The Fantastic Don House!

by 1602jaw

Set during the timeline of TD Cruise run, Don is under some bad times, after his own show isn't being renewed. With the help of a certain Imp, he manage to get a new show on air, where twenty two contestants must endure in one house for a billion of dollars. Will one rise to the top? Stay tune for this new show, The Fantastic Don House!

7. Chapter 7 Yard Sale

Sup guys, we're back with a new chapter of the Fantastic Don House! This time it's going to be special! Probably…considering some guest appearances.

First, review time! And it's short!

G-man: I'll make sure that the gag doesn't run dry or overstay it's welcome. Or add something new, since I'm usually trying to experiment a few gags and wether they stick or not.

Goodguygary: I recommend the show. It's pretty good and relatable.

NondescriptNorbert: Yeah, I realized the Tolkien-esque writing style wasn't working out for me. Makes the pacing a bit slow, which you are right on that. So everything is streamline to be a bit more simplistic, although occasionally, I will go hard on the description for certain chapters.

Review time is done and we are ready to go!

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Inside the Don House within the main living room area, Mabel, Waddles, Nikki, Reg, Dororo, Tomie, Ceviche and Hancock ( Along with Stone Luffy ) are casually watching TV.

"We are back on the new episode of Jaw Dropper", The TV narrator said, "In this new installment, our titular character Jaw himself is fighting off a Shark Snail".

"HELP! HEEEEEELP!" The titular character name Jaw is being slam from the ground by a Snail Shark with muscle ribs.

"Some of the stuff shown here are kinda weird", Dororo commented, crossing his arms and sitting on the couch along with Reg.

Mabel, laying on the ground with Waddles and Nikki, swinging her leg and eating some popcorn, replied, "Eh, you get used to it. Some of them can be real entertaining and others super boring".

"I'm not the only one that's concerned about this little guy getting beat up, right?" Reg asked, worryingly and pointing at the TV.

"Don't worry about it", Mabel assures him, "It's just TV magic".

"OH GOD! IT RIPPED MY ARM OFF! SOMEONE GET A MEDIC!" The character scream in agony.

"Cool", Nikki remarked at awe, "Would've loved to wrestle that thing".

"It so real, yet somehow entertaining", Dororo said, getting really intrigue by this television set.

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"I'm learning a lot of things from this show", Dororo said, "I know about the weird stuff laying around the house, some of the people here. I think I'm adjusting with this pretty well even if I'm a bit concerned about Aniki back at home. I wonder if I ask the host to bring him here".

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Tomie is laughing at himself as the carnage continue on TV, all the while Ceviche sat there pretty frighten and disgusted.

"Wow, I never watch a whole lot of TV, but this is hilarious", Tomie points out.

"Uhh can we change to something else?" Ceviche asked them, particularly toward Mabel since she has the remote, "I'm kinda squeamish when it comes to gore".

"Oh come on, little guy", Tomie said, "It's just TV magic. Like they say, it's all practical effects. Right Hancock?"

Hancock is still moving her finger flirty on Stone Luffy's chest as well, staring at it with passion and blind affection.

"Uhhh Hancock?" Tomie asked.

"Shhh do not interrupt me", Hancock told her, "Me and my stone friend are having a tendering moment. Let me have this".

"Is she still doing this?" Ceviche asked Tomie, "Because this is starting to get unnerving".

"Yeah, I agree with you", Dororo pointed out, "I'm starting to think she's getting a bit too clingy with her rock friend".

"Guys, you gotta let her have this", Mabel told them, "Love may seem weird at first, but sooner or later she'll be hitting the high ride with her real husband".

"Yeah I don't think this is the case here, Mabel", Tomie said to her, "No offense, Hancock".

"None taken. Just as long as no man DARE interrupt my moment with Stone Luffy, I'll be cordial".

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"Ok, she's officially off the rail", Tomie confessed, "I don't why I still hang out with her. Probably because she's the only older girl in this house yet I can't try to make my usual move on her like any other girl's I met with. Oh well, at least I have Idree around".

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Outside of the house, Red Skull is relaxing on a lounge chair. He isn't wearing his usual black uniform. Instead, he wears a button, short sleeve, red short complete with black Hydra and Swastika patterns on them and light brown pants.

He's also wearing a pair of sunglasses and next to him is a table that has a wine bottle and glass on it.

Hellboy is shooting beer bottles tossed in the air by him. He does with tons and tons of empty beer cans pile, all the while Vicky watches in amazement.

"So this gun thing", Vicky asked him, "When it shoots out a blazing ball of fire, can it retreat their thing back or does it remain gone after the shot?"

"After", Hellboy said, "It costs a lot to get these, but sometimes it works. When you don't missed".

"I see", Vicky then asked, "Can I wield it?"

"Umm no".

"What? Why not?"

"Well like my Dad said, it's not a toy", Hellboy replied, tossing another beer can in the air and shooting it down, "Plus, it's too heavy for your size".

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"I couldn't really think of anything creative to give an excuse for", Hellboy confessed.

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"Sizes?" Vicky responded, a bit offended by his words, crossing his arm and flinging his head away from him, "Hmph, what does size matter? It doesn't look too heavy".

"Trust me, kid. It is".

"Well….I can hold things similar to that", Vicky states, looking around and notices a large, golden paper mache statue of King Archer, complete with a long cape and crown, "Like that thing over there".

Vicky approaches it and tries to lift it. He struggled, but ultimately failed as he fell to the ground, huffing for a moment, "See. Came this close".

"Huh, didn't notice it was there", Hellboy remarked at the statue, looking at his gun and smirking, "Wonder if I managed to scrape it by accident".

"You better not have touched it", Idree appears, approaching them with a paint bucket and brush, "Took me two days to make it. Two days!".

"Hey kid", Hellboy then asked, "You made this?"

"First off, do not refer to me as a kid", Idree replied, "Second, yes. I made it. No thanks to Archer forcing me to do this. He said if I don't, he will steal my room and convert it into a shrine room".

"A shrine room, huh? Guy really likes to stretch his ego further", Hellboy replied, with Vicky joining in, "Seems to me you need better friends".

"Yeah, King Archer doesn't seem to treat you really kindly", Vicky pointed out to him.

"Reminder, I do not need friends", Idree told them, gesturing to himself, "I only need myself and that's it. I'm doing this for the profit".

"Yeah, I don't see the King having any gold under those blanket robes of his to give you a good profit. I suggest finding another job opportunity, kid".

"Shut up. Now move aside so I can continue my work here".

Hellboy and Vicky look at each other and simply head back inside the house, as Idree approaches the statue, bringing his brush out, getting the paint and trying to add a tip to it, "Alright, almost done with this. Make sure it's in pristine condition. I just need to add the finishing touch here and-".

With one tiny pressed, the statue immediately falls down on him, crushing him. His muffle scream can be heard, "Ow!"

"Pitiful", Red Skull remarked, taking a sip of his wine with a straw.

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"I've done a lot of minimum labor for that idiot", Idree said, "I've cleaned his throne which is made out of boxes. I made him food, to which he threw it away because he called my cooking garbage. And lastly, I did toilet duty for him. Why? I don't know! Now at this rate, I'm beginning to feel working with him was a mistake, but I'll keep persisting until opportunity comes around".

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"Tired, exhausted, and annoyed", Red Skull remarked, "These are emotions I'm certain he is feeling right now. He needs to hit a certain phase. A climax if I may add. Sooner or later, he will talk to me".

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Elsewhere near the house or at least behind the mansion, Ruby is writing in her journal just as a Mrenh Kongveal pokes out from her head.

"Hey Ruby", Oudom asked her, curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, hi Oudom", She replied, "Just writing on my journal entry".

"That's pretty neat".

"Yeah, I figure if I'm going to stay here I might as well write about my experience on this show", Ruby replied, "So far, it has been pretty good".

"Interesting. Hey, are we part of that experience?"

"Yep".

"Wow. Honestly, my people haven't really got that much exposure besides small residents", Oudom said, "Nice to see you dolting us down like that. Even if we can only be seen from children and not from adults".

"Actually, that's what I'm kinda curious about", Ruby asked, "Do you guys hide from adults or can adults really not see you?"

"Oh, that's a good question…", Oudom replied, giving a long, pause silence.

After this long, awkward silence Lucy came by, "Hey Ruby, what's up?"

"Hi Lucy", Ruby said, "Just writing my journal entry. What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing much", Lucy replied, "Just thought I could use the forest to set up the perfect scene for me. I'm writing my own poem by the way".

"That's pretty cool. What's it about?"

"Death…..", Lucy replied, "And something relating to green, I don't know. I'm trying something new here".

"Well that's great", Ruby said, "Glad you are trying something that isn't all….uhh, is it still gloomy?"

"Kinda".

"Oh, you better not stray too far within those forests", Oudom told her, "It could be dangerous".

"What do you mean? Me and the others have gone into there", Ruby said.

"And I'm glad you guys are okay because somewhere within those forest lives a mysterious women", Oudom explained, "That has terrorized our village for eons. Mostly from her minions, though. They are arguably the worst part".

"Huh, that's quite eerie", Ruby then asked her, "Who is this person, anyways?'

"Her name is Cherieng", Oudom continued, "Me and my village don't know much about her and her cruel children, but we do know their presence has been haunting this area throughout the centuries".

"This Cherieng person does sound pretty dangerous".

"Yep. That's why I must warn you to not venture off too far. Otherwise, she may attack you".

"I see", Ruby proceeded to write it down in her journal, "I'll keep that in mind".

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"Now he mentions it", Ruby confesses, "I did recall Dororo, Reg, Mabel and Nikki mentioning something about them encountering weird folks involving a creepy lady. Maybe that's what they are referring to. Granted, they probably assume it is just part of the Imp illusions, but I'm in the same camp that I'm holding some doubts about that".

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"By the way, how's it going between you and Idree", Lucy then asked.

"Uhhh yeah", Ruby replied, "Currently, it's been kinda slow. I haven't had time to talk with him and when I do, he's quick to silence me".

"Once again", Lucy commented, "Not surprising, considering what type of guy he is. A complete shunned in".

"I wouldn't really go that far in calling him that. He's just a trouble guy".

"You should probably not try anyways. Just saying for your sake".

"Nope. I'm not going to stop. It's just our first week on the show. He probably just needed a bit of warming up to do".

"Yeah, not before he gets eliminated. If it isn't him, then perhaps that Red Skull guy".

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"I really hope Ruby knows what she's doing", Lucy said, "Idree comes off less of a guy who wants to embrace changes or wants a positive life and more like a guy who would hate any high level, positivity music. I know I sometimes loathe them".

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Inside the house, Octavia is at Lisa's door, knocking and checking on her in a worried state, but still trying to come off a bit casually.

"Lisa, hello?" Octavia asked, knocking on the door, "You still in there? Octavia to Lisa?"

She kept knocking on the door, until eventually it opened.

Lisa's appearance resembles a tired office person with wrinkles. Dishuffle and coop up inside that room.

"Oh, hi Octavia", Lisa then asked, noticing her, "What ummm, what are you doing here?"

