Madvillainy Trouble Funk

Madvillainy Trouble Funk, also known as the Trouble Breaks, are a series regarding the many battles fought between the Deadly Alliance, the experiments of E.A.B. Experimentation, Inc., and the gods of an underground civilization, and the chosen small friend group of fellow EPF agent RealMax, along with his friends, allies and other neutral individuals. Essentially, a group of regular young adults agaunst individuals and groups with higher powers. Originally started off of a quick peak at a meeting about the EPF by fellow members of the Alliance in secret, they randomly chose an individual to mess around or possibly ruin, and their chosen target was an individual named Maxwell Garlatraz, and decided to tick him off. As a result, his friends came to his side, had to take lessons in forms of fighting, and having to become amateurish ninjas, and overcoming their troubles with the Alliance.

The first part, Madvillainy Madness, first involves the many quarrels and fights of Tarkus Vann Metre, better known as the Ice Dragon, as part of the said picking a select member to ruin. The second part, was involvement of the E.A.B. Experimentation, Inc. team and it's many experiments. The third and final part involves the discovery of a past-thriving secret civilization underground and it's eventual fate. All three of the Trouble Funk Villainy as it is also called has the group of four friends being attacked, threatened or almost killed by these threats whether by purpose, accidental overhearing or a volunteering event going wrong. As a result, a back and forth argument and series of battles took place, with each friend of Max's group going at it at a separate member of the Alliance, same for the Experimentals, while the secret civilazation was pure accident and they faced it's end.

Madvillainy Madness
Madvillainy Madness is the first part of the Madvillainy Trouble Funk saga. It involves the four friends being harassed by the Deadly Alliance, then defeating them.

Prologue
9:30 AM, January 7th, 2020 Deadly Alliance Fortress, Borders of the Antarctic Peninsula, Happyface State and Trans-Antarctica

Ice Dragon was still thinking of who to raid next. He and his group have been at it for a while, and they have almost lost interest in who to choose to ruin next. The group were at their meeting table, all thinking or thinking to themselves on what was happening. The serious ones like Ninjasaurus or Ketchup were brainstorming ideas on who to tick off next, while some individuals like Billy Jamie or Steven D were planning on other things after work. The room was cold, of course as it usually is, the seats were “lukewarm,” and the overall atmosphere was, of course, dank in nature. The table was cold too, a polished cobblestone one, and the shining reflection of the lights that were attached above the table reflected upon the table. The room was strange, a huge room with two large balcony-like decks to the sides, and a single table in the center, with the entrance doors to the sides of the room. The members kept thinking of ideas, but nothing came to mind. However, one idea came to mind, and was the pin-pointed answer to this occasion.

“Well, aren’t there any other forms of bots or “bait,” that can be used for this matter,” called Ketchup.

“Actually, that is a good idea, Ketchup. If I am not mistaken, we have made several forms of spy bots or something like that, I forgot a little bit.” replied Ice Dragon.

“I do remember whisperings of several bots being manufactured and tinkered around as prototypes. Steven, if I recall, you were making prototype bots, first with figure-sized ones?”

“Yes. I was tinkering while doing mechanics, and Kligerman brought some custom mechanical figures he made, and he brought up the idea of using them to hide in between cracks and gaps, attached with small cameras, where they can monitor the insides of buildings, and can be not somewhat be seen due to their size.” replied Steven D, better known as simply Steven.

“Oh really? Kliger-Boy gave you the idea? Well I am impressed. A round of applause to Kligerman folks.” responded Ice Dragon to Steven’s statement.

A small round of clapping formed, and Kligerman felt proud. Back on topic now.

“Unfortunately, all of these prototypes were malfunctioning due to faulty wiring. I may not be the best wirer, but at least I try. To be fair, most of them broke but the ones that lasted longer were somewhat complicated and complex to build.”

“Very well then Steven, we must work on new models then, eh?” Ice Dragon said, as he gave out a suggestion.

“I suppose.” agreed Steven.

The group tossed ideas around of what these machines should look like. Bots are not new to the Alliance; in fact, they have been making them not too long ago. An example would be when Ketchup’s original body was willingly donated in order to have his cyborg transformation. In that instance, several medical alliance bots operated the surgery, and was a success. Several server bots are in operation. These server bots are programmed to range from mechanic assistants, to fighting opponents for those in training, who can give the best kicks and punches, and are prone to being attacked in return, because they are programmed to do that.

They pulled out pieces of papers with pens given by an assistant bot, and drew ideas of what kind of mini-bots would be used for this new infiltration mission they haven’t fully conceived of writing or how it would plan out, all that is known is that mini-bots would be used or associated with it.

Their drawings ranged in different shapes and sizes: from board-shaped bots on wheels, to small penguin-like figures, to seals, to terns, and crabs. They all had creative ideas even, like an insect or even a piece of broken rock. Eventually, it all came to an insect-stone-board-like mechanical bot. After the meeting, the training of each member was unpaused, and the main handy-man who will be given the project would be Steven. They were all dismissed back to their current businesses. Steven D, went to his personal exercising room next to his room, got an outfit fitted for this, and with Kligerman’s assistance, got working on several bots.

They would notify Ice Dragon, the leader of the Alliance, that they would go out to the nearest town with a junkyard, and steal several pieces of broken or unused metals, to which they did. Finding the nearest junkyard with their tools, they climbed the pokey barb-wire fence, to which they had no trouble, since Steven and Kligermen went through the different stages of training.

“Man, I know we have had training before but these fences are still pokey!” said Kligerman.

“Yeah dude, can’t argue about that one.” said Steven.

Going through what seemed to be a metal jungle, they looked through every crushed car, every broken piece of broken motors, through the interiors of malfunctioned cars, they found many pieces of iron to use. From broken car windshields, to pieces of cars with a "cutted" side, to the screws of the mentioned broken motors or even the tiniest piece and chunks of the "skin" of the cars (which were pieces of steel, iron, metal or copper), they properly removed one piece at a time using their cutting utensils and large bags they would put the pieces in. They even decided to remove and jack car radios, since they have additional cables that could be fixed and tinkered with. Slowly but surely, they removed the cables and radio and put it in their bags. It was during broad daylight, so they could have easily been spotted. But due to either sheer luck or nothing, they successfully got out of it alive, and with bags full of junk, they steadily waddled back to the barbed-wire fence they climbed over. But, something yelled at them from behind. It was the owner. They were spotted.

“Hey! What are you two trespassing?!” said the unsuspecting junkyard owner.

The two are in deep trouble.

“Kliger, come on, let’s go!” yelled Steven.

“Yeah but dang these bags are heavy!” responded a struggling Kligerman.

“Yeah, what do you expect?”

The two struggled to run but knew their original path. With their bags in hand, they ran and ran for their lives. What they didn’t know is that the junkyard owner was a former soldier, and he decided to literally bring up the big guns. He whipped out a small sniper rifle. Without them realizing, boom, a shot goes off.

Now they are on the brink of being injured or seriously hurt.

“Crap, he’s got the big boys here!” yelled Steven.

“I’m trying to reach the fence with you, man! Hey! Let’s zigzag or something!” responded Kligerman in a quick thinking move.

“Good idea!”

The two villains, the young and the old, zigzagged and jumped so the bullets could not hit them. One boom, a bullet strikes a car. Another boom, it striked the snowy gravel where they are. Another boom strikes the fence. It took them a while holding their semi-heavy bags but made it to the fence. Upon reaching the fence, the two threw their bags over the fence, landing on the other side, and now, it was time to climb over the fence. Since they were still being shot at, they tried to zigzag their way by climbing, and it looked very strange, as if they were having a stroke mid-climbing.

After reaching the top, they forced themselves down, falling and hitting the gravel, especially Kligerman, landing on his back, while Steven landed on his feet and rolled. Steven picked Kligerman back on his feet and gave him his bag.

