*Hey guys, the next part will be published today while the next episode will come out next week. This is published on March 1, 2020. If you enjoy this episode, please comment and/or vote. It will be much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a blessed day!  Enjoy!*

*Edit: This is where the episode really begins. Sorry for the inconvenience. I also decided to change the name of the episode.*

The boat finally merged back out of the water and was docked on the port of Meepville. Everyone walked out of the boat just in time to see the sun rising in the big city of Meepville. They walked on the wooden steps towards the wooden dock and looked out onto the ginormous city.

"We might be lucky that we won't hit that 'traffic'," Goat replied after noticing that there's barely anyone on the streets, whether it's driving or walking on the sidewalks.

"Well, that means less of a hazard to deal with," Michael input his opinion.

Jean, Cosette, and Fawn were squeaking to each other and hugging each other as if they're never going to see each other again. Jean pecked a kiss to both his wife and his child and hugged them again. He departed from them and climbed up to Michael's leg and reached his shoulder.

"Ready to go, brother?" Michael asked, smiling at his mouse friend.

Jean nodded his head with a determined squeak.

Guy and Michellee were holding hands while Sam joined them in holding hands by grabbing Guy's other hand. They stopped when they reached the end of the dock while Guy glanced over his shoulder at Michellee, who had a frown on her face.

"We'll be okay, Michellee, I promise," Guy reassured Michellee, reading her mind.

Michellee perked her head up a bit and smiled. "I know...it's just...I-I--"

Guy let go of her hand and brushed his finger on her lips. "You don't have to say anything." He cupped his hand on her cheek, causing her to smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

Sam let go of Guy's other hand so his best friend could kiss her on the lips. Guy and Michellee shared a brief kiss on the lips and then they dispersed, leaving a smile on both of their faces. Sam smiled at both of them but then frowned a bit. Goat strolled up beside him and noticed the sad look on his face. He handed Sam a pistol with a trusting gaze.

Sam noticed Goat handing him a gun.

"In case you need something to help you fight back," Goat informed Sam.

Sam stared the gun, slowly taking it into his hands. "Thank you."

"No problem, amigo."

Gluntz ambled by Michellee with a smile on her face. "Aw, you guys are so cute together."

Michellee giggled a bit at her. "Thank you."

Louis was about to walk towards the group until McWinkle put a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Son, when are you going to tell them?" McWinkle asked softly, staring into his son's eyes.

Louis became confused for a moment but then frowned a bit. "They shouldn't have to know."

"Are you sure you can keep this forever? What happens if--?"

"They won't, Dad. I guarantee you. For their sake, they won't," Louis spoke up soothingly, reassuring his father about whatever they were talking about.

McWinkle took his hand off of his son's shoulder so that Louis could walk back to the group. The old man stood there with a sigh, gazing down at the wooden port. He lifted his determined gaze back up at the group and strode towards them.

"We got to go if we don't want the Ghosts chasing us throughout the streets of Meepville," Louis encouraged the group with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, it's not like we've already been through that enough times already," Goat implied sarcastically while the group began to split up.

Michellee gave Guy one last hug before they depart. "Be careful...please."

Guy smiled at her lovingly. "I will...you too."

"Of course. I'm always careful. It's you I'm worried about," Michellee teased Guy a bit, which made him chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I love you."

"I love you too."

They dispersed from each other while Guy pecked a kiss on Michellee's forehead. She strolled away from him towards McWinkle, Louis, Gluntz, Cosette, and Fawn. Cosette and Fawn were perched on top of Gluntz's small beanie while waving their paws at Jean, who's standing on the fox's shoulders. Jean waved his paw back while Goat led Guy, Sam, Michael, and Jean through the streets of Meepville.

~.~

"So...where in the city is this man at?" Michael questioned Goat while the men explored in the downtown area of Meepville.

Goat focused on what's ahead of him. "He moves around quite a lot. Although, lately, he's been predictable."

"Predictable? How?" Jean inquired Goat, raising his brow while sitting on Michael's shoulder.

"He's been living the same place for years," Goat answered, making his statement obvious.

Guy looked around the city to make sure that they're not being followed.

Sam shifted his gaze up at Guy with curiosity. "So, what else can you do with your powers? As far as you know?"

Guy pondered for a moment. "Well...I can read minds, use some kind of control force, predict the future, and...self-healing."

