Krei wearing a blue hard hat. Alice was standing behind him on the right side of the screen, looking content like a perfectionist. The scrolling white words on the red banner "Krei Tech CEO Alistair Krei set to open new multi-billion dollar headquarters" spread at the bottom of the screen. Fred moved his right hand on the top and his left at the bottom to express the width of the television set before leaning his head in towards Hiro in a deep, sinister voice.

"Alistair Krei."

"The guy with the big nose?" Goofy asked in stupidity.

"What?" Hiro stood up as if he were in court and was objecting the accusation to the judge.

"Think about it," Fred slithered around Hiro with an expression of distrust and antagonism. "Professor Callaghan said that he had been working with the mafia, he wanted your microbots, you said no and he decides to take Callaghan's and Tadashi's life by blowing up the WHOLE SHOWCASE HALL! Rules don't apply to a man like Krei!"

Hiro stood up to take a closer look at the image. Krei's frozen expression looked so pure and innocent, that there were no signs of greed, destruction or even the tiniest hint of totalitarianism anywhere.

"There's no way he could be Yokai! The guy's too high profile!"

He thought about it for a second, then he turned back to the others.

"Do you think Big Boy himself wanted to have Tadashi and Professor Callaghan killed?"

Although Hiro knew that Tadashi had thrown his life away to save his father-figure, the others, who did not witness Tadashi going inside, had a few artistic licenses of their own.

"I don't see why not," Honey frowned. "And If he works for Big Boy, who is he….really?"

"I don't anything else about him," Hiro tossed his comic on the table with defeat.

"Maybe he's an assassin who controls the whole crime family," Sora said with gossip in his voice. "And I think…he's trying to bump off the old gang for his own needs."

"But if Big Boy's men found out about it," said Fred doubtfully. "They would have killed him already."

"His blood type is AB negative," Baymax broke the silence. "Cholesterol levels are-"

"Baymax!" Hiro ran over and gestured his hands to shush the robot before he could break down the entire details of Yokai's internal organs. "You scanned him?!"

"I am programmed to assess everyone's healthcare needs," Baymax explained in a most obvious fashion.

On his chest appeared a screencapture of Yokai, whose body was surrounded by white background and a readout of his blood type and cholesterol levels. Hiro wiggled his hands against the robot's rubber surface with an overjoyed "YES!" and a heartwarming laugh.

"I can use the data from your scan to find him!"

"You'd have to like scan the whole city of San Fransokyo to find him and Big Boy," Go Go said matter-of-factly. "And that would take…forever."

But Hiro knew better, he was using his brother's words to guide him without having to go upside down.

"All I need is to find another angle."

And he found it. On the shelf located to the left of the TV was a twelve inch sculpture of Ultron, a robotic villain who wanted to replace the human race with his own. Hiro grabbed the figure in his left hand and studied it with joyfulness. He was imagining Baymax as a more usual type of robot that did not have a bouncy exterior and it came to his mind that he was (for the second time since his microbots) using his repertoire of bot-fighting for a better advantage.

"I'll scan the whole city at the same time. I just have to upgrade Baymax's sensor."

When he looked up, however, at a glass case containing sixteen inch action figures of The Avengers: Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Captain America, Thor, Hawkeye and Black Widow, Hiro began to realize that if Yokai and Big Boy could have an army, so could he…with the assistance of Sora, Donald, Goofy, Honey, Wasabi, Go Go and Fred in their very own superhero armada.

"Actually, if we're going to catch Yokai and bring Big Boy to justice…I need to upgrade all of you."

Wasabi was flabbergasted.

"Upgrade what now?"

"In Hiro's words," Sora explained. "You've just been drafted into the army. It's sort of tantamount to upgrading."

"Oh, ho, ho, ho, I like where this is heading!" Fred was so excited that he pounded his fists softy on his knees four times over, but while the girls exchanged peculiar glances, Wasabi was horrified.

"We can't go against that guy! We're nerds! And Big Boy's a master criminal! His men will have us gunned down the moment we meet them!"

Honey had to agree with Wasabi on a more mature level of reasoning.

"Hiro, we want to help, but we're just… normal."

Hiro stood up on the couch, looking at the Alex Ross drawn portrait of the Avengers with Captain America's sense of patriotism and utter most respect for his country.

"No…you can be way more."

The others stood up as well as Hiro placed his knuckles on his waist, Go Go laid her left hand on Fred's left shoulder, ready to accept her new position.

"Tadashi Hamada was our friend…our leader…our brother to us all. We're in…but only to respect his memory."

Donald and Goofy took Baymax's side as the team stood up at the Avengers portrait, mimicking their poses in a sense of glory, unity, dignity, truth, justice and the Japanese-American way. Hiro was the proudest of them all, fulfilling Tadashi's last wish to have his younger brother use his high level of intelligence for the greater good of the entire world. Fred could only express his excitement on the matter with loud words.

"Do you guys feel that? Our origin story begins! We're gonna be superheroes!"

Sora, the only who did not stand amongst the teens, broke the silence in a comedic fashion.

"But first, you're gonna need some training…and I know just the guy to do it."

He took out his DoCoMo smartphone and dialed the right number.