“Oh man, my freakin’ back dude!” groaned Kligerman in agony.

“Hold your pain, boy! And have your bag, we have our getaways over there!” responded Steven.

Their getaway vehicles? Two stolen pizza joint-themed scooters. Despite being small and having moderate speeds, the two jumped on them, tied the bags to their scooters, started to scooters up and sped away, for whom the owner didn’t see, but, not surprisingly, dialed the local authorities. The two sped away on their vehicles, and made a turn on a bushy and grassy trail at a local park. The trail looked abandoned as huge amounts of bushes were in the way and the grass was taller than usual. The trees looked normal. The two would abandon their vehicles, neatly hiding them in a large bush that poked out of the grass, and would walk through the trail. Turns out the trail they came from was their lead from where the last came from the Alliance Fortress. Through a set of marked trees after the trail ended, they went up the marked trees on a hill where the trees were, and soon met up the Alliance doors.

Steven D pressed the entrance button outside the fenced fortress.

“Yo, we got the stuff, and crap.” said Steven.

“Okay boys, hold on..!” responded Vapor in the control room at the current moment.

The gates opened, and the two penguins walked through the lot in front of the main door or, more appropriately, gates, as they passed personal vehicles of theirs and the other members. After passing them by, with their ID’s in their pockets, they swiped their cards through a ID card terminal, they both entered one at a time, since the doors have motion sensors of who enters first. As Steven entered, the door closed fast. Kligerman entered secondly, and the two with their bags came to a hangout room, where they announced that they had returned. Ice Dragon, upon hearing this, walked into the room, making notable semi-loud footsteps in the process, going under a ridiculously small door for his size.

The two layed out the bags on a larger table in the room, and every single piece of iron and cable fell out, including the jacked car radios. The two would speak on the pieces of metal.

“I see you have gotten the parts, yes?” asked Ice Dragon.

“Yes indeed boss!” responded Kligerman.

“Yeah, we went through every car and pieces of other junk to collect these pieces.” responded Steven also.

“Good, there are several unfinished bots I managed to dumpster dive into. So, yeah, we do have some broken prototypes and I don't ask dumpster diving, and here they are.”

He layed out several broken prototypes: a crab, a regular penguin, a puffle, a board, and a simple square. After talking with Ice Dragon and his other superior Ninjasaurus, they decided to work on those prototypes, and if they actually fail, then the pieces of iron, steel and other materials with the cables would be their second option. After placing all of the materials in a big box, they went to work. Kligerman and Steven soon went into the engineering room in order to craft some materials and refix broken cables from the prototypes, and in only a couple of nine hours, finished the models, albeit with them taking breaks, such as lunch time and a thirty minute physical training routine, they were able to refix and have the bots back on track.

As they completed them, they went to the “main deck,” the room where they all had their meeting earlier, and everyone came. One after one, in all introductions; Vapor materializing in front of them with a trail of vapor following, The Stranger oozing through the room wall leaving a trail of a black sticky substance, Ninjasaurus appearing out of nowhere thanks to his invisibility powers, and Boon Tobias emerging from a shadowy corner from the unlit areas of the huge room. All the members entered the room, and finally, Ice Dragon arrived, noticing the machines, and with everyone here, he led the proceedings to show off the little machines and their capabilities.

“Well then, you have now programmed them if that is the case?”

“Oh yeah yeah, that, here, Steven, hold one and I will point out it’s features.”

“Sure thing.”

Steven, holding up on the fixed figure-shaped bots, first held up a small little bot resembling a penguin. Kligerman soon introduced the machine and showed it’s mechanics, with a small remote controlled panel.

“This, boss, is one of our programmed bots; one resembling a penguin. We have painted it to resemble bricks or the wall of a cave or something like that.” said Kligerman.

“Very nice…”

“And with this panel controlling thingamajig, we can control the little robot and it’s buddies.” said Steven.

Pressing amongst one of the many buttons on the yellow panel, the small bot penguin moved and with little wheels on its feet, moved and turned, while making machinery noises that are often heard in toys that have movable features. The small object moved and it’s eyes glowed a white hue. The panel could change it’s features, such as an A.I. voice, programmed modes and all of the other built-in materials. They also showed off the other bots, such as the crab and board-shaped bots. After having a small debate, it was proposed what they should do next.

“Well, they are all great, but who is the perfect one?” asked Boon Tobias.

“Exactly, which one is the perfect one to use to mess around with some random penguin?” also asked Ketchup.

“I’d argue it’s the board one.” answered Vapor.

“I go for the penguin.” answered The Stranger.

A small non-shouting debate occurred, and everyone was chatting about how it should work and which one would be eligible to win. Then, Ice Dragon had an idea.

“Hey, how about this, maybe we should do a vote ballot? How does that work?” asked Ice Dragon.

“Sure thing boss, that works right boys?” answered and questioned Ninjasaurus.

After giving out a sheet of paper and the name of the bot they chose to opt for, and reviewing each sheet, it was determined that the board-like bot is to be used. After announcing the winning of the bot, Ice Dragon proposed to Kligerman and Steven to fix it a bit, maybe an antenna, a camera and a new control panel. After the winning bot’s announcement, the rest of the members went off to train, and Kligerman and Steven were off to refix and change several old and new components to the bot. The plan was in motion. Unbeknownst to Kligerman and Steven, Ice Dragon and Ninjasaurus were already set for what they are about to do with the bot.

“Tarkus, are we sure we are about to set this bot in motion at the agent headquarters on the island next to the peninsula?” asked Ninjasaurus.

“Indeed, but we must choose who to ruin, because we’ve done that to some half a dozen regular penguins, and if one of them is more prominent in a form of popularity or anything of the sort.” answered Ice Dragon.

“So, anyone popular?”

“Not necessarily, but someone who is somewhat famous, like a member of the Lagois Family or some other individual. Or just another random individual who happens to be in the agency.”

“Okay then, when shall we commence?”

“I’d say in a week. I heard whispering that there is another meeting happening, not a big one like a new super villain on the rise, but I heard it has to do with statistics.”

“Alright then. I’ll get back to training, and I will set the date.”

“Alright Ninjasaur…”

The plan was in motion, and in a week, they would eventually plan out what to do. But first, the members should have extra training hours and routine changes, and the strings on how these missions would go will be told to the members of the Alliance. After a week’s past, with the members trained, and routines changed, along with extra credited work to the members and the steps of each mission to it to work in an orderly manner, it was now time to go. After launching the PUFFLE-5, it was time to enter the mission.

Chapter One, “Enter”
1:31 PM, January 14th, 2020 Mountains of Club Penguin Island

The PUFFLE-5 has flown over various cities, towns, mountains and forests through the west of the Antarctic Peninsula, and now overseas. They just entered the realm of the very usual cold waters going past the snowy beachside. The sea was immense in size, with them being so high in the sky, they saw large rocks as puffle-sized obviously due to perspective from the sky. Kligerman and Billy Jamie were standing on the floor of the long RV-like van, specifically “dropout doors,” two doors that dropped enemies and pawns from the sky beneath the van. Upfront was Steven D and The Stranger on the front of the vehicle.

Kligerman and Billy were holding two briefcase-like bags, and they were ready to be dropped from the sky. The PUFFLE-5 was now starting to enter the water territories of Club Penguin Island, and the two penguins were getting ready.

“Alright you two, are you guys ready to drop into snow?” asked Steven D, also known as Steven.

“I am a bit anxious…” answered Kligerman.

“Don’t be dude! Sure, I’ve been in this for only a year and half I think, but I spend my time in the free falling simulators in the temple.” replied Billy Jamie to Kligerman’s answer.

“Oh…”

“Oh brother, come on Kligerman, don’t be a wuss, I used to be in heists where we’d hijacked planes and dropped from the sky.” replied The Stranger to Kligerman’s answer.

