BEAR - *yawns* .....Can I be honest about something?

NITRO - Hmm? What about?

BEAR - *standing up* About this whole thing. I don’t mean to sound pessimistic but I kinda doubt we’ll find any sign of that
guy in this mess.

NITRO - You mean Dylan...

BEAR - *nods* Yeah, him. Judging from all this I think it’s unlikely.

NITRO - .....Well.....

BEAR - “Well”? I mean, seeing how totally destroyed everything is, chances are he was made to nothingness.

NITRO - Well that doesn’t mean we should just quit. The possibility still remains. Heck, he could still be alive for all we know.

BEAR - And survive this mess? Is that even humanly possible?

NITRO - *slightly annoyed* You COULD stay even a little hopeful about this situation. A Rover has been lost, most likely. At
this rate I still think anything is possible.

BEAR - *sighs* .....

NITRO - *looking quizingly* Weeeeeell?

BEAR - *scratching his neck* I suppose you’re right. I mean, back with my whole situation you all thought that I was dead but it turned out otherwise in the end....*coughs* So...I guess you’re right about that in a way. But...

NITRO - But what?

BEAR - Eh, I guess I’d be a bit more optimistic about this if I actually knew the kid.

NITRO - Knowing him or not, the purpose remains the same. Besides, we were only asked to survey this because we were in
the area.

Bear nods a little and scratches his arm. Nitro goes back to her notes.

BEAR - By the way, do we even know what he looks like? Would help, I mean.

Nitro nods and pulls out a profile picture of Dylan from her pocket.

NITRO - Here. This is what we got.

She hands the photo to Bear. He looks it over, cocking an eyebrow.

BEAR - Um, got a question for you here...

NITRO - Yeah?

BEAR - *coughs* Ahem, um....what breed is he?

NITRO - *flipping through her notes* Let’s see here....*finds the page* Oh here we go. He’s 40% German Shepherd, 35%
Golden Retriever and 25% Doberman...

Bear blink hard.

BEAR - Geez, what a mix. Though I guess judging from his appearance it makes sense, not to sound mean of anything. Just
innocent observation....*looks more* Guess he likes sports too. I’m guessing he’s the laid-back, easygoing type.

Nitro takes the photo from Bear and looks at it.

NITRO - Hmm....something about him makes me think otherwise.

BEAR - *shrugging* Just my opinion. Anyway....

Bear turns back to the mess as Nitro puts away the photo and looks around.

BEAR - *lifting up a piece of sheet metal* You know, we’ve been at this all morning and it’s been quiet as heck. What gives,
anyway?

NITRO - I dunno. I haven’t been paying much attention to it....but now that you mention it, it does seem a little weird. *shrugs
and goes back to her notes*

BEAR - You’d think there’s be SOME sign of life here...

Bear feels a tap on his shoulder suddenly.

BEAR - Not now..

NITRO - *not taking any notice* What?

Bear is tapped again. He swats away, still looking at the rubble.

BEAR - What? What?

NITRO - I’m not doing anything.

Bear is tapped once again and he turns slowly in the direction of the tap.

BEAR - What’s with the tap--

He looks to his side fully and notices something different about the scenery. He stops and pans up a black figure beside him.
The figure is clad totally in black: combat boots, pants, shirt, vest and bandana wrapped over his head. It is what appears to be
a canosapien; a black Labrador retriever, it seems. Bear looks up at it, wide-eyed. The canosapien looks back at him with a
slight grin on his face.

BEAR - Duuuuhh....!!

He scrambles to his feet but ends up stumbling backwards and knocking into Nitro.

NITRO - Wh--hey!!!

They tumble to the ground. Nitro crawls out from under Bear and stands up.

NITRO - Bear, what’s your problem here?

BEAR - *still wide-eyed* H...h.....him....*points at the canosapien*

NITRO - *looking casually then back at Bear* Oh that’s just.....*does a double-take* Huh???!?!?

???? - Hello.

Bear gets up and stands in front of Nitro. She looks over his shoulder.

BEAR - The heck are you???

???? - An ally. You may refer to me as Pitch. Pitch Effeltear.

BEAR - *blinks, a little wary* Pitch as in pitch black, sort of...?

Pitch motions to himself.

PITCH - Rather self-explanatory, I’d think.

Nitro steps out, sensing non-hostility about Pitch. Bear looks at her, confused.

