*Hey guys, I'm sorry for publishing it late. I've been busy with school lately. I think I need an extended time to finish this episode and the final episode. There's also an epilogue that will lead into Season 3...LOL! So, I published what I can today. Hopefully, either in the next part or this part, I'll be done with this episode. So, enjoy!*

Guy's Dream:

Guy snapped his eyes open with an exasperated gasp. He took deep breaths while noticing that he woke up in a hallway covered by weeds. He doesn't know where he was at this point. He couldn't get up from the ground covered in weeds. He looked down just in time to see the weeds wrapping around his body like a spider web.

He screamed while struggling to get out of it. "What's going on?! What's happening?!"

"Hey, Guy...can you hear me?!" Guy could hear the Lorax's voice from everywhere.

"I can hear you! What's going on with me?!" Guy shouted while trying to kick the weeds off of him.

"You're in the deepest darkest part of your mind. We need to figure out what you can do with those powers of yours."

"How am I supposed to know what I'm doing if there are weeds wrapping itself around me?!"

Guy screamed when the weeds pulled him further into the sac, covering him.

"Help! Help!" Guy shouted while the weeds finally covered his body and crushing his body. "Someone...what's happening to me?!"

"Guy...Guy! Is everything okay?!" Guy heard Sam's voice from everywhere.

"Compadre! What's going on?!" Goat screamed from the void.

"Guy!" Michael called out.

Guy heard a squeak, guessing that it's Jean trying to participate in helping him.

"Guys! I-I-!" Before Guy could say anything, he began to have a migraine while his stomach was churning. He kept hearing voices, which he couldn't tell if they were real or in his head.

"Why are you such a failure?" He heard a deep growling voice.

"You know you'll let them die---just like you let your own family die," Another voice spoke in his head while the weeds were crushing his body.

Reality:

"What's happening to Guy?!" Sam screamed with panic in his tone from seeing Guy groaning in pain.

"I don't freaking know!" Michael shouted with pure fright.

Goat glared at the Lorax, who seemed to be calmer than the calm ocean. "What did you do to him?! How can we wake him up from this?!"

"You can't. And...I haven't done anything to him. He's inside of his mind now. That means the only thing keeping him from waking up is himself," The Lorax calmly explained the situation.

"You don't make sense!!!" Goat yelled at the Lorax.

"It's a phase--."

"I don't care if it's a phase! He's hurting right now!" Goat barked while trying to shake Guy's shoulders to wake him up.

"That's because there are weeds wrapping around him," Lorax informed quickly.

"Weeds?" Michael inquired immediately.

"Wait, why weeds?" Jean questioned but it's mostly to himself.

"If I could recall, weeds can grow from anywhere and can choke living daylights out of a plant," Michael pinpointed about weeds.

"So, that explains Guy groaning in pain. It's almost like he's choking!" Sam figured out while holding onto his friend's hand tightly.

"So, what happens when there are weeds wrapped around him for a long time? Will he just wake up like it's just a nightmare?" Goat questioned the Lorax instantly.

"Actually no...he'll either be stuck in a coma or die. There's a higher chance that he will be in a coma for a while. However, if he doesn't fight back those weeds--we won't be able to find out what his powers are," The Lorax explained briefly. "The sleeping potion can put someone in a deep sleep for a long period of time until they---uh--"

"What?!" Goat growled angrily.

The Lorax scratched the back of his head. "Well, until they either break through the weeds or they will be stuck in the dream forever."

"Alright, so what do those weeds represent? That's the question," Jean brought up the question to the team.

"I think it might represent his fear--since he's in the darkest and deepest pit, it's probably fear," Michael guessed instantly.

"If it's fear...then what would he be afraid of?" Goat asked, mostly himself.

Sam widened his eyes in realization, remembering all those times where Guy felt like a failure throughout their journey to return Mr. Jenkins, the chickeraffe they rescued, home. "It's failure."

"What?" Michael questioned Sam.

"Before Guy tried the green eggs and ham...well, maybe after it too--he's been saying that he's a failure and kept telling me that he will never succeed in life. I tried to encourage him and told him that he's meant for something greater...but he never believed me," Sam explained with sadness in his tone.

Goat pondered about it for a moment. "Maybe that could work."

"What?" Michael uttered.