“Yeah, that’s because that was you!” replied a bugged and embarrassed Kligerman.

“HEY! Don’t start with me boy.”

“Alright you two shut up, we don’t want another argument and bailing out of this mission is like a certain “harmless” mission back then, the boss sent us out here and it is our mission, so Kliger-Boy, act like a man for this one.” Steven said, scolding Kligerman and The Stranger.

“Alright, fine.” replied Kligerman.

After the short argument, the PUFFLE-5 approached the mountains of Club Penguin Island, within a small forest, in an area where snow has fallen the most, and in the heat of the moment, it was ready to drop the two members into the snow.

“Alright, you two ready?” asked Steven.

“No-” said Kligerman before being cut off.

“Yes sir.” answered Billy.

“Alright cool. We are approaching the forests.”

“Wait, should we tell them we forgot parachutes?” whispered The Stranger to Steven’s ear.

“Sure, but you tell them okay?” whispered Steven back to The Stranger.”

“Alright, fine.”

“Hey what’s up with the chit-chat there?” asked Kligerman.

“Oh, well, um, how do I put this…” replied The Stranger.

“Just say it bro.”

“Oh yeah! We forgot parachutes.”

“Wait-” said Billy before being cut off.

“WHAT?!” said a now agitated and paranoid Kligerman in the moment.

“I wish the best for you boys!” happily and sarcastically said Steven.

As soon as Steven said what he said, he opened the floor doors, and the two penguins fell from the aircraft and fell almost a hundred feet to the snow. The two, of course being abruptly dropped, screamed as they fell, with their bags falling as well. The PUFFLE-5 made a far U-turn and went back to the Alliance headquarters. Kligerman screamed the most while Billy Jamie, while yes he was screaming, because of his said indoor aerial practice, soon cut off his screaming.

As they came seconds closer and closer to the ground, Billy rolled into a ball-like shape, with his feet propped from ground landing, while Kligerman on the other hand was flailing and not paying attention. Looks like Kligerman was a wuss indeed, but no one can blame him. After they entered the forest, they landed in a big pile of snow, with Billy landing inside the snow and rolling out of the snow and slided on a small little mound next to the snow and sliding only a couple feet away, and Kligerman landed inside the snow with no following physical action. Their bags came flying down the sky and it turned out they had mini-parachutes inserted in them, for when they fall from a high feet level they can land softly albeit noisy on the ground from the sky.

Billy went up the hill to see the packages with their small parachutes all foiled, and of course, checked up on Kligerman.

“Yo Kligerman, you alright?” asked Billy.

“What?” responded a muffled Kligerman under the snow.

“What? I can’t hear you!”

“I said what?”

“Okay you know what-”

Billy soon wiped the snow off of his face and neck.

“What?” said a now comprehensible Kligerman.

“What you were saying?”

“What! I said what!

“Okay okay, I'm sorry, look, we made it, but are you hurt or anything?”

“I think I dislocated my wing dude!”

“Well here bro!”

Pulling Kligerman by his non-dislocated arm, and without warning, despite being smaller than Kligerman, literally relocated his wing bone joints, making a cracking sound. Of course, as anyone should, Kligerman yelped in pain.

“OW YOU SON OF A SQUID BRO!” yelled Kligerman, yelling his famous emalf.

“Well I am sorry dude, but at least your arm is fixed right?” asked Billy.

“NO YOU MESSED IT-Wow, it’s actually moving and grappling?” responded a now confused but assuring Kligerman.

“You see?”

“Well I guess I should say thanks, but it feels weird now…”

“I know, but, let’s go now, we are losing time. Get the cases, and let’s go.”

The two soon waddled for seven minutes to the main plaza, but before they went into the plaza, they decided to change into their uniforms.

“Okay bro, we can change into our clothes,” said Kligerman.

“Yeah, but not in front of you!” protested Billy.

“Well duh, we need to find a tree or a rock or something.”

“You know, they should have told us what server where in.”

“We are in a low server bro, so we are pretty much in the clear, we can radio the boys that we are ready, alright?”

“Okay, good, I got a bit worried.”

The two would get into their uniforms, appropriately without them interrupting one another’s business of course. After a small bit of time, they came out of their dressing places and now were in their uniforms. Kligerman now sported a red plaid shirt with a fake mustache mounted upon his beak. Billy’s uniformed resembled those of typical mwa mwa clothes, such as a sleeping hat, a purple balloon, a pair of sneakers and a blue shirt along with a blue scarf and the usual teddy bear plush, just to add a bit of authenticity as Billy claims.

“Alright, I think we should phone them in, I have the ear piece here,” said Kligerman.

“Okay, cool, I am going to get ready into my mwa mwa form once we enter a full server where the meeting is held, okay?” replied Billy.

“Alright, cool Billy J, I'll phone them in right now.”

Kligerman phoned in his head piece and alerted the members, with Ketchup on the receiving end of the phone line.

“Alright we’re ready man.” said Kligerman, starting up the phone earpiece.

“Alright, let’s get you there.” said Ketchup.

The two left the server and were soon in the now more popular server. They soon acted in character and soon walked to a table near the Everyday Phoning Facility, and soon chick-talked to his so-called “son.” After several penguins walked by and there was no one in sight, they were ready.

“Okay, where is the board-walker thing?” said Kligerman, whispering obviously.

“It’s right here.” whispered Billy.

From his pocket to his wing came out the board robot, the small board-shaped arachnid-like robot. Secretly directed in the opposite view from any passerby they got the control panel from the cases, changed and modified to look like an icePad, and soon they turned on the panel, and soon the little bot was in control and ready to go. With the screen in the camera POV view of the bot and with its programmed camouflaging operation, they turned it on, and soon the bot was on it’s way, treading through the snow up to the phone facility.

The bot soon set itself atop the logo and blended in with its coloring. A penguin seemed to walk into the facility, and with it’s quick speed, the board boat crawled it’s way through the door before blending with the grey coloring of the room. The penguin did not notice the tiny robot crawling. Outside, the two were whispering to one another about the current time right now as time is starting to run out.

“Alright, once he gets in the elevator, we crawl in.” whispered Kligerman.

“Okay bro, let’s focus.” whispered back Billy.

The POV view of the board bot soon waited for the penguin, of course an agent, and as soon as he verified as an agent, one of the pillars turned into an elevator and now the bot needs to speed in.

“Go, bro, go, go, GO!” slowly rose and yelled Kligerman, clearly in public.

Luckily no one bothered to react, but looked.

The bot crawled fast to the elevator from the top view of the door from a perspective, but at the second, the door closed and one of the legs got caught and soon was detached from the bot. The penguin agent did not look at that time and soon saw the piece on the ground and picked it up. The bot scrambled to the ceiling of the elevator and camouflaged itself as it should. Kligerman and Billy soon got the notification about the missing leg of the bot and both groaned in a faint pitch.

“Man, we are screwed dude!” said Billy.

“Wait bro, it can still go, no worries but the little guy will crawl a bit slower, basically decreasing in speed since it has a missing leg.” said Kligerman.

“Okay then…”

The elevator went down and the agent and bot soon waited and eventually the elevator reached the bottom. The agent stepped out into the secretive EPF Command Room, and the bot made a break for it, and mission successful, it made its way in. The bot, with it’s camera mounted on, monitored the area. The facility was in its usual standard appearance; the meeting table was in the center of the room, and with the smaller stairs leading to the Spy Drills and System Defender game simulators, and of course the jail-like cell next to the desk where a secretary or writer would sit.

“Alright bro, there are the agents all sitting down and standing, not too many, but they look like local agents.” said Kligerman.

“Okay, but who should we get dude?” asked Billy.

“Let’s see, maybe him?...nah. Maybe her or that guy over there?...Nah they are too basic I suppose? Ooh, this is a bit hard…”

“Well what do you expect, Kligerman?”

