Dinosaur King: Prehistoric Peril Chapter 35: Make it Bun Dem, a dinosaur king fanfic

(Just to clear things up, Goma ISN'T dead… I thought I made this very clear in the last scene in the last chapter when he literally left Hell… guess I wasn't clear enough for some people.

Also that idiot who kept rambling about diabetics? Yeah, he got his dumbass friend Luna to join in and now they're getting all pissed because they're mad cuz they're wrong. For the last time, diabetics can't eat everything. That's the point of diabetics. My grandma takes insulin and she can't eat everything. So instead of insulting my family, calling my mother a moron, just accept the fact you two dumbasses are wrong and will always be wrong.

Now shut the fuck up already. Holy shit.

Also I have nothing against Foolscap x Sheer, I'm just not putting it in my story.)

The school bell could be heard ringing in the distance as Sanjo City High School continued with its normal day, and it was only 10 A.M.. Inside Michelle's class, she was currently teaching her students about the history of World War 1 via Powerpoint and while some of the students were actually paying attention, some were busy doodling in their notebook. And by some, I mean Max, evident when it was shown Max drawing a ninja with a samurai sword fighting another ninja.

"World War 1 was stated to be the war to end all wars… look how that turned out. We got an even worse war afterwards." Michelle teaches the class before changing the Powerpoint slide. "Now, what exactly started World War 1? On June 28, 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria was assassinated by who we believe to be a Serbian assassin. Exactly a month later on the 28th of July, World War 1 began." She then pointed to the powerpoint slide with a meter stick. "Here is a picture of the REAL Archduke Ferdinand on his route where you can actually see some Serbian assassins hiding amongst the crowd." A student suddenly raised their hand in the air. "Yes, Gay Joey?"

"How come Francis is in the photo?" Gay Joey questions.

"What?" Francis asks from the back of the class.

Michelle turned to the screen to see that Francis was INDEED in the actual photo, shown amongst the crowd where it looked like he was trying to warn the Archduke. For some reason, he also had the same scar underneath his eye as the last time.

"Huh. That's very odd… Francis, did you photoshop yourself in another historic event again?" Michelle skeptically asks the teen.

"I don't even know HOW to use Photoshop!" Francis defended himself.

"Hmm…" Michelle skeptically hums, as if she didn't believe him… before shrugging it off. "Eh. Could be your ancestor or something."

"I wish I was in a history book." Max grumbles in jealousy, causing Zoe - whom was sitting next to him - to roll her eyes.

Francis' phone suddenly began to ring, rudely interrupting the class as everyone turned their heads towards him, with Michelle giving him an annoyed look while tapping her foot. "Francis, I thought I said no phones in class." she tells the teen.

"I couldn't sworn it was off." Francis replies while grabbing his phone from his bag to see that Dr. Z was calling him. "Uh oh. Uuuuuuh, Ms. Michelle, I actually gotta take this call. It could be important."

"Fine. Take it outside." Michelle allows.

Francis quickly got up from his seat and just as quickly exited the classroom where he answered the phone. "What is it, Dr. Z? This better be important because I'm in the middle of class." he tells the doctor in an aggravated tone.

"Good to hear from you too, Frankie." Dr. Z sarcastically replies. "It's time we head to Las Vegas and find Nick Roscoe. Dan that moron is getting too antsy about waiting around so the sooner we find Roscoe, the sooner we can learn more about the Grand Master. So get your ass here to the Backland ASAP. Thing are about to go down. Shut up, Danny, for the last time!" Dr. Z yells at Dr. Ancient in the background before hanging up.

Francis raised an eyebrow at his phone before putting it back in his pocket, reentering the classroom subsequently. "Uuuuuuh, Ms. Michelle. can I leave school? A, uh, family emergency came up."

"Oh for God sakes, Francis." Michelle groans in annoyance. "Do you know how many times students have used that excuse to get out of class? If you're gonna skip school, at least have the audacity and respect to tell me the truth."

Francis just gave her a deadpan look in response. "A crazy doctor with a dinosaur head is telling me I have to go to Vegas to interrogate a drug dealer." he bluntly replies.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Michelle rhetorically asks the teen. "Have fun in Vegas, Francis! Be sure to not gamble too much! And remember the saying: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"

Francis said nothing as he was in disbelief that his teacher was straight up encouraging him to skip school for an absurd reason no one else would get. Without even arguing back, Francis grabbed his bag and exited the classroom, leaving the history lesson behind.

"Uuuuh, I have to go with him as well, Ms. Michelle." Max lies as he raises his hand in the air.

"Shut up, Max. Just take your damn notes and quit doodling." Michelle rudely tells him with a glare.

Max shrugged it off in response. "Eh. It was worth a shot." he says nonchalantly.

*Seven Nation Army Glitch Mob Remix plays…*

I'm gonna fight 'em off

MAX TAYLOR

*Max is shown riding on a horse*

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back

REX OWEN

*Rex looks up into the sky as a huge shadow passes over his face*

They're gonna rip it off

ZOE DRAKE

*Zoe drives around the city recklessly as she puts the pedal to the metal*

Takin' their time right behind my back

URSULA, ZANDER, ED, DR. Z

*The gang stand tall and proud as their logo appears behind them with Dr. Z cackling evilly in front of them*

And the message comin' from my eyes says, "Leave it alone"

FRANCIS

*Francis walks out of a field of smoke wearing a gas mask*

*beat drop; epic part*

*Terry roars viciously at an opponent; Spiny slams his tail against a pillar, completely obliterating it; Chomp rams through several vehicles with his horns*

Yeah!

*Paris fires out Emerald Garden; Tank smashes through a wall and roars; Ace steps on a muddy puddle and roars into the air*

*the D-Team and the Alpha Gang are standing on a mountain side cliff with their chibi dinos standing either on their shoulder or beside them. Zoe is holding Paris in her hands, Ace is standing next to Rex's legs, the Alpha dinosaurs are standing next to each other as their owners stand over them, and Francis is shown kneeling down as a chibi Pachycephalosaurus stands idly next to him; Max, with a scowl on his face, aims his DinoShot as his hair flows through the wind as Chomp sits on his head.*

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back!

Dinosaur King: Prehistoric Peril

Yeah!

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

For a city in the middle of the desert, Las Vegas was always full of life. Not as full as New York and not as crazy as Los Angeles, and DEFINITELY not as deranged as Miami, but it was still a lively city. Down below, the residents of the city could be seen doing their everyday routines, like going to their work, eating at a restaurant, gambling at a casino, or hanging out at a gas station smoking dope with strangers.

"The metrosexual thing? I started that." a random guy states as he smokes a cigarette.

"Oh, sure. Totally." the guy next to him replies in an unconvinced manner.

Up above in the air, the Alpha Jet flew overhead, currently holding none other than the Alpha Gang themselves. Even Dr. Z had joined along for the ride, albeit being forced by Helga. "I hate how this is the third time we're going to Vegas and not once are we hitting the casinos other than robbing one." Ursula complains in her seat as Ed and Zander flew the aircraft.

"You guys robbed a casino?" Francis asks from his seat, watching a video of a cat playing a piano on his phone.

"Yeah, but all our money got taken by those D-Team brats."

"I find it weird how although we're allies with them, we still call the D-Team brats." Zander pipes up from his seat. "I mean, I know we were sort of allies with them during the whole Space Pirates, Cosmos Stone time travel thing but now we're full fledged allies with them. Just feel weird how we're still using insults like 'brat' or 'twerp' to refer to them. You know?"

"No, I DON'T know! Now shut up and keep flying this thing." Dr. Z rudely yells at Zander as he throws a book titled TALKING FOR IDIOTS at the tall man.

"Do we even know where this Nick guy is anyway?" Francis asks from his seat. "You know how large Vegas is? It's freakin' large, dude. How are we gonna find one guy in a city in the middle of the desert?"

"Don't you remember, Frankie?" the mad doctor asks the teen. "Danny boy gave us Nick's rap sheet. It has all his information on there so it'll be easy to track him down. We're just lucky Nick is a big enough idiot to get himself a record.

"Rap sheet? You mean he's a rapper?" Ed questions aloud.