"Just checking on ya", Octavia replied, "You haven't been out of your room for a while so I thought I could knock on your door and see if you are doing alright, hopefully".

"I'm alright, Octavia", Lisa replied, casually leaning near the door, "Doing alright".

"You sure?"

"Yep".

"I mean, you look kinda…gray. Not in a sickly sense, but more like your blood just drains out of your body".

"Gray? Nah, just…taking a small nap", Lisa said, awkwardly smiling, which makes the moment between them feel pretty uncomfortable right now, "By the way, you wanna check out what I've written?"

"Sure", Octavia replied, as Lisa gestured to her room.

Much to the Owl Demon surprise, the room is cluttered with sticky notes, along with a whiteboard filled with notes, papers and drawings of lists and diagrams.

"Oh f*ck", Octavia mutter, pinching her forehead, "Lisa, don't tell me-"

"I know, I know", Lisa assures her, heading to the drawing board, "Hadn't had a ton of sunlight. Been too busy drawing out strategy after strategy".

"Strategy? For what?"

"For….anything. Just for anything".

"Uh huh".

"Okay, now I know this seems overly complicated", Lisa begins explaining, "But I lay out some plans and some ideas. We can..uhhh…..we can…hmmmm".

"Ummm Lisa?"

"We can….darn it. I forgot! Now I gotta redo it all", Lisa said, getting frustrated as she ripped the paper's off from the board, revealing more papers.

She then ripped those off, revealing more. She did it again and again and again, eventually getting more irritated as she tried ripping them off more and more, until she stopped to pant for a bit.

Octavia came to her, telling her, "Lisa, calm down".

"I'm calm! I'm calm. I am sooooo calm right now", Lisa said.

Then all of a sudden, a loud ringing noise startle Lisa.

This led to her sliding the white board at the wall, swiftly and harshly as it smash against the wall, creating a crack.

Apparently she soon find out that it was her alarm clock, "Oops. Sorry".

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"Okay, I think Lisa is having some issues right now", Octavia remarked, "I never thought I'm going to be doing this, but I am".

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Octavia realized Lisa is having a bit of an issue at the moment, currently in a very desperate state to cling onto any hope of remaining within the game.

So she decided to help Lisa sit down on the bed and talk to her, "Lisa, tell me. Is everything okay with you? You've been acting all…well, overly crazy about winning this".

Lisa sighs, "I know we've been here for like only a few days, but I can't help but feel like we're losing here. We losing the trust of our team, we losing our selves".

"We aren't exactly in teams, you know", Octavia reminded here, "It's just you and me against Archer".

"I'm fully aware of that. I'm just worried we may slip up. It's like this show wants us to lose so I'm trying to outwit it somehow".

"How?"

"I don't know. But I'm figuring something out here. I'm just worried that Imp got something up his sleeves.

"Yeah, I'm thinking the obvious. I don't give a f*ck if he's not doing it. I don't trust that little sh*t".

"Umm maybe you shouldn't say it, since there's a likely chance that he could hear it".

"F*ck him. Let him hear it".

"Right. In all seriousness, I guess I'm just overthinking the problem here", Lisa said, "Maybe I shouldn't get too wrap up about this".

"Yeah, of course", Octavia said, "I don't see Mabel alliance doing much overthinking planning. They aren't really taking the game too seriously and rest are….well, I have no clue what they've been doing, but I know they are not too hooked on this as you are".

"I see".

"And besides, I'm sure we may need to figure things out a bit, but right now it's not a good idea to work up too much".

"Yeah, your right", Lisa replied, as it seemingly cheered her up, " Thanks for talking with me, Octavia".

"Your welcome".

Just then, a loud air horn is blessed across the house which signifies Mxy presence and his voice, "Competitors! Dropped everything what you guys are doing! It's a special challenge announcement!"

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Everyone manages to be outside where they stand, as Mxy and Don are present to discuss today's challenge.

King Archer came late, still clad with his usual royal outfit, but this time cover in chips bits and drink spills, "Alright, what's this all about? I was taking a lovely nap on the couch, dreaming of a fair maiden giving me the greatest massage around China, until I was rudely interrupted by you".

"Surprise your beautiful, fair maiden, never give you advice on decency", Hellboy remarked at him.

"Dude, don't give me that tone. I like to choose how and when to present myself here, which is why I'm the king".

"Man of the house", Lisa clarified, with a deadpan expression.

"I know! Don't need to remind me".

"Ahem", Don said, "Right. Anyways, let's get on with it. Today's challenge is going to be special".

"That's right", Mxy said, holding a cigar, "We have been noticing a lack of excitement for the past day or two".

"Honestly, I kinda prefer it", Zulius said, "Several weeks of boredom and tame challenges allows me to get working on my fabulous nails! Seriously, look at them!"

He show off his nails, which are painted in glittering, black and white with a zilch of gold on it.

"Wow, really digging the color choice there, centaur guy", Mabel remarked, "Great work".

"Yeah, I know! Thank you!"

"I don't even care what you do with your nails", Idree told him.

"Well you should be!" Zulius then proceeded to pause everything so he could go into his gossip mode, "I'm gonna be real straight. I hate them. I loathe them! I don't know why! I thought if I show them off to these guys, they may like it but no! No one has complimented them! I'm beginning to feel regret in applying them on my nails. It's so gross! Anyways, thinking of removing them".

He then resumes the motion of time back, which causes everyone to either collapse and press their stomach from a severe pain within their body.

It also affected Don and Mxy.

"What the hell happened?! Red Skull exclaimed.

"I don't know!" Nikki cried out.

"Ugh! It burns!" Lisa shouted.

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"Okay, ignoring what just happened right now", Mxy resume, gasping a bit, "Today's challenge is all about the Yard Sale!"

"Correct", Don explained, "Each of you or a group must sell off their items to any customers passing by. The items can be anything, as long as it sells or it isn't stolen".

"Aw dang it", Dororo mutters to herself, kicking the dirt.

"Well excuse me!" Gimpy said, "I ain't gonna sell any of my Star Wars collectables and valuables! You can't make me!"

"Suit yourself. Whoever sells the most items and earns the most money", Mxy explained, "Will win today's challenge!"

"And by money, you mean-?" Lisa was going to ask the obvious, but Don beat her to it.

"Khmer currency? Yes!".

"Sweet", Mabel said, then asked Nikki, "You hear that. It can be any item! You know what I'm thinking?"

"Totally!" Nikki nodded, "I have no idea what we are thinking about!"

"You guys are already excited about this?", Dororo remarked to them.

"A bit too excited", Red Skull commented out of annoyance.

"Well the Mxy guy did mention any items can be sold", Mabel said, "So it's up to me and Nikki to use our creative brain power for this challenge; And also, Waddles is involved with this".

Waddles agree with a pig sound.

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"This challenge totally fits our speciality", Mabel said, "When it comes to selling special items, I always aim to make sure the customers feel super satisfied with it. By adding glitter, paint, more glitter, googling eyes, even more glitter. Just smalls details like those that can grab a customer's attention and be like, 'Holy dang! What's that adorable abomination!'"

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"Also to note", Don continued, "There will be a huge market going on here where the locals in this area will come by and buy your stuff".

"Indeed. Real people this time!", Mxy nodded, "So you better be in good behavior or have good social track records".

"Oh, well that's something new", Ruby remarked to Idree, "Real people".

"Great, more mockery attention", Idree replied, "What I needed right now".

"Ooooh real customers, huh?" Po remarked to a tired Furrball and Ceviche, "Looks like it is time for me to bring out my true speciality".

"And what's that? Ceviche asked him.

"It's a surprise".

"Does it involve Kung Fu?" Tomie asked him.

"No", Po replied to her, "It's….well, now you mention it, that could draw some good publicity".

"So there's going to be tons of people arriving here at the house?" Lisa asked the hosts.

"Yep", Mxy continued, "And not just the locals! There will also be some guest appearances! Again, not created by me, of course".

"Whoa, special guest appearances!" Nikki remarked, "I wonder who it could be? Maybe it's a werewolf!"

"Will it be Luffy?", Hancock asked, "I demand to know! As a member of the Warlords, of course".

"Is it Nancy?" John asked, delightfully, but then retracted once he realized they live on TV, "I mean, Nancy, Joseph, and Dale. Friends of mine back at home".

John awkwardly chuckles, as Po, Vicky, and Furrball can only give him an odd look.

"Oh great", Octavia said in a very cringing and satisfying way, "People are coming. How…unfortunate".

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"I'm beginning to wish it were just a bunch of fake people created by him", Octavia confess, "I'll be real, I was getting real comfortable with the place until that Imp decided to introduce the Yard Sale challenge. I'm not socially okay being surrounding a bunch of people. Sometimes I do limit myself, but not to this extent".

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"So anyways, get going everyone!" Mxy told everyone, "Challenge will start very soon, about ten minutes! Your stands will already be set up! So get going!"

"Wait!" Idree asked, "Hold up. What if some of us don't have any things to sell for this challenge?"

"Or for that matter, some of us don't want to sell", Gimpy said, "I'm not gonna sell my precious, 1978 early prototype of my Boba Fett figurine".

"He brings up a good question", Lucy agrees with the man, not in terms relating to Star Wars.

"That's a good question", Mxy said, readying to snap his finger, "Figure that out on your own! If not, then you're out of luck".

Once his finger is snapped, everyone disappears out of sight, likely back into their house. Except for Blitzwing, as her returned back to his hanger.

"Wait, what kind of special guests are you planning on bringing?" Don asked him.

"Uhhh just random special guests", Mxy assures him, "Nothing to worry about".

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"Alright, a challenge that doesn't require a whole lot of strategy and based simply on picking which stay and which doesn't", Lisa confess, "Alright, doesn't sound stress inducing. I can probably make it through that without problem".

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Inside Lisa's room, she got all of her personal items onto the bed and tried to see which to sell and which to keep.

Each item ranges from trophies to musical instruments to photos taken by people she met to various costumes and clothing she wore to even more trophies, as well as medals.

She even holds up a notepad to write some things to sell or not to sell to keep track of the item.

"Okay, so I counted the amount of stuff I brought along", Lisa said to herself, "Like I say, easy enough. Just pick one to sell and pick one to keep".

She starts with some of her trophies, picking one of them up, "Ah, my first spelling bee medal in first grade. Hmmmm, don't know if I should sell this".

She checks the box off on the sheet and continues moving to the medals, "Swimming champion…. First place….on the same day I won my spelling bee…going to keep those".

She continued looking, as she picked another trophy, "How about this? Trophy for best mineral preservation during a field trip. Mmmmm nope. Not going to sell this".

At this point, Lisa is having a bit of a hard time choosing an item to sell, remarking to herself, "Darn. I can't figure out which one I should sell. Probably it wasn't a good idea to bring that many personal items with me"

Trying to find other items to sell off, She decided to move to the other items, picking one of the photo's and seeing it, "Maybe I can sell this off. Me and Lady Gaga".

After some thinking, she responded, "nah, this is junk".

