“Kowalski!” Johnson repeated.

“W-what are Du guys doing here?”

“Why, we work here!” Johnson sagte in an obvious tone

“But what about your untimely demise?” Private asked

“Oh, Smith sagte it was all standard, that Du were all in on it. Apparantly he was wrong.” Manfretti explained

“Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but John Smith is a despicable creature bent on world domination through these nanobots.” Skipper said

“We thought he might have another idea for them. Which is why we came up with a backup plan. In each and everyone of them, we inserted small radar. The radar is hooked up to this computer. With the proper coding sequence, we can blow up every single one of these little buggers.” Johnson explained

“But wouldn’t the computer coding cause a chain reaction if the nanobots were within close vicinity, resulting in a nuclear fireball?” Kowalski reasoned

“Well, yes. Which is why we specially designed the exterior of this room to be bomb proof.”

“Well, in that case, feuer it up!” Brook exclaimed.

“All right. I’ll set it on a seven Minute timer. That should give us enough time to get to the Garage.” Manfretti typed into the keyboard. Illiterate nonsense flickered by, until the screen went blue.

“Oh, dear.”

“What is it?”

“Well, it appears that the sequence has started. But a few of these bots have gotten into our septic system, and are in pipes throughout the zoo. Our only hope is the electromagnetic field we have centered on the outside to keep everything in.”

“Well, let’s not just stand around! Let’s get going!” Wheeler shouted. They ran. It took them only a few Minuten to reach the Garage. It was silver, and had three RC corvettes in the room, all dyed pitch black and topless. One of them whistled. “Dang!”

“I know, right? We’ll have to take another car; we won’t be able to fit everyone into just one car.” Johnson explained. Manfretti took Skipper, Marlene, Brook, Private, and Kowalski in one car, and Johnson took the rest in the other car.
The garage door opened, allowing sunlight to shine through. Rubber burnt, and the cars sped through the night. Not a Sekunde too soon, for right behind them the whole zoo erupted in flame. The flames scorched the back and sides of the cars.

“Woooo-eeeee!” cried Rico, tongue flapping in the breeze. They laughed. They started relaxing into their seats, when suddenly two sewer grates behind them flew open, ejecting two black mustang RC’s and Rattlers at the wheels.

“The bad guys always get the good stuff!” Manfretti shouted in disgust.

“Ain’t that the truth!” Kowalski yelled back. The chase was on – around lampposts, straße corners, and a little old lady who tried to hit them with their purse. Manfretti veered sharply around a lamppost, sending Marlene out of the car. Skipper grabbed her paws, struggling to keep her in as the car moved back on course. Marlene flew back inside, landing square on Skipper chest. Both of them smiled nervously, not wanting to move. That is, until another bump sent them back into their seats.

Skipper looked out the back. “What happened to the other one?” He asked

“Oh, we got rid of it a while back. Du were snuggling in the back and missed it.”

“We weren’t snuggling!” Marlene protested

“Calm down, it’s okay.” Brook assured. Marlene glared at her, sending Brook into a nervous blank stare forward. The whole car seemed to be awkward.
Eventually, they reached Central Park. Both cars were run down, and barely running. The last mustang had blown into a popcorn stand, puppy, mailbox, feuer hydrant, angry blue cat chasing a ferocious brown maus with a hammer, and finally a trash compactor.

All of the Tiere were completely beat as they trudged off to their respective habitats. Skipper was comforting Marlene through the night in her habitat, while Brook took his bunk. Manfretti, Johnson and Kowalski had a lot to catch up on.
Their time racing against the clock had put a toll on all of them, although they tried not to Zeigen it. Wheeler’s team went back underground, severing all connections with the team. Everybody was Mehr suspicious of everybody else, and even Private had a bit of a Paranoia cap.

It wasn’t long before a letter came that called Skipper back to deal with the consequences of his actions.

He was watching the others train on oben, nach oben of the ice floe. Suddenly, a pigeon flapped in front of him, panting heavily. It dropped a letter at his feet.

“A court summons from the High court, addressed to Skipper P.” He said. Skipper picked up the letter as the Pigeon flew off.
He watched the bird fly away, and then slowly opened the letter.

“To Whom It May Concern,

Skipper P. is hereby summoned Von the Court Mariners of Philadelphia on account of acts of Arson, Kidnapping, and Misuse of Office.

Signed, John A. Smith”