"No, you impudent idiot! It just means he has a criminal record!"

"Ooooooh, so like me!"

"What? No. You don't have a criminal record, Ed." Ursula reminds the fat man.

"That you know of." Ed retorts back with a sly smile.

"Ed, you've never been arrested before- You've never even gotten a parking ticket! You're the cleanest out of all of us!" Zander exclaims.

"Wait, so who's the dirtiest?" Ursula wonders aloud.

Francis raised his hand subsequently. "Yeah, that'll be me." he answers. "Cuz, you know, I'm always running around town stealing and killing for this maniac over here."

"Thanks for the compliment." Bartholomew replies with a creepy toothy smile.

"I keep forgetting that head of yours is sentient!" Francis exclaims in shock and disgust.

"What's Nick's address again?" Zander asks no one in particular.

Ursula pressed a button on her control panel, quickly bringing up a digital file on Nick Roscoe, complete with his mugshot and criminal information. "Says here he lives at 1051 G Street." she answers.

"G Street? That's so stupid. Who names a street after a letter? Elmo?" Francis questions in an annoyed tone.

"Apparently there are a lot of letter streets." Ed begins expositioning. "All the way from A to N to honor historic Black people. I heard that the neighborhood with the letter streets are called the Alphabets and it's apparently the ghetto side of Vegas full of drug dealers, gangsters, hookers and other criminals."

"Oh, perfect. We'll fit right in." Ursula sarcastically replies.

"Yeah, especially we're called the Alpha Gang. We practically belong there!" Zander boasts.

"Not to burst your bubble, Zander, but the gangs down there are LITERAL gangs." Ed tells the tall man as he reads off the monitor in front of him. "Gangs like the Snakebacks, G Street Vandals and the D Street Killers. According to this article, the D Street Killers and the Snakebacks are hated rivals like the Bloods and Crips. It's like the wild west down there. One of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Las Vegas."

"Well, let's be thankful we have some reptilian muscle to scare away all those losers down there. Nyahahahahahahaha!" Dr. Z maniacally laughs.

"According to the map, we're right over G Street." Ed announces.

"Land this puppy! Ooh, do I get to eat the puppy? No, you cannot!" the mad doctor argues with his second half.

Zander and Ed effortlessly landed the Alpha Jet in an empty lot in the low income neighborhood. The five gang members exited the aircraft where they all stretched their legs or took in the sights of their surroundings. "Aaaaaaaah, smell that air." Dr. Z took a deep breath through his nose. "Polluted, gas filled air. Carbon monoxide. My favorite."

"You can't even smell carbon monoxide." Ursula says in the background.

"This seems like a nice neighborhood." Ed optimistically states as he takes in the sights. Around the group were nothing but empty lots and low income houses with waist high wired fences while the sounds of dogs barking and police sirens were heard in the distance, along with a couple of gunshots. "Really gives off an urban aura. You know what I need?"

"No. No, I don't know what you mean." Ursula dryly replies.

"We haven't even been here for a minute and already this place makes me feel uncomfortable. And I hang out with gangsters and meet assholes everyday." Francis states as he checks his surroundings, a habit of his he recently acquired.

"Alright," Dr. Z begins. "let's get this search over with and find this Roscoe guy. I'm already getting sick of this place."

"But you were just complimenting it not even a minute ago." Ursula argues.

"Yeah? Your point?"

"According to my Alpha GPS app, 1051 G Street is just right down this street." Zander explains, pointing down said street.

The group started to walk down the sidewalk towards their destination subsequently. "You think G stands for Gang?" Ursula questions aloud.

"I think it means 'get your big butt moving if you know what's good for ya.'" Dr. Z sarcastically and rudely replies.

"Nooo, that's too long." Francis states, not getting the sarcasm.

After walking down the street for a few minutes, they eventually arrived at the current address, where it was shown to be an old small single story house with shoddy fencing and a security door and barred windows.

"Here it is. 1051 G Street." Ed announces.

Zander knocked on the security door and waited for someone to answer. "Seeing how this is a bad neighborhood, I'm thinking we're probably gonna find some trouble. Or worse, it finds us." Francis states.

"Don't worry, Frankie." Ed replies, trying to remain optimistic. "Some high school drop out losers in a gang are no match for us. If things do go bad, we'll just summon our dinos and they'll clear the way for us. Easy as pie."

"Yeah, why do I get the feeling it won't be that easy?"

"You've been doing too many jobs for the Yakuza and Dr. Z. You need to get out of this." Ursula tells the teen.

"Yeah, no offense but I'm the only one making money in my family." Francis replies. "I'm the only one providing a roof over our heads. I can't really see working at Burger Shack as a job to keep my family afloat. Besides, no one who works at Burger Shack wants to work at Burger Shack. I'd rather die."

Zander knocked on the security door again seeing how no one answered a few seconds ago. This time however, someone did answer, but it wasn't who they were expecting. Instead of Nick Roscoe, a fat black woman with hair rollers opened and answered the door.

"The fuck you want?" she rudely asks her visitors.

Needless to say, the Alpha Gang were surprised by the owner not being who they wanted. "Nick Roscoe?" Ursula asks in a confused tone.

"Nah, that's the other owner. He don't live here anymore." the black lady replies.

"Well, do you know where he does live?"

"How the fuck should I know, white girl? I got three kids to take care of. Now if you ain't here to babysit then go away." With that, the lady slammed the door shut on the Alpha Gang.

"She was nice." Ed says aloud, whether he was being sarcastic or not was unknown.

"I should burn her house to the ground for talking to me like that!" Dr. Z yells at the door.

"Or, and bear with me, we don't do that and instead continue with our mission of finding Nick Roscoe." Francis suggests, trying to avoid conflict.

"Well how can we? He doesn't live in this address anymore? How are we supposed to find one guy in a city in the middle of the desert?" Ursula asks in a frustrated tone.

Zander pulled up Nick's criminal record on his phone and glanced through it. "It says here he's a known associate of the D Street Killers and the G Street Vandals. We can ask anyone who's in those gangs." the tall man suggests.

"Oh yeah, let's do that. Let's just ask random gangsters where a guy they may or may not know is at and see how that works out." Dr. Z sarcastically replies, annoyed with the suggestion. "Think, you idiot! Any gangbanger we ask won't tell us anything! They'll think we're police or the FBI! They'll sooner shut their mouth than give the location of one of their associates!"

"What other choice do we have though?" the tall man asks.

"Maybe we should ask some of the people he hangs out with?" Ed suggests while looking at his phone. "It says here the D Street Killers are a violent gang that do hardcore stuff like drug trafficking, kidnapping, murder and all that, so maybe we can avoid those guys. His profile says he's a dealer for someone named 'Big Bear'. His real name is Isiah Hardman."

"He just sounds like an asshole. Do we have to ask him?" Ursula asks the fat man.

Ed scrolled through his phone before speaking up again. "Maybe we can ask someone else who works for this Big Bear guy? See if they know where Nick is hiding."

"Okay, that's not a bad idea. Glad to see that you still have a brain in your head." the greenette 'compliments'.

"Most of it." Francis corrects. "Remember, Dr. Z scooped a part of Ed's brain out last month?"

"I did? I don't remember that." Dr. Z pipes up, trying to remember the event.

"Same here." Ed adds, though this could be from the fact part of his brain was missing.

"Dr. Z, you don't even know what day it is, you old bastard." Francis insults.

Dr. Z glared at the teen. "Be careful, Frankie. Be fucking careful." he threatens the teen, only for Francis to wave him off, not at all intimidated in the slightest.

"Who else works with this Big Bear guy?" Zander asks, returning to the topic at hand.

Ed scrolled through his phone before getting an answer. "Ernesto Chavez. Goes by 8-Ball. Maybe he knows where Nick's at?" Ed theorizes.

"Then let's find him. Let's go to his address." Dr. Z orders as they make their way back to the Alpha Jet.

"Good thing Dr. Ancient had Jonathan install the LVPD database in our own private server so now we can access it without needing a police computer." Ed points out aloud.

"Hurray for being from the future." Ursula dryly celebrates while lazily pumping her arm in the air.