As she scrambles the photo and tosses it near the trash can, which happens to be near the door where Octavia passed by.

She took notice of the amount of stuff Lisa has, remarking, "Huh, talk about an enormous ego. No offense".

"Octavia", Lisa noticed, "There you are. I really need your help here".

"Sure", Octavia entered, "Figure I got nothing else to do, but lose. Since….I don't have many items needing selling and I am not going to do what that Imp guy said".

"Well guess you and I are back at it again with our team work, then".

"Guess so", Octavia said, "So what do you need help for?"

"Well it's pretty obvious", Lisa said, now looking at her stuff, "Real obvious. I can't figure which of these things I should put for the yard sale. Should I sell off all of my greatest achievements or not?"

"I mean, it's not that hard. Keep the ones that are personal and get rid of ones you don't need. It's that simple".

"Yeah, but-"

"Look Lisa, some of the stuff here doesn't seem to do much or matters, other than", Octavia said, "And again no offense, stroking your ego".

"It's not an ego thing", Lisa said, "Okay, maybe there's a little ego stroking here and there, but not to an extent".

"Lisa, sometimes it is best to let go of something you don't need", Octavis said, looking around picking a random trophy up, "Like this one. Twenty fourth best….trophy winner?"

"Yeah, that one was from art class", Lisa replied, "Think I got that only for participation".

"Oh, I see'.

"I mean, I guess there's no shame in selling off some of my prize achievements", Lisa said, as much as it is painful to say, "Some people may need these. Same goes with some of my old clothing. I do have a lot of clusters in my room, especially the closest".

"See. Nothing wrong with that".

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"Octavia is really changing me for the better", Lisa confess, "Now that I no longer need the best reward for being the best or whatever, I can finally clear my head a little. Yeah, it's a ashame I have to sell some of my stuff away, but it's worthwhile at the end".

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( Inside the attic ).

"Alright team", Mabel said, standing up next to the drawing board, which shows her and her friends in doodle, stick forms with grins next to a wooden stand, "We need to brainstorm and create something to sell for ten minutes straight. So I want you guys to throw it at me",

Nikki on cue, lifted her chair up for the throw.

"Not physically".

"Uhhh right", Nikki said, putting it down, then asking Dororo who was sitting next to her, "So you got any ideas?"

"I don't know", Dororo replied, "Maybe we can sell some of the items we have in the attic".

"Hmmm good idea", Mabel replied, "But we need to come up with something that could grab the eye of a special, like minded customer like my friend Soos. Any suggestions?"

"Oh! Oh!" Nikki said, raising her hand, "I thought of something right now".

"Cool. What is it?"

"How about we sell", Nikki said, "Skin wears!"

"Skin wears?"

"Yeah, animal skin wears to be precise", Nikki begin explaining, "I'll find a random, deadly animal like a ferocious killer bear, man eating wendigo and start wrestling it".

"Wait, what'a wendigo?" Dororo asked.

"I'll explain for another time", Nikki resumed, "Anyways, once I tackle it down we flay it skin off and turn it into a rad coat wear, complete with our own design choice. I'm thinking of something relating to a viking".

"That seems", Reg pointed out, "A bit excessive".

"I know. Just wanna have a good excuse to wrestle something".

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"I'm waiting for a wrestling theme challenge, guys", Nikki said at the camera, "Like I'm fully prepared for that kind of stuff. If the Imp guy and Don aren't planning on it, then I'll be really disappointed".

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"Hmmm, interesting idea", Mabel said, as even though she's a bit skeptical she quickly take a positive liking to it, "We'll put it down to our potential ideas!"

A Mrenh Kongveal riding on Waddles begins doodling down the writing suggestion by Nikki on the whiteboard.

"Okay", Mabel moved on, "Next suggestion. Dororo, got any ideas up your sleeves? I mean! Mind?"

"Probably dolls or some of the stuff we have in the attic", Dororo suggest, crossed arm. Then she asked Oudom, who was resting on her head, "What do you got?"

"Well we are good at crafting miniature houses, boats, weapons, pots, statues, and all sorts of things to fit our needs", Oudom replied, "Perhaps you guys could use our help for this challenge".

"Great to hear there, little guy", Mabel said, then moving onto the last person in the room. Reg, "Robot boy. Want to throw out some ideas? I know your tempted to".

"Umm me?" Reg replied, unsure what to give within the circle of ideas, "I don't know. Usually I'm not great at coming up a solid idea. Well, not in this kind of scenario".

"Come on", Mabel said, "Any idea works for me. It's all about the execution and quality. Mostly quality".

"Yeah Reg, just give it a shot", Dororo told him, "I know you got something interesting up in your head".

Reg thought about an idea he could throw, seeing that his friends seem very insensitive and curious about his choice.

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"I never get this creative, except when the situation needed it", Reg confess, "Which is now, by the way. I suppose I'm not much of a designer in art and crafts".

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Elsewhere, Ruby is casually walking in the hallway when she stumbles upon Idree, pulling a trash can inside his room, which he struggles to.

"Idree, what are you doing?" Ruby asked him, stopping his track, which accidentally caused the trash can to fall and litter everywhere on his doorstep.

"Finding my own things to sell", Idree replied, "I don't have many items so I'm looking for other means to make one on my own".

"Oh, okay then. That's kinda neat. Do you need some help?"

"No! No, I do not need help", Idree told her off, "Especially from your kind. I prefer doing this on my own".

"Alright then", Ruby said, "Well, if you need any help, call me. I'm going to check on Lucy".

"Yes, check on the creepy girl with no decency of space", Idree said, as Ruby strolled along. Scoffing to himself.

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"Rude comment aside", Ruby confesses, "Idree doesn't seem to have much stuff based on the small glimpse I saw in his room. It's pretty…..well, I don't want to sound rude, but kinda bland looking. Like yeah, there's the essential, but it's not hugely lively. I guess there is the radio, but that's pretty much it".

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"Great, just great", Idree remarked at the litter trash in front of him, "There's not a single thing I could scavenge from this. They're all literal junks!"

He proceeds to kick the trash can, only to flinch in pain from the impact, "And how hard is this trash can, anyways?!"

"Ugh, I am struggling right now!" Zulius came by, complaining to him, "I am in desperate need of help right now".

"Can you mind your own business somewhere else?! I'm in the moment of venting my frustration onto literal trash".

"Well, do whatever! Fine! ", Zulius said, "I need Archer right now. I mean, King Archer".

"You don't need to correct yourself. He doesn't deserve to have his new title be referred to".

"I know, but sometime he can pop out of nowhere and start-"

"Hey! Mind not talking loudly next to my room?" King Archer entered the scene, annoyed by their presence, "I'm concentrating on something here. I need to figure out if I should sell my MK-46 or MK-24. Both of them are lethal and valuable to me. Except for maybe Mk-46, but only because it can get jammed because someone doesn't consider their design faulty".

"Archer!" Idree said, shoving Zulius away to talk to him, "I need your help right now. I need some items to sell and I don't have much. Can you assist me? Like, lend me your stuff?"

"Hmm, let me think. No".

"What?"

"First off, you didn't call me King, which is an automatically foul on ya part".

"See! Told ya", Zulius said to Idree.

"Shut up", Idree retorted back at him.

"Second, at this moment of time I am too occupied with my own affair. I cannot attend with anyone so I need you guys to give me some slack".

"You said your not on leisure time!" Idree stated, "Which means, you can be more active and help us!"

"Exactly. But this isn't leisure time. It is an emergency strictly to me and not to anyone else", King Archer told him, turning away as he headed back to his room, "Goodbye ".

"Wait!"

"Hold on! I need your opinion here!" Zulius shouted, as he headed to him and stopped him from entering his room.

"Zulius, what's so urgent that the King needs to be stopped from entering his own domain?" King Archer asked, "God, I really need to look up more medieval terms and phrases. I think I'm lacking some".

"Listen, I am debating whether I should sell some of my expensive nail polish or this collection of rainbow potions".

"Rainbow potions?"

"Yes! Rainbow potions. I use them whenever I have a bad dream, but I rarely use them because I don't feel like them".

"I don't know! Didn't you hear what I just said to Idree? I'm busy with something! Go talk to, I don't know! John Redcorn. Maybe he knows a thing or two about magical potions".

After King Archer entered his room and slammed the door, it left Zulius flabbergasted.

"Ugh, so much for his help", Zulius remarked.

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"That isn't me putting myself at risk for an elimination", King Archer clarify, "I'm fully aware being a d*ck to them will not lead to something great. I'm perfectly aware. However, I can't let priority be sideline here. I gotta make things go smoothly or else I'll be painted as a potential target".

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Inside Lucy's room, tons of boxes and belongings were brought out for her to select which item she could sell.

She is looking over pages and drafts consisting of her old poems, "Let see, I'm debating whether I should sell them or burn them. Hmmm…"

Lucy placed them to the ground and moved onto the next pair items, as she picked up a pony figurine.

"Hmmm…yeah, no", Lucy said to herself, "Totally not selling this".

"Hey Lucy".

Lucy startled a bit, turning around to see Ruby. She quickly hide the figurine, "Oh, it's just you".

"Is that a pony you were holding?"

"No! It's….a voodoo doll".

"Really? In the shape of a pony?"

"Uhhh yes…" She replied. After a long awkward moment of silence, she finally confesses, "Okay fine I'm into these, alright?"

"Hey, there's no need to be ashamed of. I don't mind you being into something like this".

"Really?"

"Yeah", Ruby said.

"Huh, good to hear I guess", Lucy replied, turning around then turning quickly back at her in a hasty threat, "Don't tell nobody about this. Got it?!"

"Totally!" Ruby replied, calming her down, "If it is a personal secret to you, then I won't. I promise".

"Okay".

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"I'll admit, I would die if someone knew about my different side of interest", Lucy said, "But I'm kinda glad Ruby kept it a secret. Permanently, hopefully".

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After many sets of stands, decisions making of which item to sale or what type of item should be made, it all comes to the day of the Yard Sale.

It begins.

Tons and tons of locals from the area visited the house for a huge yard sale, while Mxy spring up at the entrance wall gate with a huge billboard that has a huge wording reading "Yard Sale". Both in English and Khmer.

"Step forward! Step lively!" Mxy said, wearing what a carnival host would usually wear. A straw hat, a blue vest and red and white shirt, "Right here is no ordinary yard sale! It fills with such wonders like robots! Guy from hell! And a guy with a red skull!"

While the yard sale is going on and the locals are roaming and examining the area, even taking photos, there are those that do not belong in this area.

Such as the case with three motorcycle men that enter the scene.

One was a skinny guy with yellow hair and a ponytail. He wears shades, a yellow, sleeveless shirt with pockets and blue pants. He carries a chainsaw gun, which gives him the name Buzzer.

Another has a brown beard, wears a red headband and shades. He has an expose vest and wears blue pants and boots. He wield a flamethrower, which is connected to the tubes on his backpack, giving him the name Torch.

The third person is a man with black hair and a goatee. He wears a light green shirt, a black jacket and black pants and boots. Despite clinging a shotgun with him, he goes by the name Machete.