NITRO - So who exactly ARE you, other than in name?

PITCH - As I said, an ally. I’m here merely to aid you and him.

BEAR - *questioningly* “Aid” us?

PITCH - You are looking for a Dylan, right?

NITRO - *amazed* Well yes but.....how’d you--.

Pitch waves a finger.

PITCH - I overheard your conversation. I doubt you will find him here, in all honesty. His chances of surviving probably
weren’t too good, judging from the load of wreckage. Might want to give up.

Nitro gets a bit agitated.

NITRO - Give up??? Why?? We don’t know anything for sure yet!

PITCH - I only say that because you all have more important things to take care of, such as another assault by a General
Parvo.

Bear and Nitro get frozen looks on their faces.

BEAR - Pardon???

PITCH - Ever heard of Were Mountain?

NITRO - *shaking her head* No, we haven’t. I’m sure the other Rovers have though. Why?

PITCH - *turns away* Two miles north of that mountain is the General’s backup stronghold. He is currently building up new
forces and plans a second assault. A course of action would be good, I think.

Bear bites his lip.

BEAR - Uh oh...Looks like something came out of this survey after all. *gets out a communicator* Better inform them fast.

PITCH - *nods* Well, I’m no longer needed here.

NITRO - *trying to figure out what to say* Well uh....

Pitch starts to walk away.

PITCH - Goodbye, Bear and Nitro. Perhaps I will see you both again.

Nitro says nothing....then her eyes bug out.

NITRO - Hey wait a second!!!

Pitch stops.
 

PITCH - ...Yes? NITRO - ...How is it you know our names? Pitch turns to them and smiles. PITCH - I know many things, Nitro. Many, many things...

Bear and Nitro looks at each other, confused. When they turn back, Pitch is gone.

BEAR - Huh?? The bugger disappeared!

NITRO - *blinks* Uh....yeah.....anyway, get the Master on there fast.

Bear fiddles a bit with the communicator and the Master’s image appears seconds later.

MASTER - Bear. Nitro. Any progress?

BEAR - Yes and no. We can’t find Dylan still, but we found something else out.

MASTER - Something else??

Nitro stands by Bear’s side.

NITRO - Some canosapien called Pitch informed us that Parvo has another base he’s using two miles north of Were Mountain,
wherever that is.

The Master remains silent.

BEAR - Sir?

MASTER - Oh, sorry. Just thinking. Thank you for informing me, you two. Head over to Mission Control. I want you to assist
in this.

BEAR - Well...

NITRO - *interrupting* Of course. On our way.

The communicator shuts off. Nitro looks at Bear and puts her hands on her hips.

NITRO - What are you thinking, hmm?

BEAR - *shrugs* Well I dunno.

Nitro rolls her eyes and starts to walk off.

NITRO - You’re a piece of work, Bear. A real piece of work.

BEAR - *following her* I was gonna say yes...Really!

The scene briefly switches to the Master. He is sitting and thinking at the communication terminal.

MASTER - Pitch.................is it really possible?

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RRMC, 3 PM. A number of Rovers are all together in the main hall, standing around and waiting for the Master to show up.
Most are talking amongst themselves, though Cobber is off alone in one corner, staring off into space. DJ, who’d been chatting
with Alethia at the time, notices him and slowly approaches.

DJ – Cobb..?

COBBER - …….

DJ - *concerned* You all right?

COBBER - …….No.

DJ scratches his head. Cobb continues to stare off blankly.

DJ – It’s what I think it is, huh?

COBBER - …..I don’t want to discuss it.

DJ – Well --.

COBBER - *turning to DJ* I don’t want to talk about it, k?

DJ - *taken back* Uh, sorry! I’m just concerned, dude. You know, just…..

Cobb turns away and walks off to another side of the room. DJ just watches him as Alethia approaches.

ALETHIA – He needs time.

DJ - *sighs* But…why so distant? I was just trying to help, I mean.

ALETHIA - *nods a little* I know, but…*looking off at Cobb* It’s just how he deals with it, I suppose.

DJ – I see…

The Master then enters from the upper balcony a few moments later. All others quiet and look up at him.

MASTER – It’s pretty obvious why you’re all gathered here but here’s the situation. I know we’ve had….problems….over
the past few days, but we have to stay in action despite it all. Currently we’ve received information that Parvo’s managed to
rebuild forces about two miles north of some place called Were-Mountain. Now, do any of you know where such a place is
located?