While the Alpha Gang were in Las Vegas on their very important mission, the D-Team pretty much had the whole day to theirselves to do whatever they wanted. Well, Rex actually. The other two were busy in school so this left Rex to do whatever he wanted, and what he wanted to do was simple: Enjoy a nice cup of hot cocoa with Aki along with Rod and Laura because I forgot they existed.

Max's mother had just finished making the hot cocoa and had given some to her three guests before sitting at the dining room table next to Laura. "It's so wonderful to actually sit down and talk with you kids." she tells the children with a warm smile. "It's especially great to see you two again, Rod and Laura. I'm sorry about Christmas. We would've invited you if it weren't for that weird purple boy on TV threatening a terrorist attack."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Taylor." Rod politely dismisses before taking a sip from his hot chocolate.

Aki giggled in response. "Please, just call me Aki. Everyone does." she informs him.

"This hot chocolate is so delicious, Aki." Laura compliments her beverage.

"The secret is that I added extra sugar and milk."

"Mrs. Taylor has always been great at making snacks and desserts. She made me a whole cake for my birthday a while back." Rex reveals with a smile on his face.

"Oh! That reminds me!" Aki suddenly speaks up. "Reese's birthday is coming up soon. I need to ask what kind of cake she likes so I can specially make one for her. I do it with all my family and friends. Bake their favorite cake homemade."

"A little touch of motherly love always sweetens a dessert!" Laura giggles.

"Speaking of mothers," Rex turned to Rod. "how is your mother doing? And your father?"

"Oh, they're great." Rod replies with an excited smile. "My dad got promoted at his job and mom sold a house for 2 million right before we came here to this time period."

"Your mother is a real estate agent? I didn't know that." Aki replied in an intrigued tone.

Rod took a sip from his beverage. "Mm-hm. She's the best real estate agent ever." he proclaims.

Aki turned to the pink haired child. "What does your father do exactly?" she asks the child as she was drinking from his mug.

Laura swallowed her drink before looking up at Aki. "He's an IT specialist." she answers.

"Which is another way of saying he works in a cubicle and his job is boring but uuuuh, hey. At least it pays well." Rod states before taking a sip of his beverage.

"I'm surprised that he's not involved with paleontology." Rex says. "He is Ursula, Zander and Ed's brother right? At least adoptive brother. I assumed he would follow in his family's footsteps."

"Grandpa wanted him to follow his own dream since he was the oldest and first kid he adopted." Rod explains.

"Speaking of fathers," Aki suddenly turned to Rex. "how's your father doing, Rex? I don't talk to him as much as I do with your mother."

The tone of the environment suddenly shifted as Rex's smile quickly died down, turning into an expression of uncertainty. "Uuuuuuuuh." he stammers. The other three gave him odd and confused looks, wondering why he was being so nervous now. Rex quickly took a glance at his surroundings before leaning in. "Things aren't good. My dad has been really paranoid lately. He barely talks to me nowadays. It's like he's a whole other person."

"You've noticed it too?" Rod asks the blonde.

"We noticed a bit of change in his behavior for a couple weeks now. He's more agitated and tired lately rather than his cheerful self." Laura reveals.

"How come though?" Aki suddenly asks.

Rex motioned for the others to get closer to him, to which they did. "We think there's a traitor in our group." he whispers to the three. The trio gasped in shock subsequently. "I don't know the whole story but Dr. Z told me that my dad said there's someone in our group that might be working for our enemy. They suspected Ed at first but I personally believe it's not him. They've been keeping it a secret for a while now. The only reason I know is because Dr. Z told me, Max and Zoe about it as a warning."

"Grandpa told you? It must be serious." Rod says in a disturbed tone.

"Definitely." Rex confirms.

"But why hasn't Dr. Ancient told any of us about it?" Laura innocently asks.

"It's because he doesn't trust anyone and that's where my problem with him lies." Rex begins. "I'm his son but he doesn't trust me enough to let me in on this very important piece of information. I had to learn about it from his former partner - whom need I remind you shot him and my mom out into a time vortex - just so I can be in the know of it. I'm his son and he doesn't trust me. He's gotten too paranoid."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Aki asks the blonde teen.

"I have but he doesn't have time." Rex replies. "He's always too busy trying to figure out who the traitor is. Who the Grand Master is. Where he's hiding. How we're gonna get the dinosaur cards back. He's even trying to figure out where his coffee maker is. Just a couple days ago, I saw him search for his coffee maker for 4 hours in the same room only to realize it was in the room next to it. I'm telling you, he's becoming too… What's the word? Sporadic."

"Then try making some time." Aki suggests. "Yes, he may be a little… not together but he's still your father and no matter what he loves you. I'm sure if you ask him for time, he'll give you time. A healthy part of any relationship - platonic, romantic or familial - is communication and trust. It's what got me and Spike to get married… Granted, he did overshare his times in college about how he had to do something called the 'Happy Tapioca' in order to get into a fraternity. The point is he'll listen to you for the sole reason that you're his son. Have faith, Rex."

Rex nodded his head as he took his former surrogate mother's words to his heart, wondering if it was the right thing to do. "What if he still doesn't listen to me?" he asks.

Aki smiled in response. "Then be firm with him." she tells him. "Tell him you're done being left in the dark and it's time for some answers. I'm sure after that he'll be more open to you. After all, I doubt he thinks his son is the traitor of the group. Especially when he lost him in the first place."

Rex smiled while looking down at his beverage, staring at his own reflection from the hot chocolate. "Yeah… Yeah, I guess you're right." he says with a warm smile. "One more thing, what's a Happy Tapioca?"

"Yeah. Yeah, what is that, Mrs. Taylor?" Laura asks as well.

"Never heard of it before." Rod speaks up.

Aki grew a look of surprise before glancing away in nervousness. "Uh… Let's- uh… Y- You know, it's nothing too exciting so I wouldn't worry about it." she dismisses before sheepishly taking a sip from her drink.

The trio of adolescents only raised their brows in confusion, not knowing why she was being so secretive.

Back in Vegas, after knocking on random houses for like half an hour, the Alpha Gang were almost ready to quit, having hit the last house on the block. "You guys and your problems have me smoking like a chimney." Ursula complains.

"Don't you have anyone else to talk to?" Francis rudely asks.

Ed knocked on the door and after a few moments, the door opened up to reveal a skinny African American man with bloodshot eyes and a droopy face. "Yooo, wassup?" the man asks in a lazy, laidback tone.

"Uuuuh… does someone named 8-Ball live here?" Zander asks the stoned man.

"Who?" the African American man questions, his mentality not even in the same solar system.

"8-Ball. Is he available for coh-myoo-nee-kay-shun?" Ursula dramatically articulates in frustration.

"Wha?" the stoned man asks, not having a clue what was going on.

Ursula threw her arms in the air in agitation. "Forget this! This guy isn't even on the same planet as us!" she yells in anger before walking away.

"Ooooooh, you mean 8-Ball!" the stoned man suddenly says in realization.

"No duh, Einstein. We said his name twice." Dr. Z rudely tells the man.

"Jyeah. Jyeah. His home is getting fumigated and shit so he's, like, crashing on my couch now." the stoner explains.

The Alpha Gang waited for the man to continue his explanation and say where 8-Ball was, only for him to just dumbly stare at them. "So?" Ursula questions in annoyance.

"So he's inside, lounging around."

The Alpha Gang, having quickly grown tired of the man's idiocy, barged their way inside the house with no resistance from the man whatsoever, even stepping aside to let complete strangers in his house. "Dumbass pothead." Dr. Z mumbles.

The inside of the house was surprisingly clean as an Asian guy wearing a white tank top, black jeans and Timberlands lazily laid on the couch with a joint in his hand while watching whatever crap was on TV.

"That is the name of my next book. I don't believe in an eye for an eye. Oh no. Because Bas believes in an eye for two eyes, or better yet, an eye for two eyes, and an ear, and a spleen, and maybe a new shirt because this one is covered in entrails. HIYA! TAKE THAT! WHO WANTS TO KNIFE FIGHT WITH ME IN THE AUDIENCE?! WHO WANTS TO KNIFE FIGHT-"

"Bas."