Finally there was the last person and one who leads this motorcycle gang. He wore or has a long, brown headgear that could either be his hood or hair. He has black makeup that rundown his eyes. He wore dark blue armor with no sleeves, he is completely shirtless and has brown pants.

His name goes by many in his specialty, but one true name that is associated with him is Zartan! Master of Disguise.

They park near the gates. As they got out, Torch began complaining, "Zartan, why are we here dolting around in this crummy neighborhood".

"Yeah, you said we're gonna head to the nearest town and have a drink with the local gals", Buzzer said to him.

"Those will have to wait", Zartan told them, as they head to the gate, "I saw a flier that states a yard sale is going on at this coordinate".

"I don't get it. Why should we go to this yard sale, huh?" Machete asked, "Seems like a waste of time".

"It's no ordinary yard sale", Zartan told them, "Apparently there's mention of a Cybertronian here".

"A Cybertronian? Here?" Torch asked, a bit puzzled.

"Yes. Once we locate this Cybertronian, we'll report back to the Commander. I'm sure he'll be invested with what we find here. We may even get a bonus".

"Why this still sounds like a waste of time", Buzzer commented, "I rather we go back to Australia and start popping some kangaroo's".

"Well try to enjoy yourself being here", Zartan told him, "Look around, buy something on your own money and don't cause much trouble. We can't alert the Joe's here. They can be hiding within the crowd".

As they entered the gates, Don remarked to Mxy in a concerned tone, "Ummm Mxy, are those actual Dreadnoks or-?"

"If your wondering, yes!" Mxy replied, "They are! They are the real thing!"

"Wait, you invited a bunch of notorious criminals here?"

"Don, do I have to remind you we have a literal Nazi on our show?" Mxy said, taking a cigar and smoking it, "I'm trying to make our special show more interesting".

"Okay, but wouldn't that attract…well, certain folks?"

"Relax", Mxy assures him, "Most of what I'm showing are restricted to specific channels and what not. I have magic so be chill about it!"

Just as Don turns, he is slapped into a camera that suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Ow?! What the?" Don confusingly look up to see a cameraman, with another random person appearing in front of the camera with the host behind him.

"This is Hector Remirez, reporting live for your TV Twenty Questions", The man revealed himself, having black hair and a mustache, while wearing a grayish, brown suit with a red tie, "Given the state of this country, host of the Ridonculous Race Don is now hosting a new show with a new diverse cast from different world. But does this have any impact on the mainland itself? Does it really benefit the locals in this area? One such local claim these visitors are weird, outlandish and even a bit scary to live next door with".

"Umm excuse me", Don asked him, cutting in while the camera was rolling, "What's going on here?"

"What's going on?" Hector replied, then looked back at the camera, "This man has no clue when it comes to a true journalist cracking down on a supposedly harmful operation".

"Harmful?"

"Yes, Mister Don", Hector replied, "I heard so much about your reputation. And I'm here to expose every instance of your action, starting right now with your show".

"Okay, I am really confused right now and I do not like your tone", Don told him, "So get out".

"I can't leave. I have full authorization, permits, and contracts to be here".

"Nope. I don't see it. I need a physical copy".

"Ummm it's actually right here, sir", One of Hector's crew pops in, holding up the paper, "In full print".

"What? I-" Don is flabbergasted by this, but Mxy tried to assure him.

"Don, calm down", Mxy told him, "This is the perfect way to get some good publicity".

"Publicity?"

"Yeah", Mxy begin to whisper to his ear, "Think about it. If we have this dimwit around, we can use this to our advantage. Imagine our poor show getting flak by some annoying reporter like him. The sympathy point would skyrocketed. And plus, it would garner tons of attention. Hopefully it's not Superman and other folks that'll ruin our fun, but you get the picture".

"Hmmm, I guess you do make a good point".

"Now you're speaking my language!", Mxy said, patting him on the back and giving him a cigar, "So chillax. Roam around and get yourself barbecue ribs. I heard they are pretty good with the locals".

Mxy moved to Hector, who seemed pretty delighted to hear of their present by the Imp himself, "And Hector! My man! Stick around! Enjoy yourself! Make yourself home. Your totally welcome to report everything around here".

"I see", Hector said, skeptical, but again delighted. He then stared back at the camera, "Very well then. I am positively reporting that I am quite welcome to document and question the folks here in this restricted area. Let us continue".

Unknown to the people below enjoying themselves within this open yard sale event, above the trees was the boy known as Steam Lad.

Crouching down on a branch and seemingly observing everything, despite seemingly being blindfolded. He remarked, curiously, "Huh, guess some kind of special event is being held here. I wonder what this is all about?"

Within the yard sale itself, John Redcorn is in his stand, selling what appear to be Native Americans antiques, along with some copies of his albums.

"Feels less like a yard sale and more like a festival. Really wish I brought my guitar", John remarked in his thoughts, then he begins to clean one of his Native American statues with a cloth, until someone familiar comes by.

"Hey John Redcorn", A man with brown hair, glasses, white shirt and blue pants approached him, "What ya doing? Polishing your displays here? Looks like you got yourself some vintage Native American tools and utensils".

Along with him is a skinny man with glasses but in shades. Wears an orange cap, button shirt and blue pants. He's also seen smoking.

Another is a bald man with some brown hair around his side. He is a little obese looking, with wearing only his signature white, tank top and blue pants.

Lastly, a skinny man with yellow hair, black shirt and blue pants. Both of them looked around, with the orange cap man being a bit more suspicious of his surroundings.

"Hank? Dale? Bill? Boomhauer?" John remarked, surprisingly, "Didn't expect you four to be here".

"Yeah well, we didn't expect a magical, midget guy to poof into existence and offer us a deal to simply visit a country near Khan homeland", Hank told him, "By the way, have you notice something strange here?"

"Strange how?"

"Many of the folks here are using charcoal", Hank said, pointing at one of the guy grilling some meat for some customers, "If you ask me, propane is where it's at. Heck, if I'm going to need to read some Khmer words like they said, the first thing I'm going to learn is the word propane. That way, people might like the term when I say it. Propane".

"Uh huh, I see".

"Anyways, we just wanted to come by and see how you are doing", Hank said to him, "We didn't expect you to be the type to compete in these type of wack job of a show".

"Well I do need to pay off my taxes", John replied, "Along with my mortgages I own and stats one".

"Dangol'statetaxes", Boomhauer begin speaking, quickly and in haste, "Goingbebotheringyaintheground, ,youknowwhatImean?Shoot".

Hank, Bill, Dale and John Redcorn glare at him blankly, until Bill spoke up, "So John, how's your interaction with these strangers? They seem like a nice folks".

"Yes, they are", John Redcorn replied, "I've been getting along pretty fine with some folks here. Well, most of them".

"Well that's good to hear, John Redcorn", Dale said, positively and very enthrall, "I'm glad you are adjusting with this new weird world that I wasn't aware of".

"Ummm yes Dale, I'm grateful".

"Hank, Bill, Boomhauer, can you excuse us for a moment?" Dale asked them, "Me and John need to have a little chat".

John became nervous, thinking confusingly but assuming the worst implication from his action.

The three of the men glance at each other. Hank shrugged, as they move onto other stands.

Dale quickly made his move, grabbing a folding chair and sitting in front of him, while pulling out a tape recorder, "Alright John Redcorn, tell me everything you know".

"What?" John asked confusingly.

"I knew you were going undercover on a secret mission to visit an alien world like this one", Dale said, "All that sign language to me after you departed".

"Dale, that wasn't directed to you. It was to Nanc-I mean….", John Redcorn retracted, "Yes, it was totally meant for you".

"Exactly. I know you're too interested in my case to keep it low profile for me to not take notice. So tell me, did you notice something odd about the aliens you met. Did some of them put a probe inside you? And were most of them speaking in presidential terms? Hurry up. We don't have all day".

John can only give a scratching head in confusion and uncertainty, maybe even a little agitated.

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"I didn't expect Dale, Bill, Boomhauer and Hank to be here", John Redcorn remarked, "Then again, the Imp did mention bringing guest stars here. I didn't know they were qualified for that. I was kinda hoping someone would come. Someone like uhhhhhh….I should probably keep my mouth shut".

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At Hancock stand, she is selling some valuable jewels, gold objects and coins, as well as some dresses, fruits and berries. All of the dresses specifically were designed by her with her bare hands.

Some consist of snake themes, others more tropical themes. The colors consist of green and purple.

The customers coming by were in awe of them, some picking them up and examining it while chatting with their friends and family.

Bill Dauterive remarked to Hancock, who is seen standing with Stone Luffy, "Wow, you got a good display here, ma'am. Real good".

"Yes, I've made sure they are of excellent quality", Hancock said, "Stone Luffy seems to agree".

"Oh, I can totally see that coming from a very, very, very attractive, beautiful lady like you", Bill said to her, "Yep".

"Oh that's very nice of-wait, are you trying to flirt with me?"

"Oh no! No, not at all", Bill stated, awkwardly, "I just didn't expect to find a lady like you with a pretty look".

"Billfumblehiswordwithoutthinkingasusual,yo", Boomhauer remarked, with Hank shaking his head.

"I see", Hancock said, "I suppose you have a point. I am quite fond for most men in my world".

"Really?"

"Yes", Hancock then proceeds to form her hand gesture into a heart and give him a wink and a kiss. A heart-shape symbol floarts to Bill, which then petrifies him in stones.

Much to Boomhauer and Hank's shock, along with some of the people in the surroundings.

"Whoaman,thatladywiththerockandsnakegiveBillakissandhecompletelyturnintoastone!" Boomhauer remarked, pointing it out, "Itellya,heturnhimintoastoneasifshe'sthesnake,hairladyfromGreekorRomanorsomething,Idon'tknow".

"Tch, men", Hancock scoffed.

Onto the other stands, Hellboy and Vicky are working together in selling off items of their own. This consists of Vicky's own stuff he doesn't need, which consists of necklaces, bones, horns, helmets, shields, broken swords ropes, iron shards, and extra clothes. As for Hellboy, his own personal items are empty flasks, broken flashlights, old scrolls with unknown symbols on them, a couple of dead tooth fairies, Mexican beer bottles, cigars, and stones.

Several customers are simply observing, but Vicky seem to be taking this garage sale pretty well, "Wow, there's so many people coming to our stand. Guess our materials must be this fantastic".

"Right", Hellboy replied, drinking a beer while sitting on a wooden folding chair, "Good time to sell off some junk, I guess".

"Honestly, yours don't look so much like junk", Vicky remarked, "They seem so unique".

"Nah. You don't want to know. Some of these are pretty personal. Better not get too attached".

"Hmm", Vicky crossed arm, feeling curious but at the same time a little frustrated/

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"Staying with the red guy has been pretty fun", Vicky confessed, "Yet, there's so much about him I don't know of. He seems to be keeping a secret".

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Elsewhere, Idree is struggling to sell, as his items are lacking.

It only consists of a torn off, dirty cloth, a crack, an old glass jar, some rocks, an empty can, and a dirty blanket.