Sam widened his eyes while his mouth dropped open in awe. "Oh wow! That's so cool!"

"Yeah...it is...but it's not fun when you suddenly get migraines and nightmares," Guy replied with a sigh at the end of his sentence.

"So...this guy you mentioned," Michael spoke up to Goat, with questions still roaming in his head. "Is he...I don't know...a fortune-teller?"

"Um, no. He's not. I don't know why he's called the 'Seer'. I think it has something to do with the fact that he could see something beyond our understanding...like something natural I guess. People say he's a fortune-teller or a magician who came after brunkels but...I knew him personally. He wasn't after the brunkels," Goat explained about the fellow they were going to see.

"What was he after?" Sam jumped into the conversation.

Goat pondered for a minute about Sam's question. "He wanted to protect the environment from the fires spreading throughout the world...that's what he once told me."

There's a brief pause while the group approached a little white wooden shack squished between the two tall buildings.

Goat cornered a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Here we are."

"Wait, that's it?" Michael inquired, giving a disbelief look at his friend.

"That seemed to be a bit...small," Jean stated his opinion. "I mean...it's big for me but small and tight for all of you."

"Yeah, we're going to have squeezed through one by one. I'll go first," Goat indicated while peeking through the gap of the boarded-up doorway. "Looks like he just blocked himself off from society. I'll fix that."

Goat stood up on his hind legs and punched through the wooden boards that split apart easily. He used his back hoof to kick the bottom wooden board to make walking through the small shack easier. He dropped back down in all fours and strolled through the darkness within the shack. He took out his rifle in case someone had broken through the shack and was still hiding within. He took a quick scan of the room and squeezed through the cramped spaces from the boxes piling up with such disorganization.

When Goat squeezed through, he approached an elevator. He lowered his weapon and turned around to notice his group watching him. "It's safe to come in! Don't come in all at once, though!"

Guy gestured Michael to go in first. Michael nodded his head in understanding and ambled through the abandoned shack. He shimmied through the tight spaces between heavy cardboard boxes while keeping his eye on Goat. Then, Sam went in after Michael after Guy gestured him to do so. Guy took one last look outside to make sure they weren't being followed and then entered the small shack, squeezing between the boxes and following Sam.

Jean sighed deeply while Sam and Guy squeezed themselves out of the cramped spaces. "Well...that's one tight space."

"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one having to squeeze through," Michael replied with a heavy breath.

Goat approached the elevator while pressing the arrow down button.

"So...why is there an elevator?" Michael asked, panting a bit from squeezing his gut through the cramped space.

Goat smirked at them. "It's a secret passageway to the Seer."

"Oh boy, more secret passageways," Jean reacted with a bit of sarcasm.

"Oh, you'll have fun with this one," Goat responded, catching the mouse's sarcasm.

Guy stepped beside Goat. "Let's just go see the Seer and see what he sees."

"Try to say that five times fast," Sam muttered underneath his breath.

The elevator bell rang and the doors slid open. Goat warily stepped in with the group following behind him.

Goat glanced at the group with a cautioned look. "You might want to hold onto the railings behind you."

"Uh...why?" Michael asked with a raised brow.

"Just do it."

Guy, Sam, Michael, and Goat held onto the railing behind them while Jean gripped around the scruff of red fur on Michael's neck. Suddenly, the elevator dropped them rapidly without any warning. Sam hooted like it's a rollercoaster. Goat laughed at Sam's enthusiasm while Michael, Jean, and Guy screeched all the way down. They jerked to a stop at the bottom floor while the floor opened up a hole purposefully. The group plummeted into the metal mine cart in some kind of mine caves. The floor of the elevator closed up while Guy and Michael groaned a bit in pain.

"Ow...I didn't think the elevator is going to drop us down like the Hollywood Tower of Terror. Ugh!" Michael whimpered a bit at the end of his sentence.

Goat perked his head up to notice the rails ahead of them. Sam popped his head out of the cart and spotted a downhill ramp that seemed steep.

"Guys! You got to check this out!" Sam shouted excitedly, like a child jumping around with glee.

Guy and Michael sat up from the mine cart while Jean climbed on top of the fox's head.

"Wait, is this a rollercoaster ride or something?" Jean questioned the group.

Goat laughed a bit. "Yep. A little bit."

