"Man, am I glad that's finally over," Max said, as he took a breather after he took the lid of the barrel he was in.

He and Cy-Croc had been hiding in nearly full flour barrels for he didn't know how long. It all began when this morning when they left Louie the Mountain Lion's cave motel and soon got greeted by the Fire Army. They managed to escape them by leading to another lake and trapping them on it. It was the same tactics Max and Cy-Croc used yesterday to lose them and both of them were surprised but relieved that the Flame Soldiers never learned anything, especially from their failures from yesterday.

As they reached the end of the Nantahala National Forest this morning, Max and Cy-Croc decided they needed to get as far away from the Fire Army they could, even by transport despite Cy-Croc knowing that it would a risk not just to her and Max but to the driver of any vehicle, as the Fire Army and their sorceress would sense them on it, even if they didn't spot them.

They came out of the forest and entered the town of Franklin, North Carolina. It wasn't long before they found a truck that was delivering wooden barrels of flour. Cy-Croc thought they could try hiding in the barrels and use the flour to see if the Fire Army and their sorceress would not be able to sense them. They sneaked into the truck and each got into barrel that was nearly full but had enough room for them to hide in. Once they were in, the truck immediately set off. Before they got into the barrels, Cy-Croc gave Max an earpiece so she could tell him to push his barrel off when she told him to. He didn't know how many hours he had been in his barrel and it was rough when he in his barrel jumped of the truck, but he was glad it was over because the ride was very rough. As far as he and Cy-Croc were concerned, the Fire Army had no idea they were here, wherever here was, and Cy-Croc's attempt to hide in flour to avoid them had proved successful.

"So, where are we, Cy-Croc?" Max asked, as he climbed out of the barrel.

Cy-Croc, who was out of her flour barrel already, was fiddling with her metal hand. "My map still isn't working." After she gave up on it and turned it off, she had a look around at where she and Max were. "Well, according to my red eye, I'm guessing we're somewhere in Florida."

Max looked around again and thought it did look a lot like Florida with the palm trees, the sandy beaches and the colourful buildings they were passing by. He looked ahead and saw the sea nearby and a beach with a city on the other side.

"Good, my map's working again," Cy-Croc said, as she tried again. "We are in Florida and the city we're very close to is called La Sugarville."

Max sniggered. "No offence, Cy-Croc, but is that thing really working properly? It's not misspelling the name, is it?"

"No, it's not," Cy-Croc said. "It does say the city closest to us is La Sugarville, believe it or not." Then her blue digital hologram map went red and an alarming sound came up. She closed it down and looked at her digital metal wristwatch, which was where the sound was coming from. She gasped.

"What is it?" Max asked.

"The last thing I wanted to happen. Take a guess."

"Our flaming friends have caught up to us, haven't they?"

"Correct."

So the flour trick didn't work at all.

Max looked to see where they could hide from the Fire Army. Then, as he saw the sea, he remembered they couldn't go near water. He also noticed that there was a wooden boat with a 'For Sale' sign in it. There was a walrus, wearing a sailor's outfit, next to it.

"Well spotted, Max," Cy-Croc said.

Then they went to the walrus and Cy-Croc paid him twenty dollars for the boat.

"Where did you get the money?" Max asked, as he helped her put the boat into the sea.

"No time to answer that," Cy-Croc said. "Let's get rowing before the Fire Army spots us."

Max did as he was told. As both started rowing the boat far away as fast as they could, they spotted the Fire Army had arrived to where the spilled flour barrels and spilled flour still was. Luckily, they didn't see them rowing away as they were busy inspecting the flour. So maybe the flour barrels and the flour weren't a total loss after all as they did buy Max and Cy-Croc escape enough time to escape.

After making sure that they were far away enough from the Fire Army, Max and Cy-Croc took a breather from rowing.

"Well done, Max," Cy-Croc said.

"Thanks. You, too. So where did you get the money to buy the boat?"

"As we walked in the forest, I picked up some loose change that people have been leaving there in case they might help, which, in this case, they did. I put money in the truck driver's seat before I got into my flour barrel."

"Wow!" Then Max felt something on his head. It felt squishy. He reached for it, but Cy-Croc stopped him.

"I put that thing on you, Max," she explained. "Don't touch it."

"What is it?" he asked nervously. "A shower cap?"

"It's an invention that disguises you."

"A squishy invention that disguises you?"

"Well, we tried running and hiding in buildings and trees and bushes and behind rocks, but one thing we haven't tried is disguising ourselves. Now, I'm going to press this red button." Then Cy-Croc pressed the red button on top of the shower cap.

Max waited for a few seconds and felt nothing. "Nothing happened."

"You sure about that, Max?" Cy-Croc gave him a handheld mirror.

Max looked in the mirror and gasped. He had long blond hair, the type a stereotypical cool surfer would have. Though that was the only thing that was different about him, the way the hair presented itself made him hardly recognized himself. "Wow! I look awesome!"

"I'm glad you like your disguise." Then Cy-Croc put his hand down again as he was about to touch it. "But you mustn't touch it, no matter what."

"What if I get an itch on my head?"

"Then try to ignore it and not let it bother you. I promise you I wouldn't put it on you if it wasn't so important." Then Cy-Croc put something on her head. It was another shower cap with a red button on top. She pressed it and soon she looked less like a cyber crocodile and more like a total crocodile with black hair.

"You look cool, Cy-Croc," Max said.

"Thanks, Max."

"HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!"

Max and Cy-Croc looked around to see where those cries for help were coming from. Cy-Croc spotted five teenagers stuck on a giant rock which was half a mile from the beach. The waves beneath the rocks were very rough and too danger for them to swim back to shore.

Max and Cy-Croc were not too far behind and they were wearing their disguises, so they felt safe enough to go and help them.

"After all, helping people is the main purpose of the Cy-Rangers," Cy-Croc said, as she and Max rowed to the rock.

The waves were getting rougher and nearly pushed the teens off. They were barely holding on. But luckily Max and Cy-Croc reached the rock and helped them onboard their boat just in time.

"Now, hold on tight," Cy-Croc said to them as they rowed the boat back to the beach.

As he rowed with Cy-Croc, Max looked at the teens. They were three boys, a tanned dog with long black hair and wearing green with yellow stripes swim shorts, a slim, muscular pig with brown hair and wearing orange swim shorts and a woodpigeon wearing dark blue swim shorts, and they were two girls, a newt with red hair wearing a purple one-piece swimsuit and a cat who had ginger hair and was wearing a yellow bikini.

The cat girl looked very much familiar to Max. She reminded him a lot of Pistol, one of his former neighbours from Spoonerville since she moved away to Florida with her mother Peg years ago. She was the sister of his best friend PJ and the closest thing he ever had to having a sister himself. Then he realized that he was in Florida himself, so he thought she could be Pistol, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions, not to mention that he was in a disguise himself and no one, except Cy-Croc, could know it was him.