Most of the people passing by either ignored him or took one glance at him and never paying a good attention.

It left Idree in a pretty difficult and frustrating state. As much as he despised King Archer to the level that he work under him, he was hoping at least the King share some of his stuff in return.

But alas, it wasn't the case.

"Great", Idree remarked to himself, deadpan and with a sarcastic tone, "Just what I need. No help from anyone and I'm stuck here to fend for myself. Ugh, I can't even stare at anyone. The way they dress, they act, no decency".

Before he could even continue with his rant on the folks passing by, he noticed his blanket was being torn apart by a random dog, "Hey! Shoo! Get away from my product!"

Idree got out of his stand and try to kick the dog, but it eventually ran away causing him to fall to the ground, "OW!"

"Well, well, a pitiful display of a yard sale I see", A man came by, remarking at Idree current situation. He's chubby. He wore shades of glasses, long brown hair that reached to his turtleneck, black sweater. He wears a purple suit and smokes a cigarette holder, "No point of selling if one simply sale things that a dog can feed".

"Excuse me, are you talking to me?" Idree asked him, "Who are you?"

"I am Augustus Saint Cloud", He revealed himself, "And I seem to notice your sad state of affairs with your sale".

"Yeah, so? It's none of your business", Idree told him.

"None of mine, yes", Cloud told him, "But I came to look for any precious items so I could add within my Asian collection. And here I am, seeing a lack of it. Well, there are few stands here and there, but yours is the most shame".

"Oh screw off!" Idree told him, as St. Cloud moved on from his discussion with him, "You want me to get you in trouble! I would if…I have any…control…."

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"Damn it! Archer!" Idree said, "If he simply had given me half of his stuff, I would've gone through this much easier! Granted, not as perfect as those kids, but I could've survived through it!"

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Idree returned to his stand, disgruntled. Then the stand collapsed, much to his shock and disbelief, "Oh come on!"

Over from the other side of the stand, Ruby and Lucy are selling off items they don't need or ones made by them. These usually consist of something more dark and gothic like candle packages, printed poems by Lucy, knives, etc.

Ruby took notice of Idrees troubling situation and remarked, "This isn't looking good".

"What are you talking about?" Lucy asked, giving away a mysterious black chest to a customer, as the result of the dropped crush his food, squealing from it, "We doing pretty well for the past twenty minutes".

"I'm referring to Idree", Ruby said, "He's not selling well".

"Well I think it's pretty obvious why", Lucy said to her, looking in the same direction, "You're going to help him, aren't you?"

"You are totally correct on that".

"Don't know how you're going to help him. His stuff isn't high quality".

"There's always a way to turn low quality to high quality", Ruby replied, "You just need a creative mindset, that's all".

"Good luck on that", She said, as Ruby left the stand, leaving Lucy to manage things herself.

Idree stood at the broken down stand, "Crummy Imp. So much of his holy powers!"

"Hey Idree, what's up?" Ruby asked, checking on him.

"What's up? Look at this!" Idree told her, "My stand is broken, I am being mocked by these people, most of my things are garbage and…"

As he continued to complain, he picked up an object that resembles a statue, but is crudely made as if clay was mashed together. It has a large head, but droopy eyes and a handlebar, "I have no idea what this is! Like, is it a cup or something? What is it?"

"Hmm looks like a funny looking clay model that wasn't half way finished", Ruby pointed out.

"Funny? It looks hideous. As hideous as any dumb woman's fabric would make".

"Maybe I could help".

"Help me? How?"

"For starters, maybe we should give it some small touches that could totally grab someone's attention.

"Oh come on. Who wants this, anyways?" Idree asked her, "Only an idiot would buy this".

Ruby looked around and noticed markers and a mop cloth on the ground. Picking them up and taking the object, she begins making something out of it and reveals it to Idree, as the object looks like it has a hair and grinned, "Tada! Quality".

"This?" Idree asked, crossed arm, "This is quality?"

"Well, quality varies, but I'm sure this would grab anyone's interest".

"Yeah, which is not gonna happen. If you think I'm going to sell this thing-!" Before Idree could finish his sentence, a man with the palm hat passed by and took notice of the strange object.

"Hey, what's that?" The man asked him.

"It's nothing! Go away!" Idree replied back.

"I want it".

"What?"

"I want it. Thirty dollars for it", The man said, pulling out cash, much to Idree bewilderment.

Ruby is surprised, but completely complies as she hands the object to him and in return he gave the money to Idree.

Ruby gleefully smiles, as Idree doesn't have much to say from that, "Welp, that just …...happen".

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"Okay, didn't expect that to go so well, but it works", Ruby said, "Idree just need a bit of help from someone. Even if he may not be appreciative, I'm still willing to help him out".

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As Ruby continues to help Idree out, who is only observing it from across the stand, Red Skull is watching through his binoculars.

"This girl is continuing to interfere with my plans", Red Skull said, "It should've been him asking for my help, not the other way around! Begging for mercy was the best option I had!"

While he's doing this, many of his customers are examining and checking out old World War 2 items and weapons, books, uniforms, helmets, gas mask, handkerchiefs, posters, flags, small statues, and all sorts of objects relating to his organization and period.

Bill Dauterive is one of these customers, as he picks up a canister with a spray tip, "Umm excuse me, is this thing a perfume? It looks like a perfume. Looks really fancy, hey how much does this cost?"

Red Skull simply grumbled, as Bill examined it he pressed the tip causing gas to be spray in his eyes which caused great pain to him, dropping and squealing, "AAAAAAAHHH! My eyes! It feels like hot, burning wings waging a war on me eyes! AAAAAHHHH!"

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"That girl is intolerable to stare at. I need to be more approachable with him", Red Skull replied, "Physically this time. I cannot allow some unknown inferior creature to ruin my plans".

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Red Skull placed the binoculars down, turning around to see Tomie sitting on his stand, "You know, there's being a total creep and being a complete lazy a**".

"Don't you have a business to run?" Red Skull asked her.

"Don't worry. It's running by itself", Tomie assures him, gesturing to her stand, which is apparently selling tons of clothes, wallets, photos, and other belongings that don't seem to belong to her, as most of them seem to belong to mostly males.

This didn't stop the locals from taking a look and buying it by putting the money in her jar.

One guy said, holding up a brown suit, "Look at this! I got myself a suit in wrinkle condition".

Another guy said, "Look! I got myself five wallets. One of which has a photo album of some girl or whatever".

And the last guy said, "And I got myself a bloody T-shirts with the word 'Tomie!' written on it! For some reason, I know Japanese".

"Honestly, this yard sale is something I really need right now", Tomie said, "I have a lot of stuff needing to be disposed of if you couldn't tell".

"Yes, I see", Red Skull said, finding this suspicious, but not to an extent he quickly shrugged it off, "Whatever. I have my own priority to conduct now, so I suggest running off, you whore".

"Oh! Wow, very harsh of you", Tomie said, getting off his stand and walking off, "Oh well".

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"I'm not that pathetic enough to get riled up when someone is stealing my prey", Tomie confesses, "That would be ridiculous, since it's a little girl. I'm honestly just taking this casually. Nothing too extreme, but casually".

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Elsewhere in another stand, the Wonder Terror first minutes into their yard sale business and they've been getting quite the attraction.

All of the products consist of glittering, sparkling and perhaps, extremely bright eye catchers that would certainly grab anyone's interest.

These consist of make boxes with googly eyes, utensils with glitter and glue diamonds, old makeup packs, purses with stickers and cut out doodles on them, paper drawing with doodles consisting of any random creature, a rock, a bowl filled with sugars, and other creative, unfilter, imaginative items.

"Hello folks! Welcome to the Wonder Terror, a spectacular shop!" Mabel shows off several items to the curious customers, "Over here, we got lots of displays from our creative staff team. From critters like this purse monster here to a rock that can read minds. Yep! Definitely, one hundred percent true!"

"Anyone's bothered by their branding name" One of the guys pointed out.

Mabel immediately quite him by shouting near his ears with a loudspeaker, "I forgot! All of them are fifteen percent off!"

"Ow! My ears!"

"Question, does this bowl still serve a function?" One of the women asked, picking up a sugar bowl.

"Absolutely! It serves as a magical bowl that can grant you any wishes beyond your imagination!"

"Including holding rice".

"Well yes, it could do that", Mabel said, "But since it's magical, it can do so much more".

"I see. I take two".

"And I'll have these spoons", A old man said, holding up several spoons that are glue together to form a crocodile with googly eyes, "They look funny".

"Great! That'll be four dollars each".

On the other side of the stand, Reg has created these strange looking, metallic objects. They seem to resemble creatures, but their function is quite unknown. All of them have different body structure and shapes, some are long, some are round and some are taller or shorter.

Some of the folks, particularly the children, were perplexed and curious about these things.

"Twenty coins each everyone", Dororo states, "Twenty coins each for…whatever these things are!"

One of the children picked one up, "What is this? Some kind of duck?"

"Yes! It's called.." Dororo tried to figure out a name for it right now, quickly coming up a name,"Uhhh a Zio! Yeah, it's like a duck, but…different".

"Looks weird".

"Well it's a Zio, what did you expect? Anyways, twenty coins each".

"Okay", Before the kid could give away some coins, he is immediately shoved aside by Torch, who was memorized by these.

"Blimey! These things look so cute!" Torch said, picking one up, "This one looks like a cute doggy".

"Uhhh yeah, twenty coins please".

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"These things are surprisingly well made", Dororo said, holding the object, "Durable, not too loose. I'm really impressed by Reg".

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Everyone starts throwing coins, as they desperately want to have these things in their home, much to Dororo delight.

"Hey Reg", She called out to him, holding a jar as coins were being thrown in them, "We're doing great! These suckers are giving it their all to us! Can you believe it?"

Unaware until now, she sees Reg being observed by several of the children, as some even examine his arm. All of them were extremely intrigued by Reg being a robot.

"Are you really a robot?" A boy asked Reg.

"Is this even real?" Another boy asked, looking at his arm.

"Can this thing shoot?" A short boy asked, tapping his metal arm.

Reg is uncomfortable in this situation, but not too bothersome or annoyed.

"Well ummm yes", Reg replied, "It does shoot. And yes, I actually am a robot".

"Cool!

"That's awesome".

"I wish I was a robot, instead of a mistake".

"I like it!"

"Question, what's that weird, round thing on your helmet?" A girl asked, pointing at it.

"Oh this", Reg replied, taking his helmet down and showing it to them, "This is just something that tells me how much incinerator charge I have left. It's not much, but-".

"Can I ride you!" A random girl pops onto his head, which almost startles him.

"What? No!"

"Hey! Back off! He needs a bit of space here" Dororo yelled, as all of the kids back away as she approaches him, "Reg, what's going on here?"

"Nothing", Reg replied, "I was just selling my things, until all of a sudden I'm getting a lot of attraction".

"Really?"

Reg nodded.

After Dororo think about this, it gave her an idea. Before she could implement this idea, she then told him, "I see. Okay then, I need you to go back into the attic and more of…whatever those things you created".

"Wha-what?"