Goat smiled a bit softly. "There's something we can do help him get through whatever he's getting through. Sam, you said it yourself that Guy was afraid of failure."

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Maybe that's something we can talk to him about," Goat replied softly.

Guy's Dream:

The weeds around Guy tightened while he began to give up fighting the weeds.

"Please, help me," Guy muttered while pushing his only small strength against the weeds.

"Guy, can you still hear us?" Guy heard Goat's voice from the darkness.

"Why are you such a failure?"

"What was the point in fighting if you'll end up losing?"

Guy heard other voices too and they were louder than the Goat's. "Goat...is that you?"

"Yeah. It's me," Guy heard Goat respond.

"You're such an idiot!"

"You're never going to be good enough!"

Guy began to tear up while squeezing his eyes shut. "G-Guys...tell me something that only you would all know about me individually! I-I can't tell which voice I'm listening to!"

Reality:

"Guy wanted you guys to tell him something that only you would know about him individually...he can't hear you with all those other voices," The Lorax read Guy's mind and translated for the group.

Goat raised his brow in absolute confusion and pondered for a moment. He shifted his gaze over at passed out Guy laying on the couch. "The first time we met, I tore through the cabin you and Sam were in because you had the stolen chickeraffe. You tricked me with that stupid audio box and a few feathers from your chickeraffe friend. Heck, Sam stuffed some vegan version of green eggs and ham into the motor oil of my motorcycle. Your darn machines exploded on me...twice. The last one was your flying contraption except you knew it would explode."

"Don't forget, you almost threw us off a cliff of a mountain and drown us in a boat," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, I remembered that," Goat replied with a sigh.

Jean rubbed his chin to think. "You were the one who prefers to eat oatmush than green eggs. I wouldn't want to eat it with you either."

Michael pondered for a minute about his say. "Uh, oh! You were the one who busted me out of prison when I was accused of murder. Heck, you understand how I feel about Sandra!"

"Um, okay, let's not get too far into that," Sam muttered underneath his breath.

"Sandra!" Michael cried a bit. "She makes waking up in the morning worth it! Sandra--!"

Guy's Dream:

"Okay! Okay! I know it's you, Michael!" Guy shouted while being crushed inside of the bundle of weeds.

"Michael, shut up, he knows it's you," Guy heard Goat scolding Michael a bit.

"Oh...sorry," Michael apologized from the void.

"Guy...I know you're afraid of failure," Sam's voice echoed from the void. "I know that you build all these wonderful inventions and they are beautiful. Guy, I knew that you had more to offer in this life ever since I met you at the diner. I knew that you had all the places you can go to and all the sites you are able to see. I knew that you're a world-changer, Guy. You have so much creativity in you that you don't realize half the time that you are successful. You have everything you wanted...you have a family who loves, friends who support you, and people to cherish. But you are so afraid of failing that you don't try."

As Guy was being crushed under the weeds, he began to realize something. "Sam...it wasn't just failing that I'm afraid of. It's-It's losing you, Michellee, and E.B. It's losing the only people who I cared about in the whole wide world. I wasn't afraid of failing my invention because I know that all of you guys will be there to support me. I-I'm just afraid of failing you guys. Failing at protecting you from those Ghosts and from Jeckles. I-I wanted to keep everyone safe...I wanted the lost things to be found. When I found out about my youngest brother being an assassin...I didn't know what's going on or why he's an assassin...but I realized that I pushed him away from me because all I ever wanted to do or be is successful...and I didn't even pay attention to him."

Guy began to sob a bit, remembering his family again. "I failed at protecting him...I-I failed at comforting him when he needed me. I failed him as an older brother. And I don't want to make that same stupid mistake with any of you."

There's a brief pause.

Reality:

"Huh...this is worst than I thought," Michael, the fox, replied underneath his breath. He cleared his throat to speak clearly to Guy. "Look, Guy, everyone makes mistakes. That's part of life. It's not your fault for how your brother turned out. You both made amends, right? That's all it matters. And the part about you failing us--the only thing you could do to fail us is losing yourself in that darkness. The Lorax stated that if you're in those weeds for too long, you might either be in a coma or maybe even dead. You have to fight back those weeds and pulled out those roots before they choke you to death. We'll try to help you as much as we can but this is your battle. This is your mind. You are inside of your own mind, the only thing that is choking you is you. It's the darkness in your mind. So, pull those weeds from the roots with those newfound powers of yours and show them who's boss! Show your mind who's boss!"