Guy and Michael stood up to their feet and looked ahead of them.

"Um...I think we better hold on to something--"

The minecart began to move forward, interrupting Guy's sentence.

"Um, Goat, does this thing have seatbelts?" Michael asked, witnessing that there's nothing to hold onto.

Goat blankly stared at Michael. "Uh, no...were there supposed to be seatbelts?"

"Oh no," Guy muttered underneath his breath as the mine cart approached the steep cliff of the rails. Suddenly the cart rolled rapidly down the steep rail, causing the group to scream on the top of their lungs. The rail turned the cart sharply to the right while they saw the loop ahead of them.

"Oh boy! Here we go!" Jean shouted while holding onto the scruff of Michael's fur again. The cart went on the loop, causing everyone to fall out of it when they reached upside down. Michael clutched onto Guy, Goat held onto the fox, and Sam held onto Goat tightly. They all screamed until the cart caught them. They stayed laying in the cart while the ceiling went by faster than they anticipated.

"We're all gonna die! We're all going to yipping die!!" Michael cried out as the cart went faster and faster. Guy squeezed his eyes shut from the lights constantly flashing at him every time they passed by the multiple lightbulbs on the ceiling. Suddenly, the cart tilted forward onto the firm wooden block, throwing the group out of it. Goat landed on all fours with his hooves clattering on the ground. Jean flew away from the group and landed face-flat on the ground. Guy and Michael rolled out of the cart, which Guy ended up landing on top of the fox. Sam tumbled forward, sitting upright with a sigh in relief.

Goat turned his head and smirked at the group. "So...how did everyone enjoy the ride?"

"Whoo! That's actually fun! Who's ready for Round Two?!" Sam cheered.

"No!" Guy and Michael barked as the fox tried to crawl out from underneath Guy but couldn't.

"Uh...Guy...could you move your body? You're heavier than you think," Michael requested with a bit of a groan.

Guy moved his body off of Michael while giving the fox the deadpan stare. "Gee, thanks for the compliment."

"Ugh...I've fallen...and I can't get up," Jean groaned in pain.

Michael crawled away from Guy and stood up to his feet. He laid his opened pay down next to Jean so that the mouse could climb into his paw. Jean climbed onto Michael's paw while Michael moved his hand over his shoulder. The mouse crawled onto the fox's shoulder while Michael put his arm beside him.

Guy stood up to his feet and dusted himself off. "This is not something I would like to do again."

When the group looked up ahead of them, they saw something extraordinary. There's a quaint house that appeared a lot like a huge tree with moss covering little front parts of the wooden rooftops. There's a waterfall on the left behind the house while there's a lake of water behind the house. There are a few trees grown on each side of the house with a tuft of different colored truffulas on each.

The group was in awe at this scenery. Goat smiled a bit at them and stepped onto the front porch. He knocked on the green door a bit loudly.

"Eh?! Who is it?!" Someone shouted from inside of the house, sounding like a grumpy old man--older than Guy.

"Hey, amigo, it's me, Goat!" Goat answered the person's question.

From outside of the house, the group could hear someone stumbling and opening and closing cabinets.

"Whoa! I ain't letting you hurt the animals!"

"I ain't gonna hurt the animals, compadre! We just need to come in!" Goat replied in a booming voice.

"Wait, who's we?!" The voice interrogated.

"Me and my friends!"

"Since when did you ever have friends?!"

Goat lost his smirk with a sigh. "Look! We have an individual with special abilities that we need your help with!"

There's no response.

"Look, I'll offer you brunkels if you--!"

Suddenly, the door unlocked and swung open in front of them. Guy, Sam, Michael, and Jean stared inside of the house, trying to find the man in the house.

"Ahem. Down here," A voice came again except it's clearer. The group glanced down to notice that there's a miniature man with a big blond mustache that covered his cheeks but not his mouth. He had blond bushy eyebrows with orange fur, similar to Guy's fur. He's short, slightly shorter than Sam by an inch. He's a bit chubby with thin arms crossed against his chest. He's staring sternly at Goat.

"You're not fooling me, Goat, are you?" The short orange-fur man inquired while having his bushy blond eyebrow raised.

"I may do a lot of things. Fooling anyone isn't one of them," Goat answered plainly.