"WITH ME-"

"Bas."

"IN THE AUDIENCE?!"

"Bas!"

"Cowards!"

"Bas, you sound REALLY constipated."

The Alpha Gang entered the living room to see the Asian man watching TV before he took notice of the group. "Yoooo, Jamal. Who are these guys?" the Asian man asks.

The African American, now formally known as Jamal, entered the room behind the Alpha Gang. "Shoo, I dunno, Pak-Man." he replies in a lazy tone.

"Right on." the Asian now known as Pak-Man replies before taking a hit from his joint.

Dr. Z glared up at Jamal. "You said 8-Ball was here." he angrily tells the man.

"Who?" Jamal questions, long having forgotten why they were in the house in the first place.

"It's like dealing with slow kids." Dr. Z sarcastically states in a frustrated and annoyed tone.

"What's like slow kids?" asks a Hispanic voice behind them.

The Alpha Gang turned around to see none other than 8-Ball holding a pizza box in his hand. "Who are you?" Ursula asks the Cholo.

"Me?" 8-Ball asks with a surprised look.

"No, the other guy, behind you." Ursula sarcastically replies, motioning to a nonexistent person behind him. 8-Ball turned around, genuinely believing there was someone behind him, only to see that no one was there. "Yeah, you! Who the hell are you?"

8-Ball chuckled in response. "I'm clean Number 8-Ball." he answers in a mellow tone. "I just stepped out to get some toilet paper."

Dr. Z glanced at the pizza box he was holding before looking back at the man. "And uh, where is the toilet paper?" he asks the Hispanic.

8-Ball momentarily grew a confused look before looking down at his hand to see that instead of toilet paper, he had somehow and randomly picked up a pizza instead. "Aw, damn it." he curses to himself, turning around to leave the house.

Only for Zander to stop him by stepping in front of him. "Woah, woah, woah, woah! Woah! We need to talk to you first." he tells the Hispanic man.

"Bout what? Are you cops?" 8-Ball asks, albeit in a still lazy tone.

"Do we LOOK like we're cops?" Dr. Z retorts in an annoyed tone.

8-Ball took a quick glance at the group of strangers in front of him. "Naw. Why?" he asks.

"Do you know anyone named Nick Roscoe?" Ed asks the Cholo.

8-Ball grew a wide smile in response. "Aaaaaaaaaaah, Doc Roscoe. That loco. Yeah! Yeah, I know him… Why?"

"We went to his house but he wasn't there." Francis reveals, pointing his thumb backwards.

"Oh yeah, he moved out. He doesn't live there anymore."

"No shit, Sherlock. That's why we're asking if you know where he is." Dr. Z impatiently tells the man.

"Do you still talk to him at least?" Zander asks.

"Shit, are you kidding me? I talked to him this morning, ese."

The group perked up upon hearing this bit of information. "Where?" they ask simultaneously.

"On the phone."

The group's excitement quickly died down. "Well, do you know where he lives?" Ed asks the man.

"Yeah."

The group waited for a response from the man only for him to continue to dumbly stare at the group. "So?" Dr. Z asks in annoyance.

"So, he lives on Valley Street. 2534 Valley Street."

"Thank you! God, it took forever." the crazed doctor loudly complained before turning to his lackeys. "Alright, Ursula, you and Francis will head to the address while the rest of us make sure these guys don't give Roscoe a heads up."

"You sure they need watching? They look preoccupied to me." Ursula sarcastically states while staring at the three stoners.

Dr. Z turned around to see the three men all watching the TV with dumb looks on their faces, eyes glued to the TV, having long forgotten the environment around them.

"Okay, who's in charge now, huh? So, suddenly this guy comes out and he attacks me. I grab a beer bo- POW! Break it on the table, stab it in his face. *choking noises* He's bleeding everywhere and down he goes and he has glass in his eye. Drag Queen screams, 'Oh, what's going on? I need to go-', and I looked at him in the eye and I say, 'Listen buddy, this day of misery has just begun.' Boosh! Boosh! Boosh! Right in their fucking face. And another guy comes to me with a pool cue - Uh oh, not enough weapons now."

"I'm not taking that chance. Call it instinct after dealing with you idiots for so long." Dr. Z insults the quartet.

"I JUST got hired, dude!" Francis argues.

"Shut up! Just take Ursula to Roscoe's place and find any dirt on him."

Francis rolled his eyes and scoffed in response. "Whatever. Come on, Ursula. Let's get out of here."

"How are we gonna get there? You don't know how to fly the Alpha Jet." the greenette asks.

Without looking, Francis snatched some keys out of the dish bowl and clicked on the button, a beep going off from the beater car parked in the driveway. "That's how." he answers before getting inside the car.

"Doubt they'll call the cops on themselves. I don't think they're that stupid." Ursula comments as she enters the passenger side door.

"We'll see about that." Francis replies as he starts the car.

He backed out of the driveway before driving off out of the neighborhood, leaving the rest of the guys to babysit the stoners. "I wonder if they got any snacks in the fridge." Ed wonders before leaving towards the kitchen.

"What's the WiFi password?" Zander asks as he plays with his phone.

Dr. Z grew an annoyed look in response. "I'm now realizing how bad of an idea this was." he comments. He blinked as his eyes turned to that of a reptilian. "We should bite off their heads and pile their bodies in the corner. Hmm, yes. That would certainly pass the time in an amusing way." Dr. Z genuinely gives this horrid suggestion some serious thought.

"Woah!" 8-Ball suddenly yells. "You have a lizard head!"

"You're just now noticing this, pothead?"

Vegas was the one of the many places Max wanted to be at the moment. Unfortunately, he was stuck in his classroom currently doing a math test, the third test he was given today. The second being the history test at the beginning and an English test being the first. Don't ask how he did on the English test, he's insecure. The rest of the class either shared his feelings or were actually ready for the test. He was ten minutes into the test and he's still on Question: #2. Things were getting complicated for the teen as he forced himself to focus harder on the test.

At the moment, he thought squinting would help him magically get smarter to complete the test… that is, until he saw it. One of the zeroes on the paper was replaced with the Shadow symbol, practically almost stopping his heart. Max widened his eyes as the rest of the zeroes on paper quickly morphed into the Shadow symbol as well. Max turned to Zoe, whom was sitting next to him, in an attempt to stop another hallucination. Unfortunately for him he got just the opposite. When he turned to Zoe, a gun had suddenly appeared in Max's shaky hands, almost as if he was trying to fight his own hand. The teen aimed the gun at the unsuspecting Zoe as more screaming noises resonated inside his head. Max forced his head down in an attempt to stop more hallucinations.

But it was a losing battle. He knew he was losing this one. So instead of making a scene in front of everyone, he hopped out of his seat like it was made of lava and quickly walked out of the room with no previous warning. Everyone looked at Max as he stormed out of the classroom, right passed Michelle whom was busying watching YouTube videos on her phone.

"Hey. Where are you going? Get back here." Michelle lazily orders, well after Max left the classroom.

Max entered the boys restroom after placing an OUT OF ORDER sign in front of the door to make sure he was in private. After checking the stalls, Max had confirmed that he was the only one inside the restroom. He headed to the mirror and looked at his own reflection. All around he could see the Shadow symbol just flashing in front of his eyes. Max suddenly screamed before punching the mirror only to look down to see his undamaged hand where he quickly turned on the faucet. He threw water in his face in an attempt to break out of this nightmare. Max looked up at the undamaged mirror to see his own reflection, only for the mirror to suddenly turn into a movie screen of some sort. Max's reflection was still there but now all around him were various flashbacks of his life. Moments like fighting the Atrociraptor, an unknown person looking down on him with his face obscured by the shadows, more of the Shadow symbol. His pupils suddenly morphed into the Shadow symbol as well as more images flashed in the mirror. Reality was breaking and Max could feel it burning inside him yet he was helpless to do anything.

Max suddenly turned off the water and looked back at the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. The teen panted from his momentary panic attack, having doubts on what was real and what was an hallucination. "What's going on with me?" he whispers to himself in a scared tone.