"Who's your daddy?!" Jean shouted along with Michael.

"Yeah, who's your daddy?!" Michael encouraged while Goat just shook his head in discouragement and averted his gaze away from the mouse and the fox.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Goat muttered while licking his lips to speak clearly. " Guy, do you remember your father's last words to you before he passed away?"

There's a distant pause between them.

The Lorax raised his brow. "He's not answering."

"Is he suffocating?" Sam asked urgently, his heart pounding anxiously from seeing his best friend in a bad shape.

"Yeah...but...it seemed like he wanted to respond," The Lorax replied.

Goat sighed deeply. "He said that no matter whether you're an inventor or a paint-watcher, he'll always be proud of you. Never once did he say that you're a failure, Guy. He's proud of you. Your parents are proud of you. They love you, Guy. And you have your friends out here to help you whenever you need it. You have Sam...Michael...Michellee...McWinkle...Gluntz...Jean...E.B...and Louis." After Goat listed these names, he frowned a bit. But he picked it back up with a soft smile. "They're your family, amigo. If you can't fight those weeds for yourself...fight for the ones you love. Make them your strength instead of your weakness."

Everyone widened their eyes in shock while staring at Goat, who seemed confused as to why everyone was staring at him with bewilderment.

"What?" Goat questioned everyone staring at him.

Michael cleared his throat while averting his gaze away from Goat. "Nothing."

"I didn't know you have a heart!!" Sam gasped with complete shock.

Goat raised his brow, confused about what Sam meant. "Yeah. It's been beating on my chest since birth. Without it, I'm dead."

"That's not what he means, Goat," Jean squeaked his opinion.

Guy's Dream:

Guy was on the verge of suffocation. He continued to hear voices but he did hear that last part from Goat.

"If you can't fight those weeds for yourself, fight for the ones you love."

Guy became deep in thought while closing his eyes and exhaling deeply to release all of his anxieties and worries. It's sudden for him to have immediate flashes of memories but they're not bad. They're wonderful memories. Memories of when he's in Stovepipe. He remembered playing and building the treehouse with younger brother, Jeffrey. He recalled the moment where he was with his oldest brother, Dave, who's driving his red truck through the cornfield and tearing it up with a mischievous smile. He could remember his two other older brothers, Stanley and Todd, helped him with a school project for high school. There was a time where he saw his parents giggling and dancing with each other, always happy to be with one another.

After his childhood memories, he remembered the first time meeting Sam. Sam was full of life and energy. He would smile no matter what situation they were in. He remembered Mr. Jenkins, the chickeraffe they rescued from Snerz. Guy remembered the animal always licking him in the face and called him 'Papa'. His heart instantly melted when remembering that memory.

And then there were memories of Michellee. Both of them were in the Quiet Cart while whispering to each other about the conversation of safety. Guy could remember blushing when he saw her. He could see her smiling--making him grin wider. He could also remember that moment in the cabin where both of them made an inside joke about accidentally cutting or spooning up a heart on their food. He could recall E.B. knowing about his crush on her mother as they searched for Michellee's counting beans in the rainy night.

Guy instantly recalled McWinkle and Gluntz chasing him and Sam because of the chickeraffe, at first thinking that they would hurt him since they were the B.A.D.G.U.Y.S. but then realizing that they were on the good side. He remembered the moment where Goat was crazy. He's still crazy but not as much as he used to be. Guy still thought that Goat was the last person who would actually give him hope and inspiration. Michael and Jean were stuck together like glue since they were both in jail for crimes they didn't commit. Guy remembered that they would goof off a bit and had little disputes. He could remember Louis helping him with fighting off the assassins. He saved Guy's life countless times and he never thanked him for it...which kind of made him feel bad a bit.

All of those memories, those crazy adventures...it was because of them that Guy had them. They were highs and lows but it's something worth having. For some reason, he felt a weight being lifted off of him and he's no longer suffocating. He's breathing again. He snapped his eyes open to notice his hands glowing brighter than before and the weeds slowly decaying and backing away from him. Guy smiled and took the advantage to push through the bundle of weeds, breaking out of it eventually.

