The Lost Jungle was a very mysterious place and the wildlife was even more mysterious. The motley crew of detectives hobbled through the lush flora, hoping to uncover the secrets within.

"I have a stomachache," said Charmy, pronouncing it "stom-a-cha-cha".

Espio really hated when the bee boy acted this stupid, so he got out his ninja knife and sliced the brat's antennae off.

The feelers landed at Vector's feet and oozed honey. Vector had never seen such cool bug stuff, so he put them upon his own headset. The reception was incredible now.

"The Queen will disapprove of this," Charmy sighed, antenna-less. "There goes my 401k…"

Vector was so glad to be part-bee now. He was so happy, that he sprouted wings of his own and began to flitter through the jungle. "Boy, this totally looks good!"

Just then Team Sonic floated by on their helicopter flower. "None of this is good Vector," said Knuckles. "That's why it's called war."

The thought of such sorrow made Vector's gut turn sour. He thought it was just the Krispy Kreme at first, but then he remembered he and the boys had Mickey D's for lunch.

A large dragonfly entered the scene and caused a lot of lag. Vector was not appreciative of this and blew fire at the big bug. The darned darner died.

Vector smiled and hanged ten. Yeah, he had a surfboard and all the charisma; what of it, knave?

"That's because he's still a squire," said Caliburn, burning calories on his treadmill.

Vector looked at the oversized letter opener and thought about peaches. He loved peaches because their taste was sweet and invoked grace inside bellies. He wanted a rad belly just like his brosephs, so he filed a complaint to his local law office.

The lawyer leader there, Bobby the Big-Booty Bobcat, read Vector's complaint and filed it under "Ouch" right next to the Gex64 speedrun allegations.

"Yeah, my gut tells me this is indeed a pickle and a half, mate," said Vector as he wiped his nose modestly with the softest towel ever made.

Bobby filed more files and then filed his nails until they exploded ten times over. Vector watched with his eyes of crocodile as the nails were sharpened into keys. Bobby used the nail keys to open the bottommost drawer on his desk. This is where ol' Bobby kept the good stuff.

Vector laid an egg. He then got a pan, a stove, and a golden spatula. He cracked the egg and got the elegant herbs and spices. If Chef Ramsay saw his good eats, he would've gotten an A for effort, or maybe even 12 points towards his Wii U account.

"WHEE!" Charmy squealed as he flew into the room. Vector yelled at the bumbling insect to stay put, but Charmy was deaf now and refused to acknowledge,

"Deafness is a cruel punishment for the weary souls…" Espio cooed. He licked a stamp and placed it into the corner of the stove. It burnt brighter than the sun.

Vector slapped the chameleon's face with his gigantic hand. "It's weenie-roastin' time, boys!" He gargled salt water and spat it into Charmy's helmet.

As Charmy digested a scallop, he realised that he was helmetless and this was a big deal because Charmy is always helmeted. It was only natural, see?

"I'm here to kill the stove!" Knuckles shouted like a pirate as he entered the cabin with an SMG. He blasted so hard that Vector got covered in holes.

"Dang, this is gonna take a lot of glue," whined Espio. He whipped out the spackle and spackled good.

"Vector! There's a lot of them!" Charmy cried.

"All right! Leave it to me, boys!" Vector said with his crocodilian teeth of pride. He then chewed a powerful raisin until it sprouted and became a wrinkly grapevine.

Espio heard through this grapevine that half the population of Slovenia was underwater. Could this be a clue as to where to locate the secret rings?

Charmy got full of porridge and complained about common vowel sounds. "I just think the schwa is overrated, ya dig?"

Vector nodded and poked a hole in the helmet. Wine spilt forth into his glass and he drank heartily. If this was the prime example of a boss, then he was the king of karma.

Espio blew into his trombone and signaled forth a really sleek hotrod. The trio hopped in and drove down the avenue to Knuckles's house. They finally got their revenge by shooting the ever-loving toad out of Knuckles's gun.

The gun died and was buried on Butt Terrace in Milwaukee.