After like twenty minutes of driving around the city in the middle of a desert, Francis and Ursula eventually made it to Nick's other address, which was a simple small one story house. "This the place?" Ursula asks from the passenger seat, the car parked passed the house.

"That's what it says on the GPS." Francis replies.

"Looks… small."

"Small places are cheaper I guess. You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

The two Alpha Gang members exited the vehicle, crossing the street and approaching the house where Ursula banged loudly on the door upon arrival. "Nick Roscoe?! You in there?!" she yells loudly.

"Okay," Francis begins. "first off, you don't say his full name. You're just gonna scare him. Second off, don't just bang at the door you're gonna make yourself seem hostile. We're trying to talk to him, not scare him… yet."

"Why? I mean, we're supposed to let ourselves known so what's wrong if I yell angrily?" Ursula questions in an annoyed tone.

CRASH!

Right after she asked, the sound of something falling and crashing inside the house was heard, prompting Francis to look through the front window where he spotted Nick running out the back door. "He's running! Back door!" Francis shouts as he bolts around the side of the house.

"What am I supposed to do?! I can't run in heels!" Ursula yells out loud.

"Get in the car! I'll tell you through the Scanner!" Francis yells as he breaks through the wooden gate door.

Nick hopped his backyard neighbor's fence where the dog began barking at him where he paid no attention and kept running. Francis followed suit by hopping the fence as well and over the dog he saw at the last moment before continuing the chase. Nick exited through the side of his neighbor's house before running down the sidewalk where Francis was shown rounding the corner of the house. Without even looking twice, Nick ran across the street - which is dangerous - where he began to climb a chain link fence. Francis followed and was about to run across the street only for a car to drive right in front of him, momentarily pausing his chase. By this point, Nick had already climbed the fence and was on the other side just as Francis reached the fence, he himself quickly climbed the fence.

Francis hopped the top and landed on the other side, quickly running through a small garden before entering a small corridor. Before he could round the corner, he was struck in the face by a folding chair, knocking him to the ground where it was revealed Nick was the one who held the chair in his hands. "Too slow, chico!" Nick taunts before running off again. Shrugging off the pain, Francis quickly picks himself up, proceeding to chase the young man once more through the streets of urban Las Vegas. Nick ran through a fence gate before getting back to running in the main street followed by Francis shortly afterwards.

Nick ran across the street before rounding the corner at the intersection, now entering a small business type area full of small stores rather than a shoddy house neighborhood. By the time Francis rounded the corner, he saw Nick once again running across the street before losing sight of him when he rounded the corner once more. Francis ran across the street before turning left on the intersection, just in time to see Nick duck into an alley between a pawn shop and a liquor store. Francis reached the alley and immediately noticed how narrow it was and that it was full of hiding spots. "How do I keep getting myself in these tight situations?" Francis joked as he squeezed through the alley until reaching the end.

When he finally exited the alley, he immediately spotting Nick running across the street, almost getting hit by a car in the process as the driver honked their horn and slammed on the brakes at the last second. Nick was almost struck by another car once more, this time ending up on the hood of the vehicle before falling to the ground. Francis took this opportunity and bolted right towards the man, whom picked himself up and ran down the sidewalk once more, albeit with Francis much closer on his tail.

"Every time I get a divorce, I start smoking again." a middle aged woman says to a young man on the sidewalk.

"I'm not even listening to you." the man replies.

Nick suddenly rounded the corner and pushed the lady out the way, causing her to fall to the ground. "You bumped my tits!"

Francis followed suit, this time pushing the guy to the ground as he continued to chase Nick. "Coño!" the guy shouts in Spanish.

"Sorry! I don't care enough to stop!" Francis yells as he continues to chase the man.

"This is still a democracy, man." Nick randomly comments from up front.

Francis suddenly grabbed a cup of coffee from a table of a small cafe he passed and threw it at Nick, the hot beverage spilling on his upper back and the back of his neck. The Vegas man screamed in pain but shrugged it off as he continued to run across the street… until he was struck by a car and was flung to the ground. The car in question was revealed to be the same car Francis and Ursula arrived at his house in, with the greenette exiting the driver's side of the vehicle.

"Oh. Good. A concussion." Ursula says with a smile on her face, taking a look at the damage she caused.

"Ooooooooooh." Nick groaned in pain as he lied on the ground, Francis approaching him subsequently.

"Did you seriously make me run and chase you in this heat? What's wrong with you, dude?" the teen asks the man as he picks him up, grabbing him by the arms.

"It's all about the hustle." Nick groans as he was forced up.

"Put him in the back and we can take him back to his place." Ursula suggests as she opens the back door for the two to sit in.

"Let go of me! Who are you guys, anyway?! I want a lawyer!" Nick cries out loudly in the air. Francis walked passed the open door and instead opened the trunk, where he shoved Nick inside afterwards. "Hey, wait! What're you do-"

Francis slammed the trunk shut, rudely silencing Nick. "Or you could ignore me and do your own thing." she comments from her previous statement as she watched Francis get in the driver's seat.

"After a chase like that? He's staying in the trunk."

"Fair enough. Let's get out of here." Ursula says as she enters the car in the passenger side.

The teen turned on the car subsequently, bringing the vehicle to life. "What the hell do you mean you 'can't run in heels'? You do it all the time." Francis tells the greenette, referencing her previous statement before the chase, before driving off with Nick in the trunk.

Nick was thrown into a chair, forced to sit there once he was brought back inside his house, which wasn't very long at all due to the short distance between his house and where he was caught. "The fuck?!" Nick yells in agitation.

"Shut up or I'll make you shut up." Ursula threatens Nick while Francis called the others with his cellphone.

"Dr. Z, we got that guy. Get over here so we can start interrogating him." Francis informs the crazy doctor on the phone.

"Interrogate?!" Nick yells in shock.

"We'll be there in three minutes. We'll take the Alpha Jet. Just stay there and make sure he doesn't run off." Dr. Z orders over the phone.

"Don't worry. He's not going anywhere." Francis replies before hanging up.

"So," Nick starts off. "obviously you guys aren't cops. Or you are and that guy is just a midget who hasn't hit puberty yet."

"And you look like a guy who just crawled out of a men's bathroom after doing a 20 minute 'therapy session' with one of the male workers at the gay strip club." Francis retorts effortlessly in an annoyed tone.

"Screw you, asshole."

"Yeah, I bet you do." Francis dismisses with a hand. "Alright, start talking. What do you know?"

"Nothing apparently! I don't even know who you guys are or why you chased me or why you tied me to this chair!"

"You're not tied, dummy." Ursula reminds the man.

Nick looked to see that he was indeed not tied and that he was simply sitting in the chair. "Well, I still don't know the other two. Like I said, you guys aren't cops or federal agents or something like that. So who the hell are you guys?"

"Alright," Ursula pipes up. "first off, I could totally pull off a cop or an agent."

"Maybe in a porno but definitely not in real life. Not with that figure anyway."

"You know, he's right, Ursula. You do look like you would dress as a sexy cop in a bad porno." Francis comments to the greenette.

"Thanks, I'll try to remember that the next time you ask for a favor." Ursula sarcastically replies while glaring at the teen.

"It's gonna be a while but okay." Francis shrugs off.

"Second off," Ursula turns her attention back to Nick. "who we are is none of your business. We're asking the questions here and once the others will get here, you're gonna be sorry for messing with the Alpha Gang."

"I thought who you were was none of my business?" Nick sarcastically asks with an unamused look on his face.

Ursula took a moment to realize what she said. "Damn it!" she curses herself.

"Nice one, old lady." Francis dryly comments.

"Call me 'old lady' again and you'll be in the chair." she threatens.

"Wait. 'Alpha Gang'? I've heard of you guys." Nick suddenly realizes.

Ursula quickly grew a proud grin upon hearing this. "Well, we are the most dangerous gang in the world. We make grown men cry." she boasts.

"Yeah, and the D-Street Killers push dope, run whores and kill any other gangster. That's why they're called the D-Street Killers. Trust me, you guys aren't dangerous." Nick dryly replies.