"Just do what I say!"

"Uhh yes! I will do just that", Reg replied.

"Awww", All of the children moan, "We want more robot guy!"

"Wow, you really are stirring up a crowd", Dororo remarked to Reg, as he could only shrug and run off, "Okay guys, give him a second! If you want to ask him some question or really, bother him. You need to cough up some cash".

One of the girl proceeded to punch another girl and steal her cash, "I got some money!"

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"I never thought my appearance would attract this amount of attention", Reg thought, "I guess I didn't need to create those things, if that's how we get a huge sums of money".

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"I know exploitation is wrong, but this is a challenge", Dororo confess, "What? I haven't done anything shady for a while now. It's not like I'm proud of it".

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Back on the other side of the side, many of the items they sold are going as usual with Mabel being confident.

"Well Waddles, looks like we are starting a day off with a good start", Mabel said to him, who is seen biting one of Reg merch, "We are getting a good amount of customers. Although, it feels like it's not enough".

"Mabel!" Nikki ran up to her, "We are in some serious, bad news territory!"

"What is it?"

"Okay, you know I suggested we go with the whole wendigo idea and you said that's perfectly cool, as long as it's fabulous looking or whatever?"

"I think I remember saying that".

"Well bad news. There's no wendigo in those forests. I can't find any!"

"Darn! I was hoping this place might have some".

"The good news, I got these", Nikki said, holding up some wild bananas but painted pink, "Tada! I made this! I called it, pink sauce bananas! They are regular bananas, but pink!...and also glitter. Now we are totally going to get even more customers!"

"Great thinking, Nikki!" Mabel approves, "Say, where did you get these from?"

"I borrowed them from some lady".

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"Oh come on!" Nang Tani shouted, seeing the sight of an empty banana tree, "Who did this! Who stole all of my precious bananas off my tree!"

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"I'm not sure if my best buddy Mabel genuinely approves of these ideas I came up with or she's going along with it", Nikki said, "I know I don't hold a huge amount of doubts in my head. I know she's totally not the type, but sometimes I get that feeling, you know".

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Reg is passing through a crowd of people, making his way through the house until he stops.

He noticed next door is Blitzwing, sitting on the ground as tons of people are taking photos or videos of him.

"Blitzwing", Reg asked him, surprised to see him, "What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing", Blitzwing replied, "Just…trying to think of some ideas on what to sell…which isn't difficult".

"I see", Reg remarked.

"I would think harder", Blitzwing said, switching to his angry expression, which caused everyone to storm off, "If these scoundrels stop taking pics of me!"

"Uhhh yeah. Look, maybe you should use this to your advantage", Reg said, trying to calm him down.

"Advantage? How?!"

"I mean, I'm not much of an expert in giving much advice, but maybe you could sell yourself to gain profit. Like, everyone seem to like you because your a giant guy, right?"

Blitzwing then switch to his cold mode, "I suppose you could say that".

"Yeah, so why not just charge people to have a good look at you. Maybe you could do some tricks or something to attract more attention".

"Like this?!" Blitzwing crazy mode asked, transforming into a tank and shooting lasers at a nearby tree, which caused it to fall down on someone's stand.

That stand being Zulius,as he shouted, "Oh come on!"

"Uhhh maybe not to that extent, but something tame or simple", Reg said to him, as Blitzwing transformed back into his Cybertronian form.

"Hmmm", Blitzwing replied, in his cold mode, "I suppose you do have a point. I could try something interesting".

"That's good to hear".

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"Taking advice from a small flesh creature seems peculiar and weird to me", Blitzwing remarked, "Then again, he's more of a robot than an actual organic. Still, not a very bad advice. I haven't really done anything so I might as well take up his word for it".

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As Reg headed inside, Zartan was hiding behind the side of the house as he was watching.

"So it is not just the Cybertronian that are here", Zartan remarked, "There's something peculiar about this place. Perhaps I could use this to Cobra opportunity".

Zartan proceeded to turn invincible, as he headed out and ran straight into the house.

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Outside of the gate, three new guests arrive at the Yard Sale event.

Three of them are in the form of vehicles or transportation.

One is a motorcycle, another is a black race car and the third is a blue helicopter.

They stopped, transformed into their robot form and headed to the gate. This caught everyone's attention, including Don and Mxy as they were coming out of their trailer studio.

"Cy-kill, I still don't get it", The race car female robot asked the motorcycle robot, "Why would a Cybertronian be around here?"

"It said here on the flier, Crasher", Cy-kill said to her, "A Cybertronian is residing here. No matter the cost, we cannot avoid a chance that could likely get rid of the Guardians. Whether it is one of the Guardians' tricks or not, we must investigate this matter".

"I'm beginning to think you're losing some screws there, Cy-kill", The blue helicopter robot comments, chuckling to himself.

"Oh be quiet, Coptur! Or else that combusted engine of yours will be used as a dinner decoration", Cy-kill retorted back at him, as they entered through the gate.

"Uhhh sorry, Cy-kill".

Don and Mxy were seeing all this, as Don then asked him, baffling, "The Renegades? Seriously?"

"Don, I guarantee there is no limitation when it comes to bringing some random folks here, okay!'

As the host headed back inside, from the forest the Steam Children's made their preparation in causing some mischievous mayhem within the Yard Sale event.

"Alright guys, looks like we are going to get some special audience", Steam Chad said to them, "Yep, this is gonna be one heck of a day for us. I can feel my revenge coming soon".

"I feel like this is just a personal vendetta for you", Steam Rad said to him.

"I don't mind", Steam Gal added.

"Okay guys, you know the plan", Steam Chad explained to them, "We gonna go find this Reg boy and his loser friends, we gonna start breaking things to provoke him and we gonna have a rematch with him where I become the victor in this scenario. You guys got that?"

"Uh yeah, that's not much of a plan", Steam Rad said.

"Sounds like a good plan to me", Steam Gal commented, "I like it".

"Seriously, it's not".

"Well I'm the leader of the group so I say it is", Steam Chad told them, "Now come on guys. Let's give them our proper greetings".

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Back in the yard sale, the event is going as normally.

Po is trying to sell off some of his Furious Five action figures and merch, as he has….a lot.

"A rare, Tigress figurine variant", Po said to one of the older customers, "In complete mint condition with no scratch marks or dent in any of its areas. These are, after all, quite rare. I advise you to be very careful with it".

"Oh cool, that's great. Now let me have it".

"Whoa, hold now. You can't be too hasty with it. You gotta be a bit more gentle and caring when picking this cool variant up", Po said to him, "These things are valuable to the Kung Fu world".

"Yeah, I know. Now give it to me".

The customer try to take it as he grabbed it, but Po immediately tried to snatch it back, saying, "Of course, it needs a few touches beforehand. I just realized that".

"Screw off. It looks fine to me. I don't need small touches".

"But! But! It does! Because", Po replied, "It needs some…gloss! Yeah! It needs to look a bit more glossy looking. Gives off a true mint condition".

"Right", Customer said, sarcastically as he left, making Po sigh in relief.

"What was I thinking about selling you off?" Po said to his figure, putting it back in the box, "Should've obviously planned this whole thing out beforehand, am I right Furrball?"

Furrball is seen laying on the stand, bored out of his mind as he pretty much gave up on the challenge and has not much things to sell.

Cutting to the other stand which has a tree crashed down half of it, Zulius is selling several possessions he owns. Including blankets, clothes, a humidifier, nail polish, hats, a box containing a half eaten cake, several grease products and weapons".

"So does this thing work?" A female tourist asked, holding a grease product, "It looks old and ready to fall apart".

"Lady, trust me", Zulius said, "You really need this. I use it all the time when I need to keep my body fresh. It's high quality".

"How much does this half eaten cake cost?" A female customer asked.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! This is not for sale!" Zulius shouted, snatching it away from her and clinging to it, "It is not! It's my cake! My lunch!"

During all this, King Archer is having a hard time dealing with a customer complaint in his stand.

His stand displays all of his arsenals, each varied in quality.

"This gun here is cheaply made", A older man commented, "I can tell by the plastic".

"What plastic? This isn't a toy! This is a real Glock 43! It's the real, new model. I can guarantee that!"

"Yea well, new isn't a good term for cheapness!"

"You want me to test this thing out for you", King Archer asked, holding the gun, "Because I will!"

"Screw you! I'm not buying this".

"Fine! Screw you too! I got more customers coming here to buy my stuff!" King Archer said, as the customer left, "Good luck wasting your money away on other cheap materials!"

In actuality, King Archer hasn't have a single customer. Due to the prices being too much and also, Cambodian Gun Laws.

"Damn it!" King Archer exclaimed, "I thought for sure anyone would be interested in what I got. Guns are fun to have around, people! Get intrigue!"

"I'm intrigued", Bill said, looking at his collection, "These do look pretty beautiful".

"F*ck off! I'm referring to actual, local customers. Not…whatever you are".

Bill groaned in shame as he walked away.

"You do realize Cambodia has their own Gun Laws, right?" Lisa asked him, revealing both their stands are next to each other.

"Uhh yeah, I'm aware of that", King Archer told him, "I'm just selling empty barrels and cartridges with no bullets. That's technically within Gun Law rules".

"No it isn't".

"Shut up", King Archer replied, "And how's your business going? I can tell you guys have…"

Lisa and Octavia stand is filled with customers, as they buy out every stock they have, which consist of Lisa items.

"A minimum below thirty customers", King Archer pointed out, "No wait, twenty actually".

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"An eight year old girl is getting on my nerves", King Archer confessed, "I can't allow her to win. I just can't! God, my predicament isn't good! Well I mean, so far within the game. Damn, I need to take this thing a bit more seriously".

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At the Wonder Terror stand, business continues to be run as usual. More and more customers are passing by and buying some interesting items for a bit of a cheaper price.

"Right here is a special little guy", Nikki held up a shoe, drawn with an angry, expressive eyes with the front mouth being open to reveal tons of real teeths, "I called the Snarling Blood X. Beware his poisonous teeth".

"Are those actual teeths?" The customer asked her.

"Uhhh maybe", Nikki replied, then whispering to the customer, "These are actually python teeths. I legit stole it after I managed to wrestle it".

After giving it away and getting paid, Mabel checked on her to update about the progress.

"Looks like we are running a successful business here, Nikki", Mabel said, "It feels so energizing to know things aren't going badly".

"Right", Nikki replied, "Hey, was it a good idea to sell that weird missile thing?"

"I'm sure those are fine to sell", Mabel said, "As long as there's not going to be any complaint".

"Sweet!" Nikki look around and notice a crowd surrounding Reg, "Hey Mabel, looks like we got some attraction on the other side".

Reg is seen using his grappling arm to eject and smash glass bottles in front of him that are set up on the table.

The kids crowd began to cheer for him as everyone begin to throw coins at him which he isn't bother by it.

"Okay guys, keep it within our policy", Dororo said to everyone, holding Reg helmet and using it for coins to be dropped in, "Coins here if everyone want to dare Reg to something spectacular! As long as it appropriate".

"Hey Dororo, how long are we suppose to do this?" Reg asked her.

