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Militia Soldier: Hold it right there!

Militia Solider: Don’t you move!

One Militia soldier stands apart from the rest of the crowd. He wears a purple and red uniform and wears stylish sunglasses. He has crazy spiky blond hair and a wide smile.

Soldier: I heard the Spidersilks were in town yesterday, but here I thought I missed my chance to see any of them. Who would have thought one of them would pop up again so soon?

Oscar: Look, I know this looks bad but, uhm…

Soldier: I am going to be made lieutenant for this capture for sure!

Oscar assumes a fighting pose, glancing nervously around him at how surrounded he is.

Militia Soldier: Be careful, Conners, the Spidersilks are supposed to be tough.

Conners: Doesn’t look so tough to me. Look at him, shaking in his boots.

Oscar: Please, you wouldn’t be acting so tough if this was just an one-on-one fight! You’ve got me outnumbered!

Conners: Oh, is that so? Alright then, how about this?

Conners: No one is to interfere with this fight. This will be between me and the Spidersilk here.

Conners: Though, before we begin, I have to ask. I recognize you picture from those posters but I believe your poster lacked a name. So what name should I give to my superiors when I capture you?

Oscar: My name’s Oscar, remember it cause after I beat you into the ground I want you to tell your superiors they need to put that name everywhere!

The large group of animals makes their way through the city. The ground beneath them suddenly begins to glow.

Raccoon: Oh, no, that can’t be good.

A large wind blows upwards from the glow, causing their cloaks to fly into the air and their disguises to fail one by one. The raccoon become Iricryo, the hamster into Sarah, the dog into Black Fox, and the cat into Red Hunt.

A Militia soldier in a black robe with the Militia symbol in the center, wearing a replica of Black Mage’s hat in Final Fantasy (it shades his face in the same fashion) stands in the center of this gathering.

Mage: Animals acting strangely, your hunch was absolutely right, lieutenant.

Parks: Good job uncovering them, Po. You do excellent work around here! Don’t know what I’d do without you.

Red Hunt: What do we do now, Master Iricryo?

Black Fox: Yeah, Iricryo. No doubt you have some genius escape plan.

Iricryo (thoughts): Maybe to get myself out of here. You guys may be out of luck.

Parks: Let me just start by saying you guys did a fantastic job of sneaking through the city. I mean, we were all on high alert after your appearance yesterday and you still made it this far. You guys really are something else!

Parks: Now, I’m sorry for busting you guy’s chops, here, but I’m going to need you all to surrender now. If you could do that, that would be great.

Sarah: This has got to be some kind of trick.

Parks: So, what do you say, Spidersilks?

Sarah: Don’t you call me that!

Parks: But that’s the name of your group, isn’t it? Spidersilks.

Parks: Well, according to my orders, you are Spidersilks. So sorry for busting your chops, but I’m just going to keep calling you Spidersilks, Spidersilks.

Iricryo: Calm down, Sarah. Rash action isn’t going to help us here.

Parks: Sorry, Spidersilk. It’s your brand.

Sarah: You’ll pay for that comment!

Parrot: See-we-arrived-safe-and-sound.

The group of players who tried to cook the turtle catches up to them, panting.

Player: That parrot must be some kind of rare find, as well. I’ve never seen one pal around with a turtle like this.

Player: Think it’s a tamable pet?

Player: Only one way to find out.

They approach the group and grab the parrot as it tries to fly away from them.

Player: Hey, stop fussing, sit still. Come on, I have a very high taming skill.

The cloak is torn slightly in the struggle, and Blue Bird is transformed back. The player lets her go in shock.

Blue Bird: Oh-hi-guys-you-see-I-can-explain-this…

Rook transforms in an instant and punches the guy across the face. The other two turn in shock, but before they can react they are both hit hard. All three lie unconscious on the floor.

Blue Bird: Was-it-necessary-to-be-so-violent?

Rook: Can’t risk our cover being given up just yet. They’ll be fine; I just knocked them cold for a few hours.

Blue Bird: I-suppose-so. I-sure-hope-the-others-arrive-soon, we’re-not-safe-like-this.

At the gate of Grandi, Osmond arrives, skidding to a stop to try to break his momentum. He pants heavily and looks up, watching Timmy’s bird land next to him.

Osmond: I beat you here! I’m even faster than your bird!

Osmond: Yeah, well I still beat you.

Timmy: Oh, yeah, Osmond, you’re definitely the winner.

His scouter begins to beep like crazy, many numbers and messages flash by.

Timmy: Well, no doubt about it. He’s definitely here.

Osmond: Ah, sir, the guy with the highest character level in the game.