DAWN – Well, I know that Dylan knew but….

She goes silent, as do the others. The room stays quiet for a few moments. Dawn regains herself and continues.

DAWN – I mean…don’t we have some sort of records of it?

MASTER – Well…..I’m not sure, although…

Just then, Colleen comes in from one of the adjacent halls, holding a piece of paper.

COLLEEN – We do. I have them right here, so no one’s going to get lost this time.

MASTER - *looks over and nods* All right then. That being out of the way…DJ, Dawn and Cricket will be the contact team.
In other words, you three will stay behind and maintain contact with the others in case anything should go wrong.

DJ - *nods* Understood.

MASTER – Hunter, Colleen, Exile, Blitz and Shag will take the first wave and leave in a short while. Alethia, Dervish, and
Cobber –

COBBER - *from his corner* No.

All turn to Cobber with confused looks.

MASTER – Cobber, you have –

COBBER – *coldly* I’m not going.

MASTER – Cobber, please don’t give me a hard time. You have to go either way you look at it. I’m not going to watch you
sit and brood when something needs to be done now.

COBBER - ……*low* Fine.

MASTER – That’s better. As I was saying, you three will follow up and be joined by Bear and Nitro. That should even things
out enough to where we can take Parvo out efficiently and effectively. Everyone understand?

The others nod a little bit.

MASTER – All right then, then we best get prepared.

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Boston, Massachusetts. Alan’s house, outside. Alan just finishes parking his jeep across the street from his house takes the
keys out of the ignition and sighs.

ALAN – Man…I seriously don’t get paid enough just to bartend. Pheh, tips my butt…

He puts his keys in his pocket and gets out, closing the door behind him. He walks across the street and starts up the walkway
to his house when he hears the sound of a truck stopping behind him. He stops and turns to it, wondering what’s going on. Two
men in black uniforms exit the truck and start to walk up to Alan.

MAN 1 - *stopping in front of Alan* Alan Cook?

ALAN - *confused* Uh….yeah. Who –

Immediately the man socks Alan in the stomach, knocking him to his knees and gasping for air.

MAN 1 – Thought so. *motions to the other man* Tie him up.

The second man takes out a long rope and grabs Alan’s arms, tying them together. Alan struggles as best he can but can’t get
free. The first man looks over at the truck as two canomutants come from the back and approach.

MAN 1 - *nodding* Toss him in the back.
 

The mutants nod and harshly pull Alan off the ground and drag him towards the back of the truck. Alan, of course, is both confused and ticked off. ALAN – The hell are you doing?!?!? Let me go!!!

MAN 2 - *opening the back of the truck* General Parvo doesn’t take kindly to traitors, Cook. He has some unfinished
business with you.

ALAN – What?!?!?

MAN 2 – Just shut up.

He snaps his fingers and one of the mutants slams Alan in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. The mutants then
fling him into the truck and climb in as well. The second man closes the back of the truck and goes back to the front and climbs
in the passenger side, joining the first man again, who is already back in the driver’s side.

MAN 1 – Good. Let’s get out of here.

He starts the truck and the assailants drive off quickly, Alan in tow….

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Parvo’s base, 5:32 PM. Jake is casually looking out the highest balcony, thinking…which translates to mere planning for him.
He has a cunning grin on his face.

JAKE - *in thought* Funny how Parvo is just chatting away uselessly with Storm down there. They aren’t even prepared for
the dumb Rovers to show up, and knowing them, they will…and right on schedule, probably. Heh heh, but either way, I’m
more than ready to torture those mongrels! Now --.

Just then a lowly canomutant enters from behind Jake.

CANOMUTANT – Jake, sir!

He salutes. Jake turns to him.

JAKE – What do you want?

CANOMUTANT – Your devices are nearly complete, sir!

JAKE - *grinning* Good. But make sure they’re finished within the next hour or I’ll have your head!

He bears his sharp teeth and the mutant gets a tad skittish.

CANOMUTANT - *nervous* Y-yes sir!

He salutes and exits. Jake returns to his balcony, grinning vilely.

JAKE – I’m soooooooooooo going to enjoy this….Heheheheheheh…….