There were many agents, in all different colors, different hairstyles and all sat down or stood near the table, as the leader talked about what is going on with statistics and who is elected to move to the highest ranking. With them looking at the interior on the bot’s camera, they think they have chosen a fellow agent to ruin.

“Hey look at that guy over there, that dark blue guy.” said Kligerman.

“Oh him? Are you sure? He looks like an actual loser.” responded Billy.

“I am sure. Look at him, scratching his face, I say we get him.”

“Alright then.”

“Also, let’s make sure once they leave we follow this guy.”

“How are we following this dude?”

“Look, we implemented some stuff on the bots where they are like small orb-looking things that are attached to a piece of clothes and it feels like nothing is attached to them. I gotta thank Steven for the idea.”

“Okay, okay, let’s just monitor it before I get confused.”

It felt like an eternity until their meeting was done, and soon Kligerman woke Billy up as the meeting ended. The penguins were all dismissed and now, it was time. Time to launch their harassment game upon this blue penguin. The penguins all stepped out and some dressed in their regular clothes. This penguin was soon chased by the small bot. After the penguin took the badge out to see himself, it was revealed to who they were after: Maxwell DePengton Reyes Garlatraz, otherwise known by his alias of RealMax.

“Maxwell huh? Or should I say RealMax…?” said Kligerman.

“I guess we should refer to him as just Max.” said Billy.

“Good idea.”

The bot crawled quickly as usual up the elevator without Max’s knowledge. After the elevator went up, and Max went out, the bot soon pursued him and as soon as they were out the door, the bot launched a small orb, and it hit Max’s shirt, but he did not notice. Things are gonna get bad from here on out, and it undoubtedly will occur. After the bot launched the orb into Max, the two “actors,” Kligerman and Billy soon went back into acting mode, with Kligerman chick talking to Billy. Max did not pay attention. After the coast was clear and Max left, the two soon exited out of the server and the two soon got back into their regular clothing and notified the Alliance.

“Hey boss, we caught a fish to cook-” said Kligerman.

“Are you idiots? We said an individual!” yelled Ice Dragon, grabbing the earpiece from Ketchup’s head.

“It’s a joke, moron!”

“Hey, you don’t call your boss a moron…”

“Oh crap! My bad boss, but yeah, a fish as in an individual.”

“Okay, okay, interesting. Who is it?”

“Well from the bot’s installed camera, it is determined that we are after an individual known as Maxwell DePengton Reyes Garlatraz, better known as RealMax.”

“Yeah, and the idiot was too dumb to realize we tracked him, ha!” said Billy into the earpiece.

Steven soon typed in the name of Max into their database computer and soon found his records online.

“Alright let’s see… Maxwell Garlatraz, huh?” asked Steven.

“Yes Steven.” said Ketchup.

“Alright, it says here that...Let’s see...Okay here it says: ‘nationality: Caltexican,’ ‘ethnicity: caltexican-antarctican,’fellow member of the band Blue Johnson,’ ‘level 5 BoF worker... ‘”

“Kid’s got multiple careers huh?” said Boon Tobias.

“No doubt.” said The Stranger.

“Looks like we're going up against a regular kid huh? Well I shouldn’t say kid, we already have a kid, one who is a ninja and a mwa mwa.” said Vapor.

“He looks like easy prey, boys.” said Ninjasaurus.

“Alright, we know who it is. Now, research more, we can’t just do it now, we must see if he’s got any events, and then we can coordinate our ‘harassment’ on him, but I call it fun.” said Ice Dragon.

“Good idea boss.” said Kligerman.

The two penguins soon rowed back to the mainland, and traveled on bus to the Alliance base. While they are moving, the Alliance is currently researching and analyzing what their methods shall be. Hopefully when Max sees what is coming, he will be alright. But for now, the Alliance is planning their attack. More sooner than later, or so they claim.

Chapter Two, "Warning"
1:34 PM, January 19th, 2020 Max’s Igloo, South Pole City, Polar District

From his igloo-like home, the potato couch known as Maxwell Garlatraz, better known as RealMax, or simply Max, was sitting on his couch, viewing his local chitter feed, and got a notification from his friend Gaben Fordsmen.

“Yo, kid, we are making, well not making, but eating snadwiches at the local shop!”

“*sandwich” texted Gaben.

“Das cool bro” replied Max.

“Well are you gonna come with us? We’re still here!”

“Uuuhhhh…..”

“Come on dude? Why you on your chitter feed again?”

“Yes..”

“Oh boy. Look, there's a lot of toxicity there, why not try a sandwich? Me, james and lamar are enjoying some!”

“Uh okay fine, but don’t let this wait too long then.”

“Of course, dude! Just enjoy the food!”

“K den.”

After texting him, Max stood up and stretched, letting a pleasured groan in the process. He scratched his back, and soon looked for his trademark hat, his light-brownish hat, one mimicking a hat that his father still wears, and soon waddled outside of his igloo, but as usual, fed and gave his two pets, Bryan and Meat Loaf, food and water, before leaving, locking his door, and starting up his ever-so “famous” black minivan, and with his van started up, he left his home.

He is unaware of what is to come, but all that he knows is that he got a text message from an unknown number, mocking him and how they were an IceStation 4 user claiming to leak his IP address, to which he ignored. Little did he know that some big stuff is about to hit the fan, but let’s see how the Alliance is handling this…

 Deadly Alliance Fortress, Borders of the Antarctic Peninsula, Happyface State and Trans-Antarctica

“Oh you gotta be kidding me, this guy ignored us for half an hour!” said Billy.

“Seriously?” asked Kligerman.

“I got an idea! Let’s sorta provoke him, with his address on like an app, with a publish or post button and then we can get a reaction!” suggested Steven.

“Perhaps?” replied Kligerman.

The three jumped ideas all throughout the quick duration of time, but it was settled on provoking him by sending a photo or screenshot of Max’s IP address about to be leaked, not officially, but about to. However, they decided to wait for a bit, after tracking his location at a sandwich shop he was going to.

Oh yes, where was he now?

 Sandwich Shop

Max would arrive at this sandwich shop, and he was not mad, but incredibly tired, but he hadn’t told his friends yet. He was just incredibly tired that not even the heavy metal music that blasted from his car speakers could help him in his tired state.

After slumping out of his car and banging his head on a pole, that somewhat woke him up. His friends laughed from inside the shop as he fell and hit his head. This caused him to say emalfs, and put his hat back on. He is now a bit awake, but suddenly got hungry. Groaning with annoyment because of his thinking, he went inside and met his friends, all hiding their smirking of witnessing what they saw. However, upon him entering the shop and seeing them smirking, it was clearly obvious what they were laughing at, and he was mad.

“Great… Just, great,” whispered Max.

He did not speak to them, but bought a simple pepperoni sandwich laced with mayo, not baked and being of the six inch sized sandwich variety, the common and usual sandwich size at this local shop. He waddled to the table where his friend sat and was still not happy, noticing his friends smirking and laughing inside. Lamar, one of his friends, was quick to shut up, as he does not want to invoke the wrath of Max.

“Yo, Max, you should have seen your face when you fell, haha!” laughed Jamie.

“Seriously, besides, stop acting tired, you should know that sandwiches make you wake up and feel better!” said Gaben Fordsmen, otherwise known as his first name of Gaben.

After making jokes of his face smashing, he slowly ate his sandwich, but ate fastly and “hardly,” as he grinded his teeth and swallowed pieces of his sandwiches one by one, until he had had enough. Dropping his almost finished sandwich, he grabbed both of Gaben and Jamie’s half eaten sandwiches, and threw them to the ground, crushing and splattening them with his foot, clearly on edge, on the top of his anger level.

“DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE SO TIRED YOU”RE FRIENDS FORCE YOU TO GO OUT FOR LUNCH, ALONG WITH SOME SACK OF POTATOES THREATENING TO LEAK YOUR ADDRESS!?” shouted an angry Max in a sentence.

