"Bass! Where are you?!" Doctor Wily was frantically searching the castle's corridors and rooms, hoping to find any sign of that failure looming around.

He finally resolved to shouting out the window, scaring all the local wildlife back into hiding. "BASS! You better answer me or you're gonna get stuck with the others' chores again!!!"

"Stop whining, old man!! I'm right here!"

Wily looked down below, a vein threatening to burst in his forehead. Forte had his helmet off and had tethered it to Gospel like a horse and carage, the fins digging into the ground. Upright handles had been applied to it and Forte used those to push it along, while the wolf pulled."

"What in God's name are you doing?!"

"What's it look like?!" Forte stopped Gospel and scowled. "I'm wanna be the next Farmer John! If I can't take Mega, I might as well have a fucking hobby!"

Wily sweatdropped. "He's flipped a few gears.."

Up in the snowy mountains of the north, where no one wanted to spend a vacation, someone obviously did.

Blues wiped away flakes of ice that had fallen on his visor, staring past the scenery that rushed by in a heart beat. The snow beneath him wasn't at all grateful for his presense and had sent their weapon down upon him when he shouted with glee.--- Shouted with glee?

Yes, shouted with glee, as the masked bioroid snow-shield-tubbed it down the face of the mountain, having the best time in his life.

I shall not be denied! Extremely Stupid and Anal Retentive Stunts show a.k.a. Jackass, here I come!

And the avalanche behind him only made it more fun.

"Now Rock, I expect you to do a good job as cleaning this place up."

"Will do, Dr. Light." And then, the old man left.

The Blue Bomber eyed the room, looking at all of the fragile equipment and containment units, with a devious sparkle