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Meanwhile, at RRMC, the Rovers are gathered again in the main hall, except for DJ, Dawn and Cricket, who are in the
communications room. Hunter, Colleen, Blitz, Exile and Shag are all prepared and ready to embark. The Master stands at the
balcony again.

MASTER – All ready?

HUNTER - *nods* Ready as ever, Master. Right guys?

EXILE – Right comrade!

BLITZ – Jah, but let’s make dis quick, okay? Dere’s a peppermint milkshake calling my name in the kitchen.

COLLEEN - …I forgot. What IS your name again?

BLITZ - *sighs* I give up…

Colleen chuckles to herself. Shag just casually munches a few cookies.

MASTER – Well then, best of luck, my Rovers!

HUNTER - *nods* Let’s hit the road, Rovers!

They howl and dash off in the direction of the docking bay. The remaining Rovers turn to face the Master.

DERVISH – So…..now what? Play a board game or something?

MASTER - *shakes his head* They were sent ahead to serve as the main attacking squad. As I said, the rest of you will leave
shortly to serve as backup and to clean up the leftover odds and ends.

DERVISH - *cocks an eyebrow* So lemme get this straight: they do the work and we’re the clean-up crew?

MASTER – In short, yes.

DERVISH – Aww….*bummed expression* I wanted a little more action for once.

ALETHIA - *opening her mouth, then stopping for a moment* …You get enough of that on every mission, you know. Slow
down a little.

DERVISH – Yeah but….eh, fine.

MASTER – ANYway, for both teams, DJ, Dawn and Cricket will serve as the spotters and maintain contact with all of you so
that things go as planned.

ALETHIA – Makes sense to me but…how can we be sure things will go fine?

MASTER – Well…..technically we can’t be sure, but things SHOULD work out without too much trouble.

COBBER - *by himself to one side* Yeah….maybe….

Just then Bear and Nitro enter from behind finally. Bear stands there, looking around.

BEAR - …Heh, nothing’s changed. Still looks like a --.

Nitro pinches his arm. Bear yelps.

BEAR – Ow!

NITRO - *stern* Comments later. *turns to the Master* I see the upkeep’s been all right around here. Not bad.

MASTER - *nods with a smile* Yeah, it’s been tidy around here. I’m glad you two could make it. That evens out the teams of
five and five now.

BEAR – Um, team? *looks over at Alethia, Dervish and Cobber, the former of the two waving innocently* Oh. Heh, that
works. So when do we leave?

MASTER – In a while, once we receive positive word from the main team. Upon that, we’ll move.

NITRO - *nods* Fine by me.

COBBER - ……..Uh huh…

The others just look at Cobber. He makes no motion to converse.

ALETHIA – *concerned* Now I’m REALLY worried about him..

DERVISH - ………..Yeah……….

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The Sky Rover, 1 hour later (ever notice how quickly things go in cartoons?). The first squad has just flown over Were
Mountain and is slowly getting near Parvo’s base. Once again Hunter is at the controls while Colleen co-pilots.

COLLEEN – According to the readings, the base should be just ahead a ways.

HUNTER – Cool! Then let’s land!

Hunter starts to take the Sky Rover down. In the meantime, the others reach down and take out safety helmets from under their
seats and strap them on. As usual, in mere seconds, the Sky Rover manages to crash in the wooded area, though a good
distance from the base, fortunately. Once it stops, Hunter gets up and wrings his hands, smiling.

HUNTER – Heh, well that one wasn’t too bumpy.

He looks over at Colleen…who has ended up upside-down in her seat.

COLLEEN - …Are you SURE a dog license counts for a pilot’s license as well?

HUNTER - *shrugs* Why not? They both have ‘license’ in them.

The others groan. Eventually everyone gets to their feet and they exit the Sky Rover. They take note of the base not too far off
from them.

BLITZ – Oh dis’ll be easy! I’ll lead this time!

Like a moron, he runs ahead towards the base. The others stand there, confused.

HUNTER - *scratches his chin* Sometimes I think I’m missing something here with Blitz.

EXILE - *rolls his eyes* Always weird boy, onceski weird boy.

They hurry after Blitz, who has managed to find a cluster of bushes close enough to the base to hide in. He motions the others
in.

EXILE - *amazed* Okay, maybe not so weird boy today.

They all hide in the bushes with Blitz and peer out at the base. Apparently there aren’t any guards outside, which is pretty odd
considering Parvo’s frequent security problems.