The entire shop had their eyes pointed at him now, and he looked around one, and only said one word: “Sorry.”

He soon sat down, with the two shocked as to what he did.

“Okay, kid, calm down, it was a joke, you joke about stuff like this.” said Gaben.

“My sandwich!” said Jamie.

“Oh shut your beak.” said Max to Jamie.

Now, although Max’s vocabulary towards his friends and allies might be considered rude, fear not, he has always acted like this (ignoring his regular laid back side), and his friends take no problems from his acting.

“Look bro, i’m sorry, okay, actually, WE’RE, sorry for bringing you out here. We-” said Gaben before being cut off.

“It’s okay, and I was tired anyways, but I guess my shouting made me wake up a bit, what’s up though.” said and asked Max.

The group would converse back and forth along in their chat, with them talking about various things, such as their current band status, things they need to complete, and other such topics. Max would get bored and look out the window, looking at the city buildings and metropolis. He would be sent a notification. He pulled out his phone, and saw a notification from the same guy.

“Ayo u sure u dont wanna settle it like men?” replied the so-called angry texter.

“Shut up.” replied Max.

It was that text that it was an official go time for this angry texter, and they replied one last image: an image of his igloo.

“Dis u?”

Now Max was really angry. He does not want his house to get attacked, better yet ransacked, or his pets getting hurt. He would take his sandwich with him, before standing up and running through the doors.

“I got important stuff, see you guys…” Max said, running to his van and leaving to his igloo.

The sky had slowly turned to darkness, and he hauled his bottom as he put his feet to the gas pedal, driving at top speeds, luckily, going through least populated and country roads, but was at serious risk of crashing his van. Unsurprisingly, he did crash his van, but was able to clear out the surroundings and still hauled to his igloo. After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally made it to his neighborhood, hauling as he should, and stepped upon the brakes as he made it home, and was in total shock. After taking off his car keys, he came to a shocking site.

The front door was open, with his couch out, several chairs out, broken dishes, and so much more. As for his pets, well, they were okay. But they were in dumb states, such as Meatloaf munching on a fallen tray of lasagna, or Bryan strangely having a bowtie tied up on his hair in a hilarious yet bizarre hair choice. Groaning, he went inside and well, it wasn’t pretty as well. His couch was set aside in a different location, a large box of bread spread around, more dishes broken, a IceStation set atop his oven while it was on (without the stoves on) and his video games were placed on a blender, preparing to turn its blades, but he quickly switched them out of the blades in return of peanuts. Why? Well, who knows, all he knows they were next to them.

His room was of course messy, with his priced vinyls laying upon the floor, and his figures of ordered cartoon, webcomic, movie, book and actual comic characters were thrown around, thankfully not made of something easy to break.

Collapsing on the floor atop his vinyls, he did not crush them, as they were in their cases, or so he thought. After a slow while, lasting a small handful of minutes, he looked down the hallway where his room was at the end of, and saw Bryan and Meatloaf making their way in. He slowly panicked, not for Bryan, but since Meatloaf is curious, he would find the vinyls chewable, and it came as panic, as he paid large amounts of coins and fish for his vinyls. Grabbing them in a quick manner, he put them all in his bed, covering almost the entire half of his bed with them, as Bryan made himself in, and Meatloaf was halfway in. After making a high jump over Meatloaf, albeit tried, as he face planted, also known as tripping face first, which caused Meatloaf to let out a single oink.

After getting up, he grabbed a tupperware, scooped up food from Meatloaf’s giant tupperware full of seeds and corn seeds, designated as Screenhog food, and at the last second, fiverted Meatloaf’s attention, as he slowly backed up, and soon made his down the hallway and walked outside, as Max showed him the way. Slowly going down the stairs, he walked to his little fenced area, as Max, in a small panicked state led him in, only to see that his fenced area had been egged. Well, only a small bit, just the roof, as the day before, he had a huge egg omelette party with his friends. Groaning in disbelief and overall tiredness once more, as it came back, he sat down, as he poured the food in Meatloaf’s little house shelter structure, and just felt tired and guilty. He could not believe it happened in a single day, which he considers as some imaginary-coincidental crap. No literally, he yelled that as it became night already.

Bryan made his way outside, and just sat on the porch, with a worried expression on his face as his owner contemplated what to do next. Max decided to drag out a small bed he saved and placed it outside, and with a rifle he had bought from the local sporting shop, and he laid down, with a chair next to him, as Meatloaf ate and Bryan stood by, he waited, and waited until he slept. How long had this day gone by. The following day he woke up, and screamed as he noticed his igloo was still messed up. He stomped into his room, and looked at his vinyls. He picked up one just to make sure it wasn’t scratched and was confused. Amongst one of his heavy metal vinyls, it was replaced with an acid jazz record he too bought. Confused, he checked another vinyl, an old school hip-hop vinyl, replaced with an 80’s pop record. After going through more and more, he was genuinely mad. Looking outside, he let out a scream, pretty appropriate for this occasion. He whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

“I’m gonna call my friends.”

After his friends came and helped and cleaned for the entire time with his help of course, it was tiring to say the least. From cleaning the egg shells on Meatloaf’s house, to sorting out his video games, it was tiring. In the end, it was around the mid afternoon, and they were all tired, sitting on the couch, as Bryan too, also sat on the couch. They started a conversation.

“This is confusing, who did this?” asked Jamie.

“Well, if I run to my igloo via my van, with me screaming whatever the heck I said, does that explain your answer?” answered Max.

“Yeah, but who did this, that is my question.”

“I don’t know, some loser who claimed I killed him in a video game on IceStation OnlinePlus or some crap.”

“Who is this loser?” asked Gaben.

“I don’t know, he just sent me threats or something like that, then an image of my igloo and then I panicked.”

“Maybe you can look up his IP address? If he knew yours, why not yours?” asked Lamar.

“Lamar, I do not know, but maybe I should text him.”

“Good idea bro.”

At the same time, as he typed the first letter key into the chat of his unknowingly igloo thrasher as Max called him, a knock at his door. Opening the door, Max saw a big brown package, labeled “For Maxwell G.,” and he was confused as anyone would. With Gaben pulling a small table, he placed the box, and with a pocketknife in hand, he cut the box open. Inside was a bunch of small pieces of shipping foam, and inside was a VHS player and a VHS cassette tape. Confused, they placed the VHS player on the table, set the tape aside, and with cables in hand, they hooked everything, from the sound, to power outlets, they were able to set everything up, below Max’s table where the TV stood, and finally but not least, the tape itself. The group were unsure of what it is; it could have been a sad tape, a happy tape or a bad tape, whether it was the contents, or even some stupid “rool’d” tape Max hated, regardless, they were unsure of what the contents are, they turned on the TV, and turned on the VHS player. After checking there was nothing inside, they put the tape in the slot, and it slowly ate the tape, as it was about to play it’s contents.

The tape started to play normally, a bit of static was in the way, but soon, a menu screen was able to be recognized. It only said “play,” and while their expectations were all different, all they knew is that they were about to see something.

That is when the video played, and the friends were prepared to watch it.

And they were confused at first.

It was a red penguin, first looking at the camera for a second in what appeared to be in a light room, before he quickly put on a smirk, with flippers on his cheeks, he gulped, before looking at the camera again, this time blinking fastly in his own speeds. He stops blinking for a quick stop.

At this point, the friends were very confused about what is actually happening right now in the tape.

He quickly blinks again, this time at an attempted fast rate. He then puts his hands together underneath his beak, gulps and blinks fastly, before he once again stops.

He then screamed.

“Oh what am I even on about! Ugh! Look, we messed up your place, all at our good works from the Deadly Alliance, I hope you fix it up, cause we targeted you for fun. This is Steven D, signing out.”