"Well, if you have heard of us then you should know about our… prehistoric buddies?" Francis rhetorically asks with a smug look.

Nick said nothing, instead looking away sheepishly, confirming Francis' theory. "Never thought I'd be seeing dinosaurs in the flesh walking among us one day." he mumbles.

"He said the thing!" a random voice was heard in the distant background.

"Yeah, and I never thought I would be in Vegas and NOT be at the craps table instead of talking to some guy." Francis sarcastically replies.

"No, trust me. You don't wanna be at the craps table. It's rigged from the start."

"Damn!"

"But you have heard of us, right?" Ursula asks the man.

"Yeah, I have." Nick tiredly replies. "Those other three, Jericho, Ungaro and Él Matacho talk about their encounters with you. Seth and the Grand Master talk about you and some other team as well. What were they called? Uuuuuh, D-Gang? Anyway, yeah I've heard of you guys. Don't know what you do but to be perfectly honest, I don't really give a shit. Like the rest of this whole plan."

The two Alpha Gang members' ears perked up upon hearing this. "Plan? What plan?" Francis asks, intrigued.

"Whatever plan the Grand Master has." Nick replies. "He never tells us anything. The only one he tells his plans to is Seth, and even then it's not much. We don't even get our orders from the G-Man at all. We get our orders from Seth, that blue haired bastard."

"Yeah, trust me, we don't like Seth either." Ursula responds. "Bad history between us. Good news is that he has a history of backstabbing whoever he works with so there's a good chance he'll backstab the Grand Master somewhere down the road."

"Carter was saying something similar to that as well. About how the Grand Master barely tells his plans to anyone other than Seth." Francis adds.

"Yeah, I heard you guys took Carter." Nick mentions. "Ya know, Ungaro is worried sick about him. Carter's like a brother to him. An annoying little brother but a brother none the less… Wish my brother cared about me like that." Nick mumbles the last part.

"Hey, forgive me if this sounds ungrateful considering we are holding you hostage and all." Ursula suddenly says.

Nick shot an annoyed glare at the greenette in response. "Yeah, thanks for doing this by the way. I love being held hostage in my own home." Nick sarcastically replies.

"But why are you telling us about all this? You work for the Grand Master, don't ya?"

"Yeah," Nick confirms. "I work for him, but I'm not loyal to him."

"Carter said that as well." Francis adds.

"The only reason why I'm doing this is cuz I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and was forced into this. Either join or be eaten by Seth's dinosaurs. So I chose the living option."

"Honestly, I would've done the same." Francis whispers to Ursula.

"Yeah, same here." she whispers back. "So you'll cooperate with us? Tell us everything you know about the Grand Master?"

Nick squinted his eyes in a skeptical manner. "What do I get in return?" he asks.

Ursula and Francis turned to each other, wondering if either of them had an idea on what to give the man. Unfortunately, they were fresh out of ideas. "20 bucks?" Francis offers.

"Okay, first of all, this is Vegas, baby. 20 bucks is nothing. Second of all, if you've got nothing, I have an idea."

"What is it?"

Before Nick could respond, the door was kicked down by Ed via his bionic leg as he, Zander and Dr. Z stormed inside the house. "Alpha Gang here for duty!" Zander and Ed simualtaneously shout while saluting at the same time.

"Oooooh, I cannot wait to torture this guy!" Dr. Z gleefully exclaims in a hyper, impatient tone. His eyes suddenly changed to reptilian ones subsequently. "I want to have a taste of him before he screams and cries." Bartholomew adds before switching minds. Dr. Z then noticed that Nick was not at all tied but instead casually sitting on the chair. "Why isn't he tied?"

"Am I tripping or is that a fucking dinosaur head?" Nick asks in a shocked and bewildered tone.

"I have a name! Yeah! What he said!" Dr. Z/Bartholomew responds.

Nick was going to say something but decided against it. "Know what, forget it. I'm not even gonna ask."

"You just did though." Ed pointed out.

"Shut up."

"So what you find from this guy?" Dr. Z asks the two.

"Nothing we already don't know from Carter." Francis replies.

"You serious?" Dr. Z asks before grabbing Nick by the collar. "Tell us everything you know or I'll bite your face off!" Bartholomew roars point blank at Nick's face, slobbering it with spit and saliva.

"OH GOD!" Nick yells in horror, falling backwards off the chair in the process.

"Where is the Grand Master?!"

"That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen!" Nick cries out while holding the chair in front of him defensively.

Bartholomew roared directly into Nick's face in frustration before giving control back to the crazy doctor. "It's not difficult, Nicky. Just tell us and you won't get eaten by my bodymate." Dr. Z threatens.

"Bodymate?" Zander mumbles to himself in confusion, never hearing that word before in his life.

"It's very simple." Dr. Z continues.

"Look," Nick says after regaining his composure while lowering the chair. "even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I don't know much. The only time me and the other guys are ever told about big projects is during Poker Night and even then it's literally a gamble on figuring out what the hell the next move in the plan is or how to work it or even what it means-"

"Woah woah woah woah. Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on. Poker Night?" Ursula interrupts.

"Yeah?" Nick replies in a slightly confused tone.

"What do you mean by Poker Night?"

Nick sighs in defeat, realizing there was no turning back now before standing up. "Every so often, me and the guys plus Seth play Poker to discuss upcoming major projects the Grand Master has." Nick begins explaining. "I'm sure you guys know the Grand Master is moving shipments across the ocean from Nicaragua to Sierra Leone. That was one of the major projects we discussed during Poker Night. Él Matacho supplied the firepower and man power while Seth dealt with the connections. Every major project that the Grand Master creates is told to us during Poker Night. It's like a security thing, he doesn't want that many people to know about it. So every so often we have Poker Nights to discuss about them."

"Where do you play Poker? Here?" Zander asks.

"Different every time." Nick replies. "We've had Poker Nights in several major cities. Los Angeles. New York. Miami. Chicago. Everywhere in the U.S.."

"When's the next Poker Night?" Francis questions.

"Yeeeeeaaaaah, that's the thing." Nick suddenly says. "I was going to explain my plan to you before these three broke down my door. Thanks for that by the way. I'm trying to lay low."

"No problem!" Dr. Z proudly replies with a puffed up chest.

"I was going to say I'll tell you about the next Poker Night IF you do something for me."

"I knew it! There's always a catch in Vegas!" Francis shouts in frustration.

Nick gestured for the others to get in closer, prompting them to huddle up together. "There's this guy I work for." Nick begins explaining. "His name is Big Bear. Major drug lord in this neighborhood. Has a lot of beef with rival gangs, most notably the D-Street Killers I mentioned. He used to have beef with the Snakebacks but then he began buying guns off them so I don't really know what his relationship with them is now. Point is, the D-Street Killers are growing product and selling it on Big Bear's turf. He asked me to go destroy the product and teach them a lesson, but I'm only one guy. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"Let me guess. This is where we come in." Ursula sarcastically guesses with rolled eyes.

"Exactly!" Nick confirms. "You do this favor for me and I'll tell you when and where the next Poker Night is so that way you can spy on us. Stealth mission shit. That way I'm not one to blame if things get leaked. Get what I'm sayin'?"

The Alpha Gang glanced at each other before glancing back at Nick. "Give us a sec." Ed politely says before huddling up with his colleagues. "What do you think? Should we trust him?"

"I don't really see any other choice here, Ed. Either we say no and we're left in the dark or we take our chances with him." Zander replies.

"Plus, even if he is lying, we could always feed him to Terry or Spiny." Francis disturbingly suggests.

"Or me." Bartholomew suggests.

"You can have his thigh." Ursula suggests to the mutant dinosaur.

"That's the best part of the body! I don't know, I always liked the breast more to be honest. You would like the breast you old pervert. I was talking about the meat, not the private parts, moron." Dr. Z argues with his other half.

The group exited their huddle and turned back to Nick with stern expressions. "You good for your word?" Francis asks the man.

"I always deliver on a promise." Nick confirms.

Though this didn't really do much to ease the skepticism between the Alpha Gang. "So- So let me understand this real quick." Dr. Z suddenly says. "You want us to do a favor, not for you but for some drug lord we don't know nor ever met, and you provide us with information that may or may not at all be helpful for our plans?"