BLITZ – No guards? Dis IS easy!

COLLEEN – Shhhh!

BLITZ – What?

HUNTER - *whispering* She said “Shhhh!”

BLITZ – I know dat!

HUNTER & COLLEEN – Shhhh!

BLITZ – Why do I have to hush?? Dere’s no one here!

ALL ELSE – SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

BLITZ - *very annoyed* Look, vhy do I have to shut up?! Dere’s no guards here and --.

Suddenly Blitz is yanked up by his collar and hangs in the air. He turns his head to see a canomutant grinning back at him.
Blitz’s ears droop back and he smiles nervously.

BLITZ – *nervous* Uh…..hi.

He looks around at four other canomutants around him. They aim their guns into the bushes and the other Rovers slowly rise up
from them.

COLLEEN – *sarcastic* Oh bloomin’ wonderful!

HUNTER - *looking around* Uh, hi guys! See any good movies lately?

One of the canomutants sticks its gun straight in Hunter’s face and growls.

HUNTER – Heh…okay, I guess not.

BLITZ - ……

EXILE - *groans* Nyet, still weird boy.

The canomutants begin to lead the Rovers away towards the base.

COLLEEN – This is NOT going to look good on our records.

HUNTER - *slightly optimistic* Hey, at least they didn’t tie us up or anything.

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RRMC, 8:20 PM, communications room. DJ is sitting in a chair with Dawn and Cricket, all bored as heck from waiting.

DJ – Okay, you’d think they’d make some sort of contact by now. *sighs* Are they really that sluggish with this?

DAWN - *shrugs* Well knowing Blitz, he’s probably driving them nuts by now. Might be why they haven’t said anything yet.

CRICKET – Yeah…but….maybe we should at least check on them. You know, just to see how they’re doing.

DJ - *nods* Might as well, I guess. Someone has to start, I mean.

He gets up and taps a few keys on the main control panel and he puts on a nearby headset. Dawn and Cricket watch.

DJ – Home base to Squad 1. Do you read? Over.

…No answer…

DJ - *confused* Home base to Squad 1. Are you there? Over.

….Nothing still. DJ raises his eyebrows…

DJ – Hunter! Pick up your dang end already!

Nada. DJ quickly turns to the other two, slightly panicked.

DAWN – What’s up??

DJ – I think we have a problem here…

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Meanwhile, in the holding cells under Parvo’s base…

HUNTER – Okay, they DID tie us up.

Hunter, Colleen, Blitz, Shag and Exile are all seen in a cell, tied up at the wrists and the ankles. Shag sits there, whimpering.

EXILE – It’ll be dokey okey, Shag. No worry….*turns to Blitz* But if some weird boy didn’t let his trap for bear loose --.

BLITZ - *annoyed* Hey, I vas leading right for once, Snow Cone!

COLLEEN - *sighs* Boys…go fig.

Just then three canomutant guards come to the door of the cell, followed by Parvo and the Groomer. The Rovers look at them,
hardly amused.

PARVO – *grins* Well well…who let the dogs out? Or rather, who rounded them up?

GROOMER – Good one, General!

PARVO - *beams* It was, wasn’t it?

The Rovers groan over how lame the joke was.

PARVO – Hush, you mutts! I figured you’d find where I was, but as you can see, I was more than prepared. *laughs* Hope
you like the accommodations because you’ll be getting used to them for quite a while.

BLITZ - *pitifully* Please! I don’t vanna stay here! I’m not really a Road Rover! I’m just an obsessed fan of theirs that like to
dress this vay! Pleeeeeeeease let me gooooooooo!!

He cries. The others just roll their eyes.

GROOMER & COLLEEN – Oh shut up…

Blitz stops and stays cowering where he sits.

HUNTER – You’re not gonna get away with this, you know. Once the others get --.

COLLEEN – Huntie! Shhh!

HUNTER - …Oops…

PARVO - *interested* So other mongrels are on the way, hmm? *sneers* I believe we already have plans for them.

COLLEEN – Plans???

PARVO - *grinning* I haven’t time to stand here and chat with you Rovers. I have business to attend to. In the meantime, get
acquainted with the rats around here. I’m sure you’ll become best *cough* best of-f-f *coughwheeze*…

GROOMER – Lozenge?

PARVO - *cough* ….No thanks…

They walk off, leaving the guards to watch them.