"Just as long as we manage to bring in more profit, which Mxy never really specific how much".

"I see", Reg then asked, "You think they like what I've created? I feel like nobody talk about them that much".

"Of course! Nobody is weirded out by it, well a couple of them were. Some can be quite obsessive".

Cuts to Torch carrying both his arms with loads of Reg odd statues.

All the while Machete chastise him, "You bloody moron. Zartan is going to be mad if he found out you wasted his bucks on these crummy things".

"Hey back off! Zartan!" Torch said, "It's my money! I can do whatever I want with it!"

"Well that's good to hear", Reg said to Dororo, who seem proud of herself, "I guess everything is working out".

"Excuse me! I am Hector Remirez", Hector enter the scene, bothering him with his microphone as well as a camera crew coming along, "Host of the Twenty Question show. I want to ask, how does it feel to be exploited by the awful former host of the Ridonculous Race, Don"

"What?"

"Hey! Back off!" Dororo called out, shoving Reg behind her.

"Little girl, please do not interrupt", Hector told her, "This is a huge matter that I must document".

"Yeah, well document somewhere else! Because I'm trying to help out Reg here".

"Oh, so that is his name", Hector said, "Well, pardon for my intrusion. As you must know, I was granted full responsibility in ensuring every moment is caught on camera and questions must be ask. Now could you please step aside?"

"Screw you!"

"Uhhh Dororo", Reg said, worried for her safety.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Mabel asked them, both her and Nikki being confuse.

"These guys are bothering us!" Dororo told her, "And I'm trying to get them out of here".

"Children, be respectful to your adults", Hector said, "I have full rights to film everything such as the case here. Now can we resume our coverage?"

"Dororo, calm down", Mabel confront Dororo, "I know these guys can get a bit irritating, but you gotta relaxed. They just here for an interview, that's all".

"Exactly!" Hector said, cutting in, "Now then, question. Do you two consider yourself as well meaning contestant or child servants?"

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"I have no idea what a news anchor, news reporter or whatever those guys are", Dororo said, "Based off my first experience, I already hate them".

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At the other stands, Lisa and Octavia business are doing well on their own.

The continued success begins to drive King Archer into insanity as he struggles on his own.

"Come on! There's fully loaded ammo in this rifle!" Archer shouted at three of the kids, "How dumb are you kids, anyways?!"

The one kid simply shrugged as they both walked away.

"Hey! Don't go! I can still give you guys three guns, which come with grenades! Be excited!"

King Archer then notices one if not half of his guns are missing, "What the?! Did those guys literally distracted me so they could steal my-?! F*ck!"

As King Archer moan in irritation, Octavia mutter, "Thank f*cking god he's suffering. A**".

"Don't get too satisfied about it", Lisa told her, "We still have more stuff to sell so let's keep it up".

Octavia nodded.

Passing by their stands, Cy-kill, Coptur, and Crasher are walking through while ignoring a crowd of people glancing at them and taking videos or photos at them.

"These humans are annoying me", Crasher told Cy-kill, "I'm tempted to use my foot to step on them".

"Patient Crasher", Cy-kill replied, "Be fortunate we allow to peacefully roam in this universe Earth than ours".

"You think some of the folks here sell extra main rotors?" Coptur asked.

"Coptur, we are not here to buy some stuff", Cy-kill told him, "Although now you mention it, I really need some new wheels".

"Cy-kill! There he is!" Crasher pointed.

Blitzwing in his crazy mode is consuming tons of trees he manage to ripped off from the ground and showing it off to a crowd of people as they are giving their money away.

"Ah! So that's the Cybertronian", Cy-kill said, as they approached him.

"Tada! A toothpick!" Blitzwing said, getting claps from the crowd as he held it up, "In robot size no less! Hahahahahaha!"

"ThatrobotguyjustconsumethattreethinginasecondItellyou", Boomhauer comments to Hank, as both men are taking a sip of their beer.

"You know, part of me thinks this guy is powered by propane", Hank replied, "It would be a neat idea to think of".

"Out of the way you humans!" Cy-kill shouted, as the crowd dispersed, including Boomhauer and Hank Hill.

Blitzwing took notice of them, switching to his cold mode, "Umm excuse me. You're scaring my customers".

"Ah, if it isn't Blitzwing", Cy-kill said, "Second in command of the Decepticon".

"Second in command? Forgive me, but I think you mistaken someone else with that title".

"Really? Er I mean, nevermind. I heard you are no longer a Decepticon".

"Hmm yes, you are correct", Blitzwing then asked, "And you are?"

"We are the Renegades", Cy-kill explained, "I'm Cy-kill, leader of the pack. I'm sure you Cybertronians have somewhat heart of our exploits".

"Hmmm, think I do".

"I'll cut to the chase", Cy-kill said, placing his claw hand on his shoulder, "You see I'm interested in offering you a chance to join our cause".

"Apologize, but I'm no longer interested in joining any factions. Take in the fact I fought in a war much longer than yours".

"Yes, but here's the thing. You don't have to feel outcasted. Feel like a tool. You'll be..uhhh, like you have some power within our ranks. Look at Crashe she takes so much enjoyment from the fact she's Renegades, instead of some lonely loser".

"That's right!" Crasher said.

"Tempted, but I must decline", Blitzwing told him, shrugging his claw hand off, "I rather compete on this reality show to get my mind off than participate in another senseless conflict".

"Hmm perhaps I must switch to other more drastic convincing", Cy-kill mutter then proceeding with another proposel, "How about this, Blitzwing. What if we helped you out".

"Help me?"

"Yes. Help you out in your ordeal".

"Why are you interested in helping me?"

"Nothing too complicated", Cy-kill said, "We feel bad for your current circumstance. A pity you have no one with you after your departure from your own faction".

"You realize I'm aware of your agenda, correct?"

"Good observation", Cy-kill said, "I'll cut the act and say this. If we assist you through this challenge, then perhaps you can offer us any details or info that could benefit our faction. Like say, hidden Decepticon base with plenty of materials and supplies. What do you say?"

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind", Blitzwing said, "After all, I could care less about my loyalty".

"Excellent. We'll be there when you need us. Hidden of course".

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Elsewhere at Idree stand, the stuff made from the trash and left overs were turn into something special.

Food cans turn to small, city architecture. Old blankets turn to look more artsy with colors patterns on them.

All of which are sold with an average price. While not hugely impactful, it was a moderate success.

"Here you go sir", Ruby hand the model to a customer, "A city random city model you own with the addition of a name tag to go with it".

"Schaolf city", The customer read off his tag.

"Yeah, I ran out of idea's what to call them. Have fun with them", She said, then turning her attention to Idree who look bored out of his mind, "Look Idree, you selling has been doing good. Not above good, but you know. Good enough".

"Wow, that's amazing to hear", Idree sarcastically said, "Tell me more if my life is going to skyrocket from me selling those garbage".

"Come on, Idree", Ruby told him, "Cheer up. Sure, they may not look impressive, but they pretty neat and well valuable".

"Whatever", Idree said, "Guess my day turn from horrible to less horrible".

"Do you need a drink to cheer you up?" Ruby asked him.

Idree simply shrugged.

"Don't worry. I'll go and get us some soda's. I'll be right back", Ruby said, as she run off.

While Idree sigh to himself, Tomie came by sitting on his stand, "Hey Idree".

Mildly surprise, "What the? Tomie? What do you want?"

"Oh nothing", Tomie said, "Just wanna to check on ya and how your yard sale been doing".

"Doing fine. Screw off".

"You know I'm noticing you doing pretty well for youtself with that thing".

"You mean Ruby? Yeah no, I could care less what she's doing for me. I could care less about everything if that Imp hadn't came to existence".

"Well in that case", Tomie getting real close to Idree, making him uncomfortable, "You don't mind if I hang around. I can make your day even better".

"What? No!"

"Come on. You say you don't care".

"Yeah, well!" Idree said, nervously and remaining completely silent.

Ruby came by just in time holding two soda cans. She notices Tomie, "Oh hey Tomie. What are you doing here?"

"Hey Ruby", Tomie said, "Just want to check on Idree on how he's doing. Thought I would help out, but alas it seems he already got himself handle".

"Uh huh", Ruby responded, raising an eyebrow, "I see".

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"You know", Ruby said, "I never really gave my thoughts on Tomie. I guess we hadn't interacted a whole lot to get to know each other. She seems…oddly playful, especially around guys like Idree".

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"So this whole competing thing wasn't part of your consent, correct?" Hector asked Dororo, who didn't look amuse as she crossed arm herself.

"Yes".

"And is it true that this purple Imp kidnapped you and force you to perform unbearable acts for the amusement of the audience".

"Uhhh…"

"What about your parents? How would they feel about this?"

"Okay, you making this more uncomfortable", Dororo told him, "Now can you please leave!"

"Not until I finish covering this entire yard sale from start to end".

Dororo groan.

"Hey Dororo, how's everything been going?" Mabel asked, checking on her.

"Terrible".

"Umm I meant business wise".

"Oh, it's going fine", Dororo replied, "Reg is still doing a few tricks".

Reg is using his right arm as a swing for three children to hang onto and play around, which every other children want to take turn for.

"How about you and Nikki?" Dororo asked her.

"Doing fine", Mabel replied, "Lately we been lacking some ideas, but I think we getting back on track here".

Right on cue, Nikki is seen pushing the house main fridge onto the stand and slapping a price sticker on it.

"Yep! Everything is going okay. I just hope something real good is going to happen".

"Real good?"

"Yeah, it's like the opposite of saying, real bad. As if, there isn't going to be anything bad happening".

And right on cue again, everyone pauses as they heard gunshots being fired. They all turned and saw them.

The Steam Children's holding stolen guns from King Archer stand.

"Oh no, it them", Dororo said.

"Who?" Mabel asked.

"Those three creeps me and Reg encounter".

"Well, well, well", Steam Chad said, "If it isn't-"

A drone fell onto Steam Gal as a result of their shooting. This was an unexpected surprise by both the brothers and everyone else, but Steam Chad continued, "Uhhh anyways! If it isn't our new favorite, unexpected, escape victims!"

"Ummm who are they?" Hector asked, confusingly.

Suddenly, he is immediately punched in the guts by Steam Rad as he quickled uses the cranes on his wrist to do so.

This shocked and startled the surrounding folks. All of the kids either ran away or hide behind Reg.

"Keep filming! Keep filming!" Hector groan on the ground, clenching his stomach and gesturing his camera crew, "I just need some time on the dirt floor".

"Now then, what do we have here?" Steam Chad asked them, approaching the two girls. Specifically toward Dororo who wasn't afraid of him, "I didn't know you were this poor enough you have to live in the scrap part of a festival".

"I don't think that's a good insult", Steam Gal pointed out, rubbing her head.

"Shut up!"

"What do you guys want?" Dororo asked.

"Yeah, what do you guys want from us?" Mabel demanded, "With your cranes and oddly matched outfit resembling that kid I met from the key search challenge. By the way, you guys related to that Steam Lad fellow?"

