Falling from the sky comes Team Tempo. They’re all caught off guard, but manage to recover. Cinner flips upright onto his feet. Streak slows his fall by extending his scarf. Loot eases her fall with Green Float. And Vann descends with his board. As they’re all observing their all of a sudden roomy surroundings, Cinner stretches.
Cinner: Sheesh, another portal thing.
Streak: And so soon. Wonder what it’ll be this time. Last time was really annoying. Cool in some parts, not so cool in others.
Loot: Well at least this place doesn’t look so dangerous. Unlike last time.
Vann: Woah, a mall. I’ve been wanting to get some new threads.
Cinner: Seriously, dude? You always talk about getting new gear. But then you just get that same outfit again.
Vann: What can I say? Black looks good on me.
Cinner: Well I’m wearing black now. Maybe you’ve worn out the style.
Vann: Don’t even joke like that.
As the squabble continues in an isolated section of the mall, a trio of animals recovers from a sudden fall. Sheriff Mao Mao and his deputies, Badgerclops and Adorabat, have arrived on the scene. In a totally unusual place once again.
Mao Mao: Sheesh, the second time. It seems like the universe has realized I’m too great of a hero to be contained in one area.
Badgerclops: Or someone yoinked us while we weren’t looking and are stealing all our stuff. Oh man, what’s gonna happen to my snacks? My sauces.
Adorabat: That shouldn’t be a problem.
The bat girl smiles innocently as she reminisces on all the booby traps she left around the group’s headquarters. Deadly and efficient, bombs and knives, just like she imagined. Before there can be any further questioning on that subject, the Pure Heart Valley Sheriff’s Department look over to Team Tempo. This time it’s them who walk over, already being familiar with the group.
Mao Mao: By my blade, it’s really you again.
The orange stickman turns his head to the familiar imposing and shockingly deep voice he heard. Seeing Mao Mao approaching. He can’t help but smile with glee.
Cinner: Hey, it’s the sheriff! How’s it going!
He opens up for a high five but is met with an awkward handshake.
Mao Mao: Yeah… How’s it goin?
Cinner: Cmon, you already said we’re friends. Remember?
Mao Mao: I’ll admit to no such thing.
The goggled stickman’s expression shifts to an unamused frown. At least their memories weren’t wiped.
Meanwhile in a more closed off corner, a man wearing a cat mask opens his eyes. Suddenly being alone in the dark. It wasn’t unusual, but certainly not the relaxing lunch he had planned.
Kaint: Great…