"Exactly!" Nick enthusiastically confirms.

Dr. Z however didn't believe him one bit. "Yeah." he sarcastically responds. "Yeeeah, you must really think my mother, God rest her soul, fucked an idiot instead of my father. Are you calling my mother a whore who sleeps with morons?!" the crazed doctor suddenly grew aggressive in a split second.

"Wha- What?!" Nick stammers confusingly, not knowing why the doctor was getting hostile all of a sudden despite a good offer while getting up from his seat. "Not at all! I'm telling the truth! All we talk about on Poker Night are upcoming major operations for whatever the Grand Master's plan is. I- I mean, sometimes we talk about other things like power tools, moisturizers and domestic violence-"

"Sit down or I'll slit your throat myself!" Dr. Z loudly threatens, gesturing back to the chair Nick was once sitting on.

The young man, realizing it would be a bad idea to anger the mentally unstable dinosaur mutant doctor, quickly took a seat to try and ease the situation. Dr. Z meanwhile turned around and walked over to the window where he briefly took a look outside before snapping back at Nick with the angriest glare he had in his life.

"You little cocksucker." Dr. Z growls at Nick. "Ever since that douchebag Seth showed his ugly face to us, you think you run things between all of us. You show me and my gang no respect, you insult my family! Your boss? He's not even fit to wipe my ass! I'd fuck a dinosaur before I fuck your mother! How does that feel?!"

"Look, dude, you're over exaggerating things a bit-"

"Hey, I get it! I really do." Dr. Z interrupts Nick. "You're a morally misguided individual but you're secretly a good kid. Me? I'm just some old bastard who doesn't even know where he is half the time. What do I know? Nothing really… Actually… less than nothing… We'll do that favor for you."

"You will?" Nick asks in utter bafflement, not at all following the psychotic doctor's logic and reasoning.

"We will?" the quartet asks in equal bafflement.

"IF you give us half of whatever profits you make for the Grand Master." Dr. Z adds at the last second.

"W-Well, you see. I can't really do that. The G-Man is real strict when it comes to money-"

"Then I meant it. Your mother's a fucking tranvestite!"

"I've got an idea." Ed suddenly spoke up. Everyone slowly turned their heads to the portly man, surprised he even had an idea in the first place. "What if we use him as a mole? You know? Like our inside man? That way he can feed information to us so we'll always know what's going on with the Grand Master and his plans!"

"What are you?! An idiot?!" Dr. Z yells at the chubby man in anger, glaring daggers at him.

"Pretty much, yeah." Ed shrugs with a neutral expression.

"Then you won't notice when I claim your idea as my own." Dr. Z then turned to Nick. "You! Vegas gangster!"

"I'm not a gangster." Nick corrects.

"We'll do that favor for you and in return you become our inside man. Sound good?"

Nick scoffed and crossed his arms in response. "Yeah, right. What's stopping me from hurting all of you and running away? No offense, you guys aren't really that dangerous."

The Alpha Gang said nothing, instead just looking at Nick with unamused expressions on their faces. All of a sudden, Spiny's eye lowered itself through the window, revealing him to the Vegas man inside his house. Upon spotting the Spinosaurus' eye, Nick immediately tensed up once he realized who he was dealing with.

"Just so we're clear," Dr. Z begins while checking his nails. "we DO have other ways of obtaining information about the Grand Master. You're just the easiest choice. We don't HAVE to work with you, but we also don't like loose ends either, you catch my drift? So unless you want to end up as Spiny's next appetizer, you'll cooperate with us. Or don't. It really doesn't matter. Like I said, we have other options."

Nick glanced at the mutant doctor before glancing back at Spiny, whom showed his razor sharp teeth through the window. The man gulped in fear, memories from Kenya flowing through his mind as the Spinosaurus was a reminder of what situation he was in. "Okay, you win. I'll work with you." Nick agrees shakily.

Dr. Z snapped his fingers, prompting Zander to return Spiny back into his card. "I'm glad we see eye to eye." Dr. Z sinisterly says. "This is the start of a fruitful and cooperative partnership between you and I." Dr. Z suddenly grabbed and chair and sat in it backwards. "So," he says. "let's get down to business, shall we? We'll do that favor for you? What was it? Destroying product? Destroying stuff is what we do best so you'll be getting an Alpha Gang guarantee that this job will be done in the end."

Nick gulped once more while adjusting his beanie. "Well," he says. "if you're gonna do the favor, you're gonna need some firepower. And I do mean firepower."

"Buddy, we have dinosaurs. What more firepower do we need?" Ursula asks the man.

Nick said nothing for a brief moment before getting up from his seat. "Follow me." he tells the gang.

A few minutes later, Nick had taken the Alpha Gang outside to his car where he opened the trunk and showed the contents inside. "You're gonna need some of these." he tells them.

"Holy shit! Where do you get all this?" Zander asks the man in utter shock while grabbing his head in surprise.

"You gotta buy stuff illegally to get jobs done. Luckily I know a good and reliable arms dealer who gave me this for that job. Now I'm giving them to you." Nick explains.

The Alpha Gang looked in the trunk, somewhat conflicted about the contents inside… for like five seconds before they caved in. "Yeah," Francis says. "this'll work."

"Just," Nick cautiously says, prompting the gang to glance at him. "make sure you burn every single one of them."

Dr. Z sinisterly chuckled in response. "Eheheheheheheheh. Don't worry. This won't be a problem at all." Dr. Z retorts before evily staring at the contents inside the trunk.

Back in Sanjo, Max was shown inside the school library, for ONCE actually doing his homework during his freetime. Course, he wasn't good at it but he figured it'd be a good distraction away from everything. Currently, he was working on some math homework, his worst subject out of all the subjects he's bad at. The teen tapped his pencil in deep thought, trying to figure out the answer to the problem he's been stuck on for like ten minutes. Thinking the answer might lie on another page, Max flipped through the book to try and find a hint on how to answer the question. It was only a few seconds of flipping pages before he stumbled on a page that contained nothing but the shadow symbol, which suddenly flashed in front of Max's eyes as screaming noises resonated from it. Max slammed the book shut with traumatized eyes. For a few moments he stayed like this before regaining his composure, adjusting his dinosaur tooth necklace before getting out of his seat.

"I think I'm gonna go home." he mumbles to himself before packing his books in his bag.

*Make It Bun Dem by Skrillex & Damien "Jr Gong" Marley plays…*

Now greetings to the world

Voice of the one, Big Gong-Zilla alongside Skrillex

Dem fe know!

Who we? Awoah

Somewhere in Las Vegas was a large field of nothing but marijuana plants that covered the entire field along with several African-American men guarding it. These men had tattoos visible around their bodies and were muscular, no doubt all originating from a gang, most likely the Snakebacks Nick had previously mentioned. Some were sitting on crates drinking or smoking while others chatted amongst each other or tended to the plants. One man lit another man's joint with a lighter, only for the ground to suddenly shake, causing him to miss the joint. The gang members were confused as to why the ground was shaking in rhythm rather than a normal earthquake. They suddenly turned to the side and spotted the source of the ground shaking, the man with the joint in his mouth dropping it to the ground in utter shock.

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make them all have fun

A-we a blaze the fire, make it bun dem

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make some sound boy run

A-we will end your week just like a Sunday

Several boots were shown stepping on the ground followed by a mechanical foot… and then finally a prehistoric one. It was suddenly revealed that Terry was summoned by the Alpha Gang as they all slowly marched their way to the marijuana fields, with Dr. Z in his Alpha Walker and Ursula holding Terry's scanner while smoking a cigarette. Ed and Zander both held molotov cocktails in their hands, both with sinister grins on their faces as Ed lit his molotov with a light. Finally, there was Francis, whom was shown to be different from the rest. Unlike his fellow gang members, he held the most destructive man-made firepower: a flamethrower. More specifically an XL18 Flamethrower, where he carried the firearm (literally) around his back. Along with this he also wore a gas mask that gave him a more ominous appearance. Behind the gang was none other than Terry, whom looked like he was smiling deviously at the Snakebacks in front of him, showing off his razor sharp teeth while growling in a humming manner.

