Last time in Omochao Land, the entire group left the REAL underworld to return to the land of Sonic Adventure 3 in order to free their minds totally from the game and go back to the real world. Led by Pat, they start their quest.

Ian: Alright, what do we do to get out of here? And… hey! Our halos are gone! How did that happen?

Pat: I’ll take care of it.

Fred: … You mean you TOOK care of it?

Pat: Say bird son.

The entire group is very confused, except for Andy, who is just pissed.

Andy: What?? Just tell us what we have to do now.

Pat: Say BIRD son!

Andy: Fine… bird son! You f*ckin’ happy??

Pat: You bet your lucky stars! Now here’s the plan. We have to find the one who knows the access codes to the central computer.

Ian: And how do we do that?

Pat: The old fashion way, using our eyes and ears. All I know is that there are some who call him… Tim… He is said to be extremely violent and pushy, so if we want to take the codes from his passively we will have to be extremely nice.

Fred: First of all, what kind of name is Tim for an evil code-hoarder? Second of all, screw passive! I’m returning to aisle four to buy some weaponry and blow him away.

Pat looks at the group solemnly. “Alright, if we want this to work we need to split up into two groups. Bob and Andy will come with me; we’ll do a basic search for Tim. Ask around, that sort of thing. Fred and Ian will go to aisle four and get some weaponry incase Tim isn’t as responsive as we hope. This could get ugly, I won’t lie, and there may be casualties. But this is your freedom we are talking about, so we have to risk everything.’

Andy: What do you get out of it?

Pat: The satisfaction of helping good people return to their families.

Andy rolls his eyes and scoffs. He obviously doesn’t believe a word Pat is saying, but for the time being, Pat is the only one who knows anything about what they have to do, so the whole group goes along with him.

Pat: Alright, here’s what Tim looks like.

Pat hands out pictures of Tim to the group.

Bob: Wait, how do you have pictures of him?

Pat: It doesn’t matter how I got them, just that I got them. Ok, Fred? Ian? You guys get going, we’ll start our search. I have an idea of where to start; you know the way to aisle four?

Fred: Of course, just follow Kyle Chore.

Fred and Ian are standing in front of a convenience store. Fred says to Ian, “I’m going in alone. If I’m not back in five minutes… wait longer.”

Fred slips in undetected, ninja style. He creeps past aisles one, two, and three, and looks around the corner into aisle four. After looking at it for a few seconds, he breathes a sigh of relief and walks into the aisle and starts loading a bag full of grenades, dynamite, shotguns, pistols, and other stuff. Suddenly a man taps Fred on the shoulder. Fred looks up surprised, as he didn’t even see the man creep up next to him.

Man: DID YOU SAY KYLE CHORE??

Fred screams out “NO!” and punches the guy in the face and runs out of the building as fast as possible.

Fred: I tried to avoid him but he took me by surprise!

Ian: Okay… Let’s just get out of here… We have to find Tim.

Fred: Let’s do it!

Meanwhile, the other three members of our story were off looking for Tim.

Andy: You have any idea where to start looking?

Pat: You betcha. I know a guy who knows a guy.

Bob and Andy slow down a little and let Pat get ahead. Bob whispers to Andy, “Even I’m starting to think this guy is full of it.”

Andy: Yeah, tell me about it.

The group approaches a large building with a sign outside that says “Moe’s Tavern”

Pat: I know a guy here who may lead us to Tim.

Andy: Hold on a second, how did these bars and stuff get in the land of a Sonic video games? And Moe’s Tavern? That sounds so familiar… I am so confused.

Pat: Your questions will be answered in time. Until then, rock on!

Bob: Let’s just keep following him; we don’t have any other ideas on how to get out of here.

Andy: Fine, let’s go.

The group enters the bar and looks around for a minute.

Pat: “Ah, there he is, follow me.”

The three of them sit down at a table which is already occupied by a very tall man with a bald head. “Nice to see you again, Pat.” They all shake hands and Pat introduces Andy and Bob to Tedder.

Andy: Tedder? That’s an interesting name. Is that a nickname?

Tedder: No, it’s my birth name.

Tedder is already annoyed with the people he just met. Pat decides to get to the point quickly.

Pat: “Let me get to the point quickly, we’re looking for Tim.”

Tedder’s eyes get very big and then he looks down. “I can’t help you, leave now and never say that name again.”

Pat: What? Tim?

Tedder suddenly shoves the table onto the other three and bolts out the door. Pat, Bob, and Andy all get up and as they are brushing themselves off they all get hit in the back of the head and are knocked unconscious.

The group wakes up in a huge hallway. There is a huge door in front of them and each one of their wrists is tied together behind their back.

Tons of men in tuxedoes and wearing masks that resembled a rat’s face start banging on drums. They keep banging louder and louder, the tension is building. The giant door in front of the three prisoners opens up and smoke is billowing. From the smoke… a mouse appears. Standing on his hind legs like a human and wearing a tuxedo, he squeaks, “Here I am!”

Andy, Pat, and Bob started bursting out in laughter, for this was Tim. The picture was of a mouse, but they all thought he would be huge and menacing, but he was tiny and very unthreatening.

Tim seems to not even notice that he is being laughed at and introduces himself.

Tim: Hello, and welcome to my home. I am sorry we had to meet under such uncomfortable circumstances, but I do not take kindly when people I do not know go around asking my whereabouts in shady bars. Now tell me, why do you seek me?

Pat: We need the access codes to the central computer so these two and can be set free from this world and return to the human world.

Tim: What are they doing here in the first place?

Bob: It was an accident! We never meant to come here.

Tim: I have the access codes, but I did not get in the position I am in by giving things away. What is in it for me to help you?

Pat: The satisfaction of helping these two young men get home.

Tim bursts out laughing. It was a tiny, squeaky laugh, and far too humorous for the group to stop from laughing.

Tim’s voice suddenly gets about ten times louder than it was before.

Tim: Did I say you could laugh? Lock them up and throw away the key!

The masked men grab Pat, Bob, and Andy and haul them off and throw them into a large cell. The cell is empty except for an older man who was probably in his forties in the corner sleeping.

Andy: Great, what now?

Until next time!