Meanwhile, in the HQ...
Dazzle was eating some Nutella that she had found in Cookie's fridge. She munched on it and kicked back on a mini-chair Nutello had once built for her. Dazzle was watching TV on the giant computer, something about a sponge who lived in a pineapple under the sea.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. On the computer, a test pattern appeared and some words came that said "RED ALERT!" Dazzle jumped back and looked at the computer. It then cut to a scene at some sort of dark area. Dazzle leaned closer. Perhaps something bad was happening at Central Park?
It then showed Yoho leading Tiggerpaka and his minions, all of them walking like clueless zombies. Their eyes were all swirly, and Dazzle spotted Nutello among them. Oh no, she thought. Dazzle leaned closer, and saw Tiredblade behind them, laughing. "Who will stop me now?!"
Dazzle narrowed her eyes.
Dazzle will.
Dazzle had never been on her own before, as Nutello thought she'd be eaten by a hawk or something. But since she saw that her owner and friend was in trouble, Dazzle decided to risk her life to save them. It may seem stupid, I know, some of those minions are utterly worthless, but Dazzle felt a loyalty to Nutello and her friends, too.
The gray-and-white rat scurried up to a button and placed her paw on it. A small door only Dazzle would be able to fit into opened: inside there were several knives, ninja masks, throwing stars and smoke bombs, all big enough for Dazzle to hold. She put the black ninja mask on along with a suit, put some smoke bombs on her belt, and put two swords on her back and clipped the throwing stars to her belt. She then grabbed a jet pack and ran out of Nutello's headquarters and went into the hallway, heading for the elevator. She stepped inside and pressed the "up" button, and rose up in the elevator. It stopped at the inside of the porta potty, and Dazzle stepped out, strapped the jet pack on, and flew away.
Author's Note:
*dramatic music*
*dramatic music*
Sorry chapter is short, I was too lazy to write any more. xP
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