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make them all have fun

Skrillex a blaze the fire, make it bun dem

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make some sound boy run

A-we will end your week just like a Sunday

Pretty much every Snakeback gang member all had their eyes on the T-Rex approaching their fields, all with baffled and terrified expressions as one gang member took off his sunglasses to see if he was seeing things. He wasn't. Some of the gang members reached for their guns, confused as to whether they should shoot the beast or run, though most of them just stood there in utter shock, not at all believing that they were seeing a live, extinct beast marching their way. The Alpha Gang suddenly stopped in front of the marijuana fields, with Francis taking point as he aimed his flamethrower in front of him… before pulling the trigger.

*beat drop*

A stream of fire shot out from the barrel of his flamethrower, immediately setting the marijuana fields on fire as chaos erupted. By now, many of the gang members all began panicking or screaming while some fled the area. Some gang members were unfortunate to get caught in the flames as they were instantly set ablaze, their screams of utter agony filling the air.

Rudeboy!

Zander lit his molotov cocktail before he and Ed threw them far, the molotovs breaking and setting more plants on fire. One molotov even landed on a gang member, instantly setting him on fire as he ran out the field, on fire and screaming.

Rudeboy!

Ursula slashed a move card on her Alpha Scanner, prompting Terry to use a Fire Cannon move. The red T-Rex shot out a large fireball from his mouth where it struck the field, also setting it ablaze. Terry fired another fireball in the opposite direction, barely hitting a gang member as he dove out the way at the last second, saving his life, but not the plants as they were set on fire as well.

Rudeboy!

Dr. Z meanwhile used his own flamethrower built into his Alpha Walker to join in on the fun and burn the fields along with his cronies. A devious and downright evil smile was plastered on his snout as he bared his fangs, the fire reflecting off his eyes as he watched the fields burn in front of him. He couldn't help but chuckle evily.

Rudeboy!

If I nah pose, but if I supposed

Them see we a close, them wouldn't suppose it

Killin' the flows, we're sicker than most

Defeating the foes, we weather the most

At this point, every Snakeback gang member began running away from the fields, all screaming in terror or agony as some of them were caught in the flames. The Alpha Gang meanwhile continued to march through the flaming fields as Ed and Zander continued to throw molotovs, the two fist bumping while doing so. Dr. Z cackled loudly as he watched the fire burn the plants in front of him, his inner pyromaniac showing itself. Ursula continued to slash the Fire Cannon move card over and over again as Terry lacked the ability to do it himself, though to be honest, he really didn't care because he was just happy he was out and about destroying things.

Though perhaps the one most affected by this chaos amongst the gang was Francis, whom - behind his gas mask - had a pretty much evil smile as euphoria and mania filled his system. Muffled laughter could be heard coming from Francis' gas mask, maniacal and insane laughter, as if he was enjoying the chaos he was creating. The teen momentarily fired a stream of fire in the air due to too much excitement to contain in his body. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! BUUUUUUUUURN! BURN BABY, BURN! AHAHAHAAAAA!" Francis cackles inside his mask.

Never yet falter, never yet flop

Never yet halt and never yet stop

Keep up with God and never you drop

All 'em a talk and all 'em a chat

Skrillex and Gong, the legend lives on

For some strange reason, there were several barrels full of flammable liquid inside scattered all over the field. Why there was a major fire hazard in the middle of a field, no clue but it adds effects. When the fire collided with the barrels, they exploded which caused a chain reaction of explosions as some of the barrels were close to each other. Explosions went off as the Alpha Gang just walked through the fire and the flames with explosions going off behind them, not even looking back because cool guys don't look at explosions.

We give them it hard, we give them it strong

We give them it rough, we give them it long

We give it them right, and never yet wrong

Sweeter the vict'ry, the hotter the battle

The bigger the cover, the fatter the bottle

The bass haffi rattle, a my tabernacle dis

Dr. Z suddenly fired several rockets from his Alpha Walker at the marijuana fields, the rockets exploding once hitting the ground and causing even more fire to spread across the large field. The crazy doctor suddenly aimed the rockets at several vehicles that were approaching them, most likely backup that were equipped with better weapons to take out this miniature army. Unfortunately, they never got a chance to fight back as the rockets completely destroyed the cars, some of them sliding into the field which only spread more fire and did more damage to the field. Francis once again fired his flamethrower, setting more plants on fire before aiming his weapon at a park vehicle. For absolutely no reason, other than to fuel his own insanity, Francis fired his flamethrower at the car, immediately engulfing it in flames before it suddenly exploded, debris and shrapnel flying everywhere. Some shrapnel were lit on fire so when they fell in the field, the small flames quickly turned into a large one as the fire spread from the shrapnel to the crops itself.

Rudeboy bass, mash up the place

Francis fired his flamethrower high in the air once more, creating a circle of flames before shooting a stream straight through it before getting back to burning the fields in front of him. Right at that moment, several police cars began swarming the area, most likely called in for the sound of explosions going off.

Rudeboy!

However, when they arrived they immediately stopped once they saw what was in front of them, more specifically Terry as they had never seen a live T-Rex in their lives, aside from two years ago. "Is that the SAME T-Rex?!" shouts one of the officers in the car.

Rudeboy!

"Call in S.W.A.T.. We're gonna need reinforcements." comments his partner.

Ursula suddenly noticed the police cars surrounding the burning fields before slashing the Fire Cannon move card once more. Terry then fired a fireball directly at the car, where thankfully the police officers managed to jump out right at the last second as the fireball destroyed the car in seconds.

Rudeboy!

Along with police cars, fire engines drove up in the area to try and douse the fire only for them to make a complete stop upon seeing the T-Rex before turning around and leaving the area seeing how there was nothing they could do.

Rudeboy!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make them all have fun

A-we a blaze the fire, make it bun dem

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make some sound boy run

A-we will end your week just like a Sunday

Ed and Zander threw their molotovs high in the air before they landed in the field as usual, spreading more fire and burning more of the marijuana plants. Dr. Z continued to fire his built in flamethrower, though it didn't have as long of a range as Francis', before firing several more rockets into the field, with one rocket colliding with a parked white pick up truck, immediately destroying it. More fire barrels blew up when they made contact with fire, as per usual.

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make them all have fun

Skrillex a blaze the fire, make it bun dem

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make some sound boy run

A-we will end your week just like a Sunday

Francis suddenly pulled out a red flare gun and fired it at the field, the flare piercing through several plants before setting them on fire. The teen reloaded his flare and fired it at a Snakeback gang member that was hiding behind a shack, the flare striking him directly on the forehead causing it to bounce off and knock the gang member on the ground with a scorch mark on his forehead. Although not dead, he was still harmed by the flare which set a huge chunk of the field on fire, prompting the gang member to flee. By now, the entire marijuana field was void of any human life aside from the Alpha Gang as all the Snakeback gang members and police had fled the area seeing how there was nothing they could do to stop the chaos.

Rudeboy!

While in his seat in his Alpha Walker, Dr. Z started to bob his head up and down in rhythm, finding the explosions and fire blazing strangely rhythmic and soothing before firing another rocket from his mechanical instrument. Ursula once more slashed her move card, prompting Terry to fire another fire ball directly at a stash of fire barrels conveniently off to the side, instantly blowing them up and spreading more fire.

Rudeboy!

From a bird's eye view, one could see the Alpha Gang in a V formation, with Francis taking point and Terry in the very back and behind them followed nothing but destruction as marijuana plants behind them were all burnt and destroyed, some still on fire. Francis fired his flare gun off to the side before firing his flamethrower once more, a skip to his step as he bobbed his head to the left and right in a rhythmic fashion much like Dr. Z.

Rudeboy!

Francis continued to fire his flamethrower as the stream of fire burnt all the plants in front of him while Terry torched any marijuana plants that managed to survive the inferno. Ed happily tossed molotovs everywhere with a huge smile on his face, as if he was throwing out presents for school kids on Christmas day. Zander held two molotovs high in the air and silently cheered for himself, pretending as if he had won a championship of some sort.