After Steven D, THE Steven D signed off, he left out a URL link for the friend group. They were in a state of confusion and being shocked. Was it really THE Deadly Alliance? The group known for its dragonian leader, strange-in-appearance members and ninjas? No way they would just target a random penguin without their knowledge, unless it was really them who had the moronic audacity to pick on a regular penguin and ruin his property.

“Okay, no I am mad, thanks Steven.” said an angry Max.

“I feel like you do have the right to be mad,” said Jamie.

“But I'm confused, sure, they’re jerks for doing that, but let’s see that URL.” said Gaben.

“Yeah, maybe they have a message or something,” said Lamar.

After pausing the VHS and writing the URL link on a piece of ripped paper, Jamie pulled out her laptop, and then pulled up a virtual machine that she used when she usually investigates viruses. Pulling the paper out of Gaben’s wing, she looked at the URL and typed it in on her web browser, on the search tab on the Eureka search browser, and it led to a website titled “Listen, Mr. Garlatraz.” Everyone was now wide-eyed and bug-eyed, and Max especially, in his usual humorous way just said “Well, I guess I’m done, right boys?,” to which everyone gave him an annoyed look.

“Sorry. Carry on.” said Max.

A link in black coloring was underneath the website, which led them to an IRC chatroom. Entering the chatroom, and of course entering a username, “New_guy,” and another user who was simply dubbed “DA,” with blue (for New-guy) and red (for DA) in lettering format, and now, it seemed like Max’s group were on a thread that led them to an answer. On the other line of the laptop, the Deadly Alliance members sat on chairs on a giant monitor, with Kligerman, the lead hacker and computer/internet-man on the computer. Ice Dragon was now ready, along with the members, to launch the questioning, or “interrogation,” as they called it to Max and his friends.

“Alright, boys, I have the questions list, you ready Kliger-Boy?” asked Ice Dragon.

“Sure boss, show me!” answered Kligerman.

With wings on the keyboard, Kligerman was ready. On the other receiving IRC-chat line, Jamie was ready to type, answering any questions the Alliance feeds them, and perhaps asking this question.

Then the first response arrived, and a full on interrogation and questioning came around.

DA bro we got you did we not?

New_guy Bro why did u raid my igloo house something whatever the heck it’s called. Why? Why is the question.

DA Becaue we got bored *because

New_guy are you guys deadbeat serious

DA Yep. *because

New_guy BECAUSE YOU SUCKER MCS WERE BORED?!?!?!?!?!?

DA Now youve figured it allll out <font color="#fa0000">good job!

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">now you genuinely made me want to kick a puffle, because you morons were bored? Come on bruh

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">Yes. Look, if you want to fight us either you or your non existence friends then go for it. But i garuented you gouys will loose <font color="#fa0000">*guarantee <font color="#fa0000">*guys

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">okay but first let me get this straight

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">Yes?

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">are you actually the, and by i mean the, i mean THE, THE deadly alliance? Like steven d is that you typing on the other side? Ive heard, me and my friends heard your names on epf talks and you. Your boss and your other pals names in the mix

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">Haha yes, but this aint Steven D, this is Kligerman, yes, the Kligerman you know as Patrick Kligerman. Hah yes, but we all are wathing what I type and seeing a reaction. <font color="#fa0000">*watching <font color="#fa0000">*guys

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">I honestly doubt but since my house was basically screwed, I mind aswell belive you peeps <font color="#0019fa">*as well <font color="#0019fa">*believe

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">Okay but look, how do we come to terms or settle this? Im genuinely fearful for my life and I want to end it NOW

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">Well…… You can give us your weekly cash, or you can either fight us, but since you guys are weak, id suggest you find a xiānshēng named bojing, some guy (well sensei or whatever) who fought my boss and nearly killed him, who has the same powers as him.

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">ok, i cant pay you, but im willing that me and my bois will get you. But. where do i find this bojing fella?

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">haha you guys think we can find him?., we can certainly know he is alive, but old now, but he is hard to find, if you want his number, we can give it to you.

<font color="#0019fa">New_guy <font color="#0019fa">o alright then. After this can we be done? Maybe we can message you? <font color="#0019fa">*alright

<font color="#fa0000">DA <font color="#fa0000">Alright fine then. Im getting bored now. <font color="#fa0000">503-532-3796. Youre welcome, thx, kbai see you soon bud. Well get you.

<font color="#000000">New automated message <font color=" #000000">Your conversation with “DA” has ended.

The conversation has ended. And now everyone was mad at Max for accepting the bribe of risking their lives against a group of more skilled fighters and individuals.

“Max, what are you THINKING?! We’ll probably get our bottoms kicked dude!” yelled Jamie.

“Oh come on bro, why, why….?” groaned Lamar.

“What the heck Max? You’ve screwed us over!” yelled Gaben.

“So? We’ll probably be okay. We just gotta find this guy. This Bojing guy. He did give us our number, we copied-and-pasted the number on the notepad app and saved it, and now we can be certain.” added Max, with the angry response from his friends.

“Bro, are you serious? You're risking our lives right now, especially yours, dude!” exclaimed Jame.

“So? Let’s just find this guy, you guys can leave and hate me but I don’t want to be broke.”

In an obvious response, the three friends left, and shut the front door while exiting. With Bryan hopping on the couch next to Max, with a fusion of a concerned and disappointed face at him, Max knew he screwed up. Thinking about it, and looking at the laptop that Jamie accidentally left, opening it up, and taking a photo of the number, and now thinking about his decision, made him question his sanity, and his life is he is eliminated by the so-called Ice Dragon.

“Oh crap.”

Going into the bathroom, locking himself and typing the numbers in his phone, and waiting, he got an automated message. A chinese-like voice came on the other receiving line.

“Hello, this is Zhang Bojing. I am old now, so I am not too sure how this new digital stuff works, but I know a few things. If you called to get signed up for my kung-fu class, you may do so now, although you need a reason, or of course, self-defense. Leave a message, because it will be difficult to speak on an actual phone call. Go ahead.”

With a fully prepared voice and a bit scared but stayed calm. He finally let out his message and reason, after the message beep went out.

“Okay, listen. My name is Maxwell Garlatraz, and it seems like the Ice Dragon is targeting me. Please respond, I heard you have had stories with him. Please help me, as I will train, and if my will accepts, if I can train at your kung-fu station or whatever, I just don’t want to die. Please respond. Thank you, bye.”

After ending the message, pressing the hangup button, he fell on his bottom, and started to realize what his friends and he have gotten themselves into. Starting to pant, he wondered if his friends left him. But in reality, they all talked outside. With Jamie, Lamar and Gaben outside, they all began to talk.

“I’m in shock. But should we trust what the Alliance says?” asked Lamar.

“You mean about the Mister Bojing guy?” also asked Gaben.

“Yes.” answered Lamar.

“I honestly don’t know my guy. Like, sure, he left a number and mentioned the Bojing dude, but I am not too sure.” also answered Gaben.

“Look guys, I think we could trust him. But I hope it ain’t a misleading phone number.” asked Jamie.

“Well, I am not too sure.” answered Lamar.

It felt like an eternity for Max. Slowly getting up, and waddling to the door and windows, and seeing them talk, he locked the door slowly and attempted to make as little noise as possible. He slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. After what seemed to be a rough five minutes, he got a response call from Bojing. The message is as follows:

“I’ve heard, as Ice Dragon told me about this, and if this is you, I shall give you my address, though I heard you live quite far, so, yes, I will help you. Just be quick. I recommend you pack up the house, feed your pets and all of that. I heard your friends are involved. How? Well, Ice Dragon, Tarkus, his real name, told me about you after your IRC chat. Well, I can’t say he's that much of a narcissistic bragger. Nevertheless, do what I suggest you should do, and you should pack up on food, and take your car. It’s my only suggestion.”

