Frank, Windy, and Muskedunder looked on at the wooden mechanical monster, which resembled a centipede, and immediately, a horrid scent had filled the air. Muskedunder had peed himself. "You have a ROBOT!?" Windy shouted. Sisamouth laughed, "Impressive right? Commissioned it myself! Now, Delorean Dynamite, go and rattle 'em!" The three sharks immediately got back onto their bicycles and went around the spike strip which had been laid upon floor. The centipede-like machine went after them, rapidly crawling along the road. "This is gonna be a pain in the ass!" Frank exclaimed, "They've got robots in Fiveton!? What kind of a place is this?! We aren't even in yet!"
"What're we gonna do against this thang?!" Muskedunder cried. Windy replied, "Just keep cycling until it runs outta battery! Or- until we find a good hiding place!" "Why don't we fight it!?" "You crazy!? That thing'll kill us, or worse- force us to pay 25 bucks!" The three continued to cycle as fast as they could, but the machine would simply never let up. Eventually, Frank yelled, "I got an idea!" He approached Windy as he continued to go down the road, and eventually rammed his front wheel into Windy's back wheel. Windy had fallen over, and was sent flying straight into Delorean Dynamite. The two beings crashed into each other, and the machine ceased its running to find what had happened to it. And thus came Frank's chance to strike.
He jumped off his bike and opened up his backpack, but not to pay any fees. Instead, he pulled out a glass jar filled with termites. Windy got up, his bones aching, but he still had enough energy to immediately run to the side as Frank wielded the termite jar. He opened the lid, and threw the tiny creatures onto the beast. Windy rubbed his aching neck, "Asshole!" "My bad, but look! It's working!" The termites ate at the wooden shell of the android, and the robot got out of its crawling mode and began to stand and tower above the three. Although Delorean Dynamite tried its best to scratch the creatures off with its many arms, it was all in vain, and the circuits of the machine were eventually exposed. Frank brandished his knife and ran up to the robot in an attempt to stab at its mechanical heart, which was running on gasoline.
The robot instead slapped Frank across the face, sending him flying. He landed on his bottom and instead tried throwing his knife at the robot. He scraped only the side of the heart, and a small amount of gas began to leak. None of the three sharks knew what to do at the moment, although the termites managed to eat at the exterior of the robot, they couldn't do a thing to its metal and iron insides. Muskedunder also got out of his bike, and began to hula hoop to ease his anxiety. Windy's attention shifted to the Delorean Dynamite's wood, and finally, he had his idea. "I wonder..." he said, "...what type of wood this is!" He picked up two pieces which had fallen, shook the termites off, and began to furiously rub them together. Finally, a fire had started.
The two pieces of wood were now lit on fire, and he threw one of them at the beep boop thingamajig. Windy was hoping it'd collide with the gasoline leaking out of the heart, but it was unfortunately slapped out of the way before it could be reached. Windy wondered how he'd get the fire to touch the gas, and yet another idea entered his head as he saw Muskedunder hula-hooping. He swiped his hula-hoop and lit it on fire, "AY! What're yah doin' to mah hula-hoop!?" Muskedunder yelled. Windy began to swing around the hoop, "I'll get you a new one!" He tossed the ring of fire up into the air, and like a wedding ring being put onto a finger, it slid down Delorean Dynamite's slender worm-like body. It was unable to slap the hula-hoop off its mechanical spine, and the fire touched the leaking gas. Soon, the entire thing was consumed by fire.
The robot was now destroyed. Frank and Windy high-fived each other, Muskedunder upset at the destruction of his beloved ring of joy. Frank laughed, "Great job, Windy!" "Thank you, thank you, but I have one question... why did you bring a jar of termites along?" "They're from my own house! Figured we could maybe use it if a rival gang had a wooden base!" "Now isn't that convenient!" "YAH BETTER GET ME THAT NEW HULA-HOOPER, WINDAYY!" Muskedunder shouted. Windy patted him on the back, "Ay ay, don't worry, I will!"
Meanwhile, further up the road stood Sinn Sisamouth, laughing and snorting. "I'll get their money... anyyyy minute now!" He maliciously rubbed his hands together with a toothy smile on his face. "What should we spend the new 25 bucks on, boss?" Ron questioned, as he played on a crappy monochrome handheld game system. "A pool! Car sounds good as well..." The Ink Spots all high-fived each other, "All in a day's work!" Sisamouth's other subordinate, Sereysothea, pulled out a deck of cards, and the three played and waited until the end of time for their robot to return and give them their money.
The three sharks all got back onto their bikes and continued to cycle down the road and reach Fiveton. It was a long road to travel, at least by bike, and the trio eventually reached their destination as the clock struck 5:30 PM. They were tired, but the site of their destination energized them right up. "We're hereee!" Muskedunder yelled. The city of Fiveton was a large, busy, and human-infested land, a far cry from the small town of Sixex. The three were captivated by the amount of people walking down the roads, having only seen places such as this on TV. Frank clapped, "This is gonna be GREAT!"
To Be Continued