The man shifted his attention to the group, sweeping his gaze at them until he came across Guy. His beady eyes widened suddenly while a surprised gasp escaped from his lips.

"Guy! Good thing you came! Come on in!" The miniature man shouted with excitement while rushing back into his house and towards the kitchen to cook something up. Goat raised his brow and glanced up at Guy. Guy shrugged his shoulders, having no idea what's going on.

Sam leaned in to whisper to Guy. "How does he know your name?"

"I--have absolutely no idea. Never met this guy in my life," Guy muttered to his best friend.

Michael and Jean exchanged baffled gazes at each other and entered the house with Goat walking beside them. Sam followed after the animals while Guy took one last look outside, mostly at the Truffula trees in awe. He strolled inside while shutting the door behind him.

~.~

Meanwhile, McWinkle led Michellee, Gluntz, and Louis towards the small agency called B.A.D.M.E.N, standing for Bureau of Animal Defense Meepville Environmental Network. Cosette and Fawn perched on top of Gluntz's hat, their mouths dropped open agape. When they entered the agency, they noticed all of the men and women working there. Some have tattoos all over their bodies while some were wearing pierces on their ears, noses, and the edges of their bottom lips. One of them was analyzing the latest report and jotting down on notes. When his pencil broke, he used his teeth to sharpened his writing tool and kept writing. Michellee noticed that with complete shock.

Michellee's heart raced with anxiety, not sure if she was even in the right place. She noticed two men arm wrestling with such aggression. Someone could've broken an arm but they had thick biceps...it would be nearly impossible for them to break an arm, right? She wished Guy was here with her, just for the sake of keeping her feeling safe but she knew Gluntz, Louis, and McWinkle were there to protect her if she needed any.

Louis noticed the panicked look on Michellee's face and stood beside her. "Don't worry, they're not as bad as they appeared to be."

Michellee nodded her head slightly in understanding but she wasn't convinced. McWinkle led the group to the front desk, where there's a muscular person with a knight's helmet on and veins popping out of the biceps, almost like anyone would die if they were choked by the person. Michellee couldn't tell if the person was either a girl or a guy. She felt a bit tensed when the person appeared to be glaring at them.

Gluntz waved childishly. "Hi, Crystal!"

Suddenly, the muscular girl named Crystal began clapping her hands with a small laugh of joy. "Oi, hello there, Gluntz. How are ya doing today?"

Michellee widened her eyes in complete shock that the person who would appear to choke the living daylights out of anyone was actually nice.

Louis whispered back to Michellee. "Told you."

"Not good lately. But it's going to be okay eventually," Gluntz replied honestly while trying to keep that positive smile. "You?"

"Oi, this Ghost case is hard, friend! We've been hunting him for months but we couldn't pinpoint where he is," Crystal pointed out in a Scottish accent.

"It's a cult," McWinkle informed Crystal in a firm tone.

"A cult?! This case should be easy then!"

"It's not as easy as it sounds, friend," Gluntz replied with a sigh at the end of her sentence, remembering Guy's parents and older brother being murdered by the Ghosts. "In fact, they can be unpredictable."

"Oh boy...how did you both obtain the information? Also, I thought you're retired, McWinkle," Crystal replied to McWinkle.

"Well...the Ghosts didn't let me retire. In fact, they were hunting our friends. And I was in their way," McWinkle grumbled with a sigh.

McWinkle would like to enjoy his retirement but he knew that there's something in him that wouldn't let him just lounge around and do nothing all day. He had to do something or even say something. After being in the force for several years, he had looked forward to retirement but he never knew that he would miss the thrill it brought him.

"There are some people that presumed that you're dead. I mean, there are neighbors nearby that heard a gunshot at your house--"

"I'm afraid we're getting off the subject," Louis responded respectfully. "Are there any unused computers we can use?"

Crystal turned her head to McWinkle while lifting off her helmet to reveal her chubby cheeks and big adorable eyes up at him. "Who's he?"

"My son, Louis McWinkle. He's a detective and would like to explore through the computers. There's the information we need to obtain from them," McWinkle stated plainly to the muscular woman.

Crystal pondered for a moment. "We do have unused computers. Whatever you do in those, make sure you saved them on some sort of a flash drive. In a day, it will wipe out the history you're searching for."

Louis took out his black flash drive from his pocket with a smug smirk. "That won't be a problem."

To Be Continued...