After the message, he slowly got five trusty spare keys, located them around his house, and wrote several notes and taped it onto the keys and walls. He got out the backyard door, and gave a large amount of food and water for Bryant and Meatloaf, however, he quickly checked to see if his friends were outside, and check, they were still outside. To make it seem like he was still inside, he blasted a song. He grabbed two large food throughs of fresh water, cracked corn and a small bucket of slop and leftovers for Meatloaf, and two big bowls of Puffle-O’s combined with meat and water for Bryan, and moved his built puffle house, with extra layers of hay and several dirty blankets. Grabbing three bags of chips, two boxes of soda, two bags of celery, his car keys, and unlocked the door to Meatloaf’s small, spare and built outdoor area, whenever Max goes somewhere where it takes him long journeys (only when Max is home is when Meatloaf can roam everywhere in the backyard).

Looking at Bryan, he held him, and said “You watch your adoptive bro slash pal. Watch him, okay?” Putting Bryan down. He went to unlock the door with little noise, and slowly drowned out the sound of the song that he put up as a decoy. Locking every door, and setting up his security camera system he ran to the back of his van, and soon turned it on. However, as soon as he turned it on, his friends decided to agree with their plans.

“I guess it’s safe to say that although we were harsh, hopefully this guy, this Bojing guy can help us, no?” said Jamie.

“Yeah. And thank goodness Max finally lowered down the freakin’ music bro.” said Lamar.

“Yeah yeah yeah, let’s just talk to him and all of that.” said Gaben.

Stepping inside, opening the door, they only spoke for a moment before realizing everything was gone and silent.

“Hey Max, We-” said Jamie.

Silence.

“Umm, Max? Hello?” yelled Jamie.

At that current time, Max had locked everything, and has started up his van, his iconic black and red striped van, and soon put the pedal to the metal on his van, stepping his entire shoe mounted foot on the gas pedal, and with a deep breathe, made a break for it, bumping into a neighbor’s car, but ran for it.

In that heat of the moment, although he had realized what he had gotten himself into, he was already too late to turn back, so he went for it. His friends stepped outside, and saw him drive off out of his neighborhood, and were all baffled. They noticed the keys and notes, and read them all. One key notify to leave two spare keys under one of his yard statues and the welcome mat, and reassured them he fed the animals, locked every door, put up cameras, etc., but never specified where he was going. All they know is that he is going somewhere.

As for the Alliance? Well, going to their quarters, they all laughed and cheered about what they have accomplished, though Kligerman and Ninjasaurus were a bit concerned, knowing that Ice Dragon let them know about this individual named Bojing, who although Ninjasaurus knew, would let them use his background as “the only individual who nearly defeated Ice Dragon,” but that they gave him his number.

“Boss, are you sure we can use his info?” asked Kligerman.

“Of course! I really want to see some guy train a weak little guy.” answered Ice Dragon.

“Sir, are you really sure? Like he has defeated you, well almost, but he is gonna train someone new, but sure, he might be bad at fighting, but what if he actually becomes greater?” asked Ninjasaurus.

“Again, he will be lost after a day training with him, just wait.” answered Ice Dragon once again.

“Okay then boss, just don’t be surprised if you get defeated.” said Kligerman.

“Hmm?”

“Sorry.”

The remaining members went out of the room where they held their IRC confrontation to go get burgers.

For the friends of Max, with them noticing the notes and witnessing him rush out of the neighborhood, they can only guess what he is in a hurry of, but all they know is that either something, or a message or something along the lines made him go.

“Dude, where is he going?” asked Jamie.

“I don’t know, MAX!!!” shouted and answered Lamar.

“Oh my goodness, where is he heading, that little whipper snapper!” asked Gaben.

The three friends watched as he drove off as mentioned for a large amount of times, and not knowing what to do. So, all they did was sit down on the sidewalk, wondering where he exactly is going to, and although the notes did leave some hints, they still did not know where he was going.

Chapter Three, “Unaware”
The Alliance had just finished eating burgers when a loud doorbell echoed through the fortress. Vapor had gone down the second stair ladders, and quickly went to the huge front door of the building. He pressed the intercom camera system, and saw a letter laying on the welcome mat of the door, as the entrance gates in the background slowly closed to a regular tight lock. Opening the door, Vapor grabbed the note, and it was a message directed from an individual under the signatures of “E.a.B,” directed to Ice Dragon. Noticing his name, Vapor waddled to Ice Dragon’s current location, and informed him about the letter, while he went back in surveillance as the others trained. Waddling to his office, knocking on his door, Ice Dragon let him in while he was listening to his favorite jazz-fusion musician.

“Hey boss, I got a letter to you.” said Vapor in his ruscan accent.

“Oh really vapes, what’s up, son?” asked Ice Dragon.

“Well, I got this letter from some guy with the name of “E.a.B.,” do you know who that is?”

Ice Dragon soon, wide-eyed for a couple of seconds, before realizing who it is from, three former individuals of equally evil intentions who decided to work with Ice Dragon a decade ago, around the early yearly year of 2010.

“Wait, did you say the letters E, A and B?” asked a reassuring Ice Dragon.

“Yes boss, E.a.B., why boss?” asked Vapor.

“Well Vapes, I think I recognized those initials.” answered Ice Dragon.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, three dudes I worked with as some sort of an only year-made partnership with those guys before we said bye and we haven’t heard from one another since.

“Ooh.”

“Ooh indeed. Why are they mailing me a letter now?”

“Well I don’t know, read it!”

“Okay, smokey.”

Opening the letter with his gigantic hands, he carefully pulled out the folded-up paper from his mail, and started to read. As he continued to read, he became bug-eyed and cracked a grin in his face.

The letter reads as follows:

“Hello Tarkus Vann Metre, as speaking from one of your former collaborators, Dr. Bennett Enno, of course with your other collaborators who worked with me, doctors Tanner Afix and Henry Budd, I have come to say that I am astounded to hear your hilarious antics with Maxwell Garlatraz, the guy you raided. I must say, it was pretty funny. However, from whisperings from the villain underground, I have heard you accidentally leaked the number of your famous opponent, Zhang Bojing, which, admittedly, was stupid. But, since Bojing became harder, harder as in having a full-on dojo of students who follow his otherworldly way. Just letting you know. Because of this, remember those experimental people I told you? Well, if any help works, go ahead, we’ll teach ya. Anyways, see you soon friend. -E.A.B..”

Vapor couldn’t notice his grin.

“Um, boss, you okay?” asked Vapor.

“Man, Vapes, we're going to have another collaboration!” answered an ecstatic Ice Dragon.

“Oh, cool, from the guys who sent it?”

“Yeah! We may have another raid planned!”

“Oh, nice!”

“Nice indeed!”

“Lemme see the note boss.”

“Sure thing!”

Ice Dragon, mumbling to himself about his “winning” as he called it, looked outside his window from his office looking at the trees and large mountain, while Vapor read the piece of paper. While reading it, he couldn’t help but notice the section where they moment how Ice Dragon accidentally leaked the number of the man, the penguin, who was almost defeated in combat. Looking at this section, he decided to get Ice Dragon’s attention, who was very happy.

“Um, hey boss.” said Vapor.

“Not now Vapes, I am so happy!” responded Ice Dragon.

Ice Dragon wasn’t celebrating in the usual fashion. He was celebrating as in smiling, arms crossed, with tail wagging, he thought he was now gonna be undefeatable. Vapor knew that was about to change.

“Boss, seriously-” said Vapor before being cut off.

“I said not now son, I am undefeatable-” responded a happy Ice Dragon.

“Boss, seriously!”

Ice Dragon wasn’t responding. Vapor decided to respond by shooting a smoke ball. This smoke ball was a variant of his usual said smoke ball, but can create a small physical chain that can only work for a small set of seconds. He risked his job and position just to get his attention. But that doesn’t mean this is an isolated incident.