He stood up to his own feet again with a bright smile. He looked around the hallway with weeds covering the walls around him. He glanced at his hands again, watching them glow in the dark.

"Pull those weeds from the roots with those newfound powers of yours and show them who's boss! Show your mind who's boss!" Guy heard Michael shouting these words from before.

"Love to," Guy muttered to himself while extending his hands out and using his control powers to pull the weeds off of the walls in front of him. The weeds tore off from the walls from their roots. Before they could grow and try to grab him, he tore them apart, piece by piece until there's nothing left. He quickly recognized that he's still in Stovepipe High but it didn't phase him. He pulled the weeds some more throughout the school hallways, classrooms, cafeteria, and library, his heart soaring with excitement. Of course, pulling weeds wasn't the most exciting chore in the world but it felt good to take control of his mind.

Reality:

"Guys!!! He's pulling the weeds!" Lorax shouted with a thrilling voice.

The rest of the group widened their eyes in complete awe.

"YEAH! GUY!" Sam cheered ecstatically while clapping his hands together.

"Yes, Guy! Pull those weeds! Show them who's boss!" Michael roared his cheer.

"Who's your daddy!" Jean hooted like he's cheering on a football team on Sunday night.

"Who's your daddy!!!" Michael repeated after the mouse.

"Will you guys stop using that phrase?!" Goat yelled at the animals. He shifted his attention to Guy. "Go get them, compadre!"

~.~

Meanwhile, Louis continued to search through the Ghosts file. He scrolled down on all the names that appeared to be out of order alphabetically speaking. Gluntz and McWinkle studied the files while Cosette and Fawn were squeaking to each other out of boredom. Michellee, however, still had her heart torn from discovering something new about her dead husband. Her thoughts were too fast to process and her emotions were boiling over. She knew it's not safe to run out of the B.A.D.M.E.N since there might be Ghosts out there. But she knew she couldn't stuff down her emotions forever. She eventually ran into the women's bathroom of the B.A.D.M.E.N. building but it smelled in there. But...she didn't care. She began tearing up, letting out a good cry in the bathroom. She had no one to cry to or hug but she wished she had someone in there with her. She sobbed while gazing at her tearful reflection on the mirror. She wiped her own tears away but they kept streaming down on her cheeks. She heard someone entered the bathroom and turned around just in time to see Gluntz gazing at her sympathetically.

"I saw you run into the bathroom. I was wondering if you're okay," Gluntz replied softly with a small hopeful smile.

"Of course, I'm not okay...I just found out my friend participated in murdering my first husband and-and-and my boyfriend's brother is a murderer---and my daughter! My daughter-she-she--"

Gluntz pulled Michellee into her embrace gently, interrupting her sentence. Michellee stopped speaking while slowly wrapped her arms back over to Gluntz, sobbing.

"It's going to be okay. I promise," Gluntz soothed.

"Are you sure it's going to be okay? Because it felt like it's only going to get worse from here."

"I'm sure." Gluntz broke away from Michellee while noticing that her eyes were swollen from crying. "Anytime you're ready to go back to the group. Do you want me to wait with you or--?"

"That would be nice."

"Okay."

Both of the girls sat in the bathroom and waited for the hurt to subside.

Meanwhile, McWinkle noticed the name familiar to both him and Louis.

"Mom?" Louis spoke up quietly.

McWinkle softly gazed at his son, remembering what happened to his wife. He noticed Louis's sad but determined gaze at the screen while he clicked on the file. The file opened up the death of his mother from the assassin's point of view. There must have been cameras in those goggles they always wore. Louis stared at the screen, holding in the tears until McWinkle placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Louis acknowledged his father's touch and noticed the box who might be the killer responsible for his mother's death. Both Louis and McWinkle gazed at each other softly.

"Are you sure we should know about the killer?" McWinkle asked his son.

Louis nodded his head and stared back at the screen. He clicked on the box to reveal the murderer behind his mother's death. The father and son duo widened their eyes in shock while McWinkle gritted his teeth into a growl.

"That son of yip!" McWinkle cursed while having the urge to punch the screen.

The more Louis stared at that name...that familiar name, the more he wanted to let his father hunt this person down. The more he wanted to hunt the person down himself...that no good Jeckles Abbot.

To Be Continued...