"Oh, you know our stupid brother?" Steam Chad replied, "Good to hear. Makes me more willing to pull your hair off so I can use it for dynamite stands!"

"Hey, back off mister", Nikki cuts in and confronts Chad, "No one touches Mabel's hair but me!"

"Wait, what?" Mabel asked.

"Don't question it".

"Ha! What are you going to do? Pee on me?"

"For a matter of fact, I would after I tear you apart limbs from limbs".

"Ooooh I'm so scared!" Steam Chad mockingly said with a gesture, then immediately dropping it and ordering his two siblings, "Guys, start crashing the place".

Steam Gal and Steam Rad nodded as they go forward their objective.

Steam Rad twists one of his cranes on his wrist and punches the fridge, sending it crashing through the public area and other stands, which they manage to dodge ( Not so much on the stand side ).

Much to Mabel, Dororo, Reg and Nikki, including Waddles, shock.

Steam Gal brings out a spray paint, twisted the cranes on her leg pads and starts graffiti the stands and its products with such speed. However, it's revealed she was using a cheese cheddar spray, to which she shrugged and start spraying cheese in her mouth.

Steam Chad made his move as he was going to strike all of Reg handmade products he made. As he lifted his hand in the air with a mischievous grin, Dororo stopped him by grabbing his arm, "No! You're not destroying it!"

"Screw off!" Steam Chad said, nudging her off his arm on the ground, as Reg

"Dororo!" Reg exclaim. Without hesitation, he quickly pushes Steam Chad to the ground. Afterwards, he check on Dororo, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine", Dororo assures him, being helped up.

"Finally! Looks like we getting somewhere here!" Steam Chad said, twisting the cranes on his chest.

"What's your problem?" Reg demanded a defense position and shielding Dororo.

"My problem? Funny you say that", Steam Chad said, still smirking, "If I recall you guys humiliate us in the forest!"

"Oh…yeah, that happened".

"Now we're back to settle the score! Only this time I'm going all out here. Last time we met you barely scratched the surface on what I'm capable of! So now I'm gonna show you just how much of a threat I can be!"

Steam Chad finished twisting the crane, which boosted his strength as he launch himself toward Reg, readying a fist.

Before he could make his strike he is immediately struck down by an unexpected fist which send him flying backward to his siblings.

Two of his siblings were left in astonishment.

Not just astonishment, but shock as everyone saw who it is that struck him.

Steam Lad who had uses his fist, which is emitted from the smoke coming out of it.

"It's Steam Lad!" Mabel gasps, pointing at him in excitement.

"Steam who?" Nikki asked, confusingly.

"You know! The guy in the forest I was talking about".

"Oh, I get it now", Nikki said, "I actually thought you were referring to a wet dream you had".

"Oh my god! It's the mysterious boy from the forest!" One random, shocked boy pointed out. The others were in shock, but he proceeded to start bowing down.

"Uhhhh Chad, our brother is here", Steam Gal asked him, who was still on the ground, "What are we going to do next?"

"Uhhh…." Steam Chad groan.

"You better take Chad back to our mother", Steam Lad told them, "Now or I'll make sure I bring it to him myself".

"No! No!" Cool!" Steam Rad assures him, as he quickled carries Chad on his back as the both of them run off.

Everyone cheered after seeing it unfold as it left Dororo, Reg and Nikki pretty confused at the moment.

"Ok, I know some weird stuff could happen at anytime", Dororo pointed out, "But I did not expect this to happen".

"Guys! You see this! He's here!" Mabel told them, "The guy from the forest, remember!"

"So he's actually real then", Reg said, "Guess it wasn't a fabrication, which means…."

"Which means that creepy lady in the forest is real", Dororo said, hauntingly.

"Welp! I'm going to talk to him!"

Mabel quickly ran up to him, "Hey! Uhhh…thanks for helping us get rid of those guys".

"Huh? Who said that?"

"Me! Mabel Pines!"

Steam Lad stared at her, confusingly.

"The girl you met in the forest".

Steam Lad still stared at her, still confused and in silence.

"The one with the pig".

"Oh, it's you", Steam Lad said, "Huh, that's quite a coincidence. Didn't expect to be here in this area".

"Yeah, what a total coincidence am I right?"

"Uh huh", Steam Lad turn around and was about to leave, but Mabel try to stop him.

"Wait! Uhhh, where-where are you going?"

"Ummm back to the forest".

"Wha-I….uhhh, couldn't you stay here for a moment?" Mabel asked, awkwardly, "We got loads of cool stuff we are selling. Some of them could interest you?"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff…..you know, stuff that are eye catching, heheheh…heh…"

There was a moment of awkward silence between them, until Steam Lad broke it up by saying, "Right. I'm not really in the mood for it so bye".

He ran toward a nearby open area for him to jump onto a branch until eventually he disappeared in the forest.

This left Mabel at awe by him and made her more curious to know more, "This guy is amazing".

All the while three of her friends stood there confused, as their stands remained ruined from the result of the Steam Siblings wrath.

"Hey uhhh, anyone is bothered by our tent getting caught on fire?" Reg pointed out.

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A few seconds later after everything has been cleansed up for the day and every guest leaves, everyone is presented as the jars filled with cash are laid out for Mxy to count.

As he was counting, Mabel was trying to stir up an interesting discussion around the special event that happened today.

"You guys aren't gonna believe what happened!" Mabel said, "Like, totally not gonna believe it".

"If it's the giant, three talking robots then yes, we are aware", John Redcorn said, "Also, I really need some sleep right about now after how long I had to sit through Dale interview".

"What? No! I'm referring to the fact that me and my friends met Steam Lad! The guy in the forest we mentioned days ago".

"Oh yeah, him? He actually came by?" Ruby asked her.

"Yep. It's a long story".

"Yep. All you guys need to know is we had a bit of a wild day", Nikki said.

"I see", Ruby said, then turning to Idree, "Well Idree, we may not have stack up some cashes, but at least you were doing pretty good back there so…uhhh, good job".

Idree simply scoff.

"Okay, after doing the math in my head", Mxy said, "I hereby proclaim…..Blitzwing as the winner!"

"What?!" Everyone shouted.

Dororo: "Come on!"

Archer: "Are you serious?!"

Zulius: "He didn't even sell anything!"

John Redcorn: "I call that foul".

"Sorry guys", Mxy explained, floating near Blitzwing, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he snapped a trophy into existence for him, "Based on the statistics, he technically won today's challenge".

"So we sold a bit of our personal belongings for nothing then", Lisa asked.

"Look on the bright side, there's no elimination so that means you guys are still here!" Mxy said, popping from being near Blitzwing to Don, "That gotta count for something".

Everyone groans from the lack of reward given. Not to mention, the entire day as a whole was completely stressful from how much they got handled with some of the folks here.

"Well giant robot guy", Mabel said to him, "Congrats on your first win. Bet that trophy must be real nice to ke-"

"I don't need it", Blitzwing said, dropping it onto Red Skull's foot.

He screamed in German rambling, once Blitzwing left to head back into the hangar.

"Well this sucks", Octavia said to Lisa, sighing to herself "At least it's over now".

"Yeah", Lisa replied, "But thanks for helping me back there. I know I said that loads of time, but-"

"Appreciative? It's fine. At least it is satisfying knowing our favorite, Man of the House hasn't coughed up any cash".

"Hey! At least I still have all of my arsonals", King Archer told them, as everyone returned home while Red Skull struggled to get his foot out of the trophy, "You have nothing, so ha!"

As King Archer leaves whistling to himself, Lisa wonders and asks Octavia, "Seriously, I'm still surprised he hasn't been kicked out from his agency".

"Well from what I heard, he's a mommy boy".

"And that wraps up today's episode!" Don said to the camera, "There may be no losses, but will this be continued through the progression of this series?! Found out on the next episode of-!"

"Don, what are you doing?" Mxy asked him.

"Doing the cap off".

"Wait, what?"

"You know. When reality shows are coming to a close, there's usually a host capping things off".

"Oh yeah", Mxy said, "Huh, now you mention it. I don't think we ever did that from the start".

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Back in the lair of Cherieng, the Steam Kids returned as they were exhausted, tired and disappointed with what happened for today.

Steam Chad was furious.

"Stupid! Idiot! mother f*cking! Small shrimp! Fried….", Steam Chad trying to come up with every curse in his head, but completely gives up, "Dang it! I hate those guys! I especially hate our brother".

"Well what did you expect?" Steam Rad asked, to which Steam Gal nodded, "He always shows up when there's trouble. Well, usually it involves us, but you know him".

"I need to show them who they are messing with. We'll get them! We'll find a way!"

"Oh calm down, my precious children's", The voice of Cherieng startle the three of them that they stopped in their tracks within the tunnel.

She appears standing before them in shadows, while holding the GOM statue and cresting it, "You'll have your comeback soon, children. Very soon".

"Mom! Uhhh you look…" Steam Gal said, nervously, "Good as ever".

"What were you three doing over there?" She asked them, "Do you three remember I specifically told you not to interact with them until I say so?"

"Well…" Steam Chad said, "Temptation grew and I feel like I deserve some payback for what they did to me! I mean! You".

"Yeah, uhhh…we can't help ourselves", Steam Rad added.

"Yep. If it wasn't for our brother coming in and ruining everything we would've avenged your defeat", Steam Gal said.

"Exactly", Steam Chad finished.

Cherieng remained in silence as the three of them nervously waited until she finally responded, "I see. Do carry on with your usual activity".

"So we're off the hook then?" Steam Gal asked, then getting hit in the head by Steam Chad, "Ow!"

"Right now. Me and GOM are currently busy at the moment".

"Busy on what?"

"That is something I'll discuss with you three later", Cherieng then turned around and returned back to where she came, "Right now, your mom needs some rest".

After she left, this left the three of them in good relief.

"Well, that was easy", Steam Gal told them, "I know she rarely, if not never punish us for doing what we do best, but I sometimes fear what she might do you know".

"I'm more glad she didn't yell", Steam Rad said.

"And I would be more glad if you guys will just shut up!" Steam Chad shouted at them.

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That's that. Lots of things have been set up in this chapter. Lots of things.

Not a very good way to end things off, but whatever. Too tired to cover all other stuff.

So yeah, this is another tamer challenge but with some important stuff in them.

Ruby is now helping Idree out, which may cause friction within Red Skull plans. Tomie is…Tomie. Blitzwing has a secret friend, which no doubt would lead to something. Steam Lad finally make his presence know in broad day light, which got Mabel hugely interested in him. King Archer is finally struggling at the moment so that's pleasing to see. And yea, other stuff happens. There's not much to comment here, but to just simply keep reading and that's it.

Now you might be wondering what's the deal with the Gobots, Renegades and Zartan, and well ...those aspects will be important for later.

Next chapter is a boat race, based off Cambodia Festival Activity revolving around using dragon boats to race the high seas! Or low seas in this case. The cast will be building and sailing, all the while avoiding several obstacles that will be in their way. Who will win? Don't know! But you gotta wait and see!

Anyways, that's all I have to say for now. Give it a review and keep reading!