Releasing the chain smoke ball at Ice Dragon’s neck, Vapor tugged it to his way, causing Ice Dragon to roar, looking at Vapor, his employee, and pointing him with a giant ice pick he made with his ice powers. Looking right in the eyes of his employer, he roared at him. However, Vapor was not scared. Well, outside, but inside however he was a bit terrified. Ice Dragon’s roar was so loud that the saliva drips in his mouth that were produced in his mouth, flew out and turned to ice in a matter of milliseconds.

“Okay boss, seriously-” said Vapor before being cut off.

“YOU DARE TO DEFEAT YOUR BOSS?!” asked a furious Ice Dragon.

“Boss, please, listen to-”

“I AM NOT. I AM-”

“BOSS!”

Finally, after being called boss for the millionth time, Ice Dragon finally calmed down, and asked what Vapor was on about.

“...What.”

“Boss, the letter said you accidentally leaked the guy’s name and number to Mr. Garlaztraz, do you not know? Because I saw.”

“I mean I did send but what is the big concern…”

That is when realization soon came.

“Oh…”

“What was that, did I hear an ‘Oh’?”

“Oh no no no no, NO. DANG IT!”

“You see what you now did mentally?”

“Shut up Vapes, I am so stupid!”

“Well, hey, at least you admitted it.”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Well, can you and like Ketchup delete it?”

“Well we can’t, and as far as I know, since it was a chat room, and anything you say then ends the convo, it is deleted forever.”

“Oh man, I screwed up, SCREWED UP SO BIG IN FACT, it reminds of the time I vented my dad a long time ago…”

After knowing what he did, Ice Dragon proceeded with a meeting. Going to the large room that they had just held in their beginning planning, every member came and all sat down. Ice Dragon was noticeably angry, with his hands together atop his forehead, and breathing loudly. The members knew something was up. All of them dared to ask him a question, before one member, Steven, could ask Ice Dragon.

“Um, boss, are you okay?” asked a disgruntled Steven, due to his boss’ state.

“No… no Steven, I am, I am, I’m, I’m not okay, man.” responded a disappointed Ice Dragon.

It was at this point that Ice Dragon, their boss, was clearly disappointed in something, but they couldn’t figure it out. But after a member secretly passed on through speech in the form of whisperings, it was clear what he was upset about: the fact that he was upset about his unaware state when he leaked the number of his former defeater, who almost nearly defeated him. It almost felt like an eternity, since all of them dared to speak to Ice Dragon. That is until they did not speak, but Ice Dragon himself spoke.

“Guys…”

“Yes?” responded the entire knowing Alliance.

“I just leaked-”

“The number.” said everyone once more.

“Wait, HOW DID YOU GUYS KNOW?”

“Well-”

“Oh shut up, I’m gonna lose.”

“Really boss? Stop overreacting, we have a gang dude!” said Kligerman.

“Yeah, only like two, three or maybe four actual guys and the rest are idiots.”

Well, it seems like they are in a bit of a pickle. However, Ice Dragon, knowing that he had his opponent’s number and possibly his location, had an idea in mind. His idea, was to sent out his men, to secretly scope out the situation, the situation if Max was really heading to the mountainous area, where, just like his base, have a temple resembling more of an actual dojo, whom Mr. Bojing and his students train. Yes, that is the idea. After a quick conversation, they packed up stuff, with Kligerman, Vapor, Steven D, Billy Jamie and Derek Krauster as the main men, with the rest of the Alliance with Ice Dragon, such as Ninjasaurus, The Stranger, Ketchup and Boon Tobias. Boarding on one of their regular vans, they drove off into the road, then into the freeway, but they just started, so it’s a long way to go.

So, where is Max? Well, let’s say he’s on the road right now.

Driving through the Antarctican freeway, he was hauling butt like no other. Blasting his favorite thrashcore musicians, he is receiving a phone call from Gabe. Picking up his phone, he had a short conversation with Gaben and the others on the other line of the phone.

“Max, look, come back, we can research as a team, it is unnecessary for you to pack crap up and leave so quickly, you could be overreacting-” said Gaben before being cut off.

“Overreacting’ my fish-smelling bottom, I need to go now, I am fearing for my life dude, you saw what these guys did to my safe haven?!” responded Max.

“Look dude, I know- We know! Just please don’t go that far, like where are you right now?”

“I’m close to the Sunshine Fjord, going down south to where this guy lives.”

“GOING DOWN SOUTH?”

“Yeah..?”

“Where are you, what are you on about?!”

“I mean it’s clear where i’m going, that is why i’m taking my stuff so if I stall on the road, I can sleep, then waddle to the nearest gas station to get some gas then vroom away.”

“Okay, dude, seriously, stop bro, it’s not worth it, I mean, if he is there, sure, it could be a little bit of worth, but seriously what if it’s a sham?”

“So? I am fearing for my life, but I need to focus dude.”

“Wait, wait! Dude w-”

“Bye.”

Hanging up on Gabe, on the other receiving line, at Gabe’s house, Gabe groaned in disbelief, while the others are theorizing if it is worth going there, a sham, or maybe something else.

“Look bros, maybe let’s say hypothetically, this Bojing guy, as we keep referring by ‘this guy’ to him, let’s say he is an actual sensei, teacher or whatever, let’s say he is real and Max is going there to his dojo or something.” asked Jamie.

“I mean yeah, I guess he could go, but we need research right? Then if so, we must do it now.” answered and asked Lamar.

“Good idea.” responded Gaben.

Looking up on Gaben’s desktop computer, after searching his name that they could remember from their recollection, and using search terms like “bojing sensei trans-antarctica,” they came up with little to no information, only snippets of tabloid archives and other info relating to the supposed hometown he came from. Stalled in their tracks, they have thought of other choices, ranging from some lunatic or random civilian that the Alliance gave them a random number to him, or other useless points. They have all come to the conclusion that this individual, only known as “Mr. Bojing” or “Bojing guy/feller,” could be true.

Sighing, they all just waited until they got a call from Max himself. Max is currently on location, heading down the various freeways and highways, and keeps on going and going. It slowly turned to night, and as the sky color slowly went from a lighter and darker blue, onto a reddish-purplish color, he soon noticed he was about to lose gas. Noticing, he went to a gas station, got some gas, and looked around. The gas station, stationed next to a small semi-truck camping lot, a deli and a Taco Ball, he pondered about his safety, but if he was starting to think if he is just plain stupid to think some random so-called “sensei”, or if he is serious about the message of not only Bojing’s, but his, his message to find a sensei for protection against a known villain group. Any contact with help for the Alliance has been limited to say the least.

Any form of help against the Alliance results in either two things: The Alliance tracking you again and tormenting you over and over, or just leaving you, in return for you being relocated. But Max is not a quitter, only in video games and in sports competition, but he is not ready to lose his home. After thinking of keeping on driving on the road, he spent the entire six hours of the night driving on the road, finding the town, but, that is if he could actually spend the entire night. In the beginning of his late night drive, he looked at his GPS map, and he could go secretly through the dirt roads amongst those of property owners. Illegal? Sure, but he wanted a shortcut, but at this time, he was becoming very tired and drowsy, even the music blasting on his phone from the van speakers couldn't drown his mind out onto activity again. He stopped along the dirt road on it’s side, overlooking down a small snowy creek, as he turned off his van, and went to his back, and laid down on his mattress he took, he grabbed his blankets and pillows, as he looked at his phone, and realised it was two and a half in the morning, so he decided to give up and just sleep. Turning off the lights, and with his van’s black coloring blending in with the night, he thought nothing of it, and just slept.

Sleeping in a matter of minutes, he forgot and dreamed. While it was safe to say where he was and what he is up to, is sleeping for now. As far as he knows, he thinks he is okay, but, let’s just see what he will be up to in the morning.