COLLEEN - *hangs her head* This looks bad, Huntie.

HUNTER – Yeah, but we’ll get out of this…..somehow….

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RRMC, 9 PM. Everyone is once again gathered in the main hall as the Master begins to speak (tired of the constant scene
shifts? Heh, better get used to it).

MASTER – Not one sound at all?

DJ - *shaking his head* Not one. The communicators were all on when they left but I got no reply when I tried to contact
them.

MASTER – I see…This is troubling, Rovers. If they aren’t responding at all, then there’s a great possibility that they’ve been
captured.

DERVISH – Which is no surprise to me, especially with “milkshake for brains” with them.

Dawn snickers, as does DJ.

DAWN – That’s a new one.

MASTER – That being the case, you all best hurry after and follow up for them right now. Get them out of there as quickly as
possible.

BEAR – Um, but we still have to finish the original objective, I’m guessing?

MASTER – Naturally.

A slight groan goes through the group.

DERVISH – Eh, okay. Guess we have to one way or another.

MASTER - *nods* Better hurry, Rovers! I doubt there’s very much time!

DJ – *nods in agreement* We’ll spot again from here. Just be careful.

DERVISH - *shrugs* Hey, not like it’s something we haven’t done before. *turns to the others* Shall we mosey on out now?

ALL – “Mosey”?

DERVISH - *winks* It’s a cool word.

He hurries out to the docking bay and the rest follow…though Cobber slowly trudges after.

MASTER - *noticing* …Cobber?

Cobb stops, then looks over his shoulder a little bit.

COBBER - …..Yeah?

MASTER - ……Nevermind.

COBBER - …….

He follows the others out again.

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11 PM, Parvo’s base (again). Parvo and the Groomer are once again talking with Storm. Parvo shakes hands with Storm, both
men smiling.

PARVO – So it’s a done deal then: your firepower for some of my technology.

STORM – Fair enough trade, I would think. It should help greatly with what I have planned soon.

PARVO - *snorts* Yes, well, it should. Sure you won’t stay and watch us destroy those meddling Rovers once and for all?

STORM - *shaking his head* Would love to, but I have other things to attend to, if you know what I mean.

Both laugh a little.

PARVO – Your business. *shakes Storm’s hand again* Pleasure doing business.

STORM – Likewise, General.

Storm turns and walks off towards his helicopter outside.

PARVO - *watching after* Heh heh…gullible idiot.

GROOMER – What’s so funny, General?

PARVO – Oh nothing….just nothing at all.

Just then two men come in, dragging Alan Cook with them, who is now conscious and struggling. They stop at Parvo.

MAN 1 - *saluting* General Parvo, sir. We’ve brought Cook back with us.

PARVO - *slits eyes* I can SEE that. *approaches Alan* Welcome back, Cook.

He grins. Alan shoots a look of disgust at Parvo.

ALAN – What the hell do you want with me anymore, Parvo?!

PARVO – Simple. I despise traitors, and you just happen to be one.

ALAN - *hateful* Think I care?! I had good reason to quit working for you, scumbag!

PARVO - *laughs* Oh really…Either way you’re a traitor to my cause.

ALAN - *eyes Parvo* Your cause is nothing more than a load of sh--.

Parvo socks Alan hard in the stomach, leaving him gasping for breath.

PARVO – As I was saying…*turns to the men* Lock him up! We’ll let him stay there until he knows I mean business.

MAN 1 – Yes sir!

The men drag Alan off.

GROOMER - *playing with Parvo’s mustache* Oooh I love it when you lock them up like that.

PARVO - *chuckles* And it’s much more fun with things like him.

Over in a doorway we soon see Jake standing there out of the view of Parvo and the Groomer. He grins vilely.

JAKE – Heh heh heh heh…He’ll know we mean business when I’m through with him…

Just then a canomutant runs up to Jake and salutes.

CANOMUTANT – Jake, sir, the devices are finished.

JAKE - *grinning* Good. Now I won’t have to rip you apart.

CANOMUTANT - *slightly shaky* Uh….correct, sir!

JAKE - Give one to each of our five best and send them out to wait for the rest of the trash dogs.

CANOMUTANT - *nods* Yes sir!

The canomutant runs off.

JAKE - *laughing quietly to himself* I’m going to enjoy their pain soooooo much.