After several minutes of pulling and struggling against the other team to hold on, Pineapple Chunks' team eventually won the third round. It was a relief for all fifteen of the remaining participants, and they were all quite happy to get through to the next round... until they realized that this meant they would potentially have to compete against each other.

"Great, now what?" Scheherazade signed as she let the reality of the situation sink in. "We're really going to have to do this... after everything we just did?"

"I'm afraid so," Pineapple Chunks replied. "Maybe it won't be so bad, though. The fourth round might be a breather."

"I really hope so. These last three rounds have been grueling."

"They sure have. Let's just hope for the best."

Shortly afterwards, the speakers began crackling to life.

"Good morning, participants," the voice from the speakers began to speak. "I hope you've mentally prepared yourselves for the day ahead of you. Our fourth round of the competition is coming up shortly."

"Really?" Scheherazade signed to Pineapple Chunks. "Already? But why?"

"Hell if I know," Pineapple Chunks replied. "Let's just be cautious."

Scheherazade rolled her eyes. "As if there's any other way."

Everyone else just stood there and listened as the voice resumed speaking.

"But first, it's time for dinner," the voice from the speakers continued. "You'll understand soon enough why we had to forgo lunch. This next round requires that you use your critical thinking skills and strategizing in order to make it through. I won't tell you what the fourth round is, though, until after dinner. Chairman out!"

The speakers soon went silent, leaving the remaining fifteen contestants to talk amongst themselves.

"Well, I'm glad we'll at least have something to eat after what we just went through," Scheherazade signed. "I'm starving!"

"Me too, actually," Pineapple Chunks signed back. "I just hope whatever dinner we got is as good as that breakfast was."

Everyone else began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Of the fifteen of us, who do you think will be the first to go in the fourth round?" the Nigerian Changed Daily asked his companions.

"Oh, Monsieur Amnesiac, for sure," the Togolese Changed Daily replied. "I'd hate to say it, but I think his naievity and suspicious nature will get him eliminated before everyone else."

"You know, the thing that gets me is, you're saying he'll be the first to go," the Ghanaian Changed Daily chimed in. "Who's to say it won't be one of us? Besides, Rock Justice or whatever you've been calling him has been doing great for himself. I'm worried that he might end up winning this thing."

"That's true. He's been getting the best treatment out of all of us so far. I'm starting to think my theory about him being a plant might be right..."

The Ghanaian Changed Daily buried his face into his hands. "Oh God, we're doomed, aren't we?"

After having watched the third round unfold onto the television screen from beginning to end, Victor, Anita, Jeremy, Tamara, Milou, Patrice, Behati, and Clearence all proceeded to leave the viewing room and start the long descent into the arena to hopefully rescue their bosses and end this competition before the captives' Lemurian transformations could permanently change them into animalistic beasts. As they began making their way towards the arena, they tried their best to remain composed, though their nerves were certainly running high. Out of the blue, they noticed a mook seemingly following them down the stairs.

"Crap..." Clearence murmured. "Do you think they caught onto us?"

"I don't really know," Behati replied. "I certainly hope not. Hurry up! We need to get down there quickly!"

The mook seemed to be rambling to themself about something... whatever it was. Neither of the eight U.Z.Z. agents could actually make out what it was, except for one thing: "Oh, poor Maxime... I hope he's enjoying the competition. It might be his last..."

None of them were sure what to make of it, but at the same time, they couldn't just ignore it either.

"Did you hear what they just said?" Victor asked Anita.

"Yes, I heard it, too," Anita replied. "Were they implying, perhaps, that Maxime has a terminal illness?"

"I mean that's what it sounded like. You don't think...?"

Anita rapidly shook her head. "No, no, no, that's ridiculous. He can't be out there competing when he's so sick that he might be dying. That has to be an Impostor or something."

"Maybe, but why would an Impostor be competing in the first place? Aren't the participants all supposed to be chiefs of U.Z.Z.?"

"I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to find out right now. Let's just keep going."

For the next several minutes, the eight U.Z.Z. agents proceeded to climb the rest of their way down several flights of stairs, adrenaline running through their bodies and keeping them motivated throughout. Eventually, they made their way back down to the ground floor, utterly exhausted from their long descent down the stairs.

"Damn, my muscles feel like they're on fire," Clearence couldn't help but pant out. "But at least we're back down here now."

"Yeah, thank God for that," Victor chimed in.

Suddenly, as if in the worst possible moment, Victor's phone started ringing.

"Damn it," Victor grumbled under his breath. "Not now."

He picked up in case it was something important.

"Victor!" Professor Professor yelled out on the other line. "Are you still alive?"

"Yes, I'm still alive!" Victor replied, frustrated by the poor timing of the call. "Why are you calling? Anita and the others and I are kinda in the middle of something here."

"Well, Doctor Doctor and I were looking through the records of the people who were roped into participating in the Lemurian Games."

"Yeah, so?"

"We were going through numerical order, and it just started at 2. None of the participants we saw were designated with the number 1."

"Okay... I don't really know what that means."

"It means whoever's been designated as 1 isn't who he says he is!"

Victor's eyes widened a little. "Uh, okay... but just so you know, we haven't found Pineapple Chunks or the other chiefs yet."

"Well, hurry up and find them already! We're starting to run out of time!"

"Alright, fine!"

And just like that, Victor hung up on Professor Professor without even letting him get the last word. It was only after that, however, that he realized that he and the other seven U.Z.Z. agents were surrounded by mooks who had their laser guns pointed at them.

Anita couldn't help but facepalm at this. "Oh, Victor..."