*Hey guys, I'm back with another part. Hopefully, the next part of the story will either come out later on today or tomorrow when I have more free time. This is published on May 29, 2020. My time zone is a lot different in another state than the West Coast. So, my body is a bit messed up from the time differences. If you like this part, please give it a vote and/or comment. I'll see you guys later! Enjoy!*

Goat's Dream:

Goat woke up in a dark place. It's not uncommon for him to wake up in a dark atmosphere but there's something different about it. Goat roamed around the dark place and heard someone screaming...someone familiar.

"Michael!" Goat called out his friend and ran through the darkness, following the scream. The next thing he approached was a burning house where he heard that scream. "Hang on, Michael!"

Goat searched around for an area to enter the burning and noticed a broken door. He busted down the broken door and jumped into the fire to save the screaming fox. He managed to go through the burning building and searched for his friend.

"Michael! Where are you?!" Goat yelled his question.

"In here!" Michael shouted as Goat went into the ruined collapse. Goat busted it down and noticed Michael behind two bars that were farther apart with a mouth trap around his snout. He had his thighs up against his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. He noticed Goat with a soft smile in relief.

"Goat!" Michael cried out while getting up from his sitting position.

Goat zoomed towards the bar and tried to move them so that he could get to his friend but he couldn't. "Hold on! I got you!"

Michael reached his paw out for Goat to grab. "Please! Don't let them get me!"

"Who, zorro?!" Goat responded with widened eyes. He reached his hoof out for his friend to grab but they were inches apart from reach. The fire began to burn bright behind Michael, making its way towards the fox.

"They're going to make me a monster! I don't want to hurt you!" Michael began to sob as the fire was close to his back.

Goat began to tear up while reaching his hoof further. "Michael...just-just grab my hoof. Please--"

The fire began to touch the fox, causing Michael to groan in pain.

"Goat...it hurts," Michael whimpered, drawing his hand away from Goat's.

"No, amigo...please, just-just grab my hoof--"

The fire was slowly consuming Michael, letting the fox scream in pain.

"GOAT! HELP!"

"MICHAEL, NO!" Goat bleated with tears staining on his cheeks while watching his friend be burned up in flames, reminding him of his parents. Unknowingly, the flames slowly approached Goat, beginning to consume him as well. Goat began to breathed heavily and snapped his eyes close to not see the fire burning him up slowly.

~.~

Reality:

Goat jolted himself awake, feeling something covering his eyes. He figured that he's blindfolded and tied up in the office chair. However, he felt a chair behind him as well.

"Michael...Michael, are you awake?" Goat heard a groan in response, sounding strikingly similar to Michael.

"Goat...wha-what happened?" Michael uttered a question.

Goat sighed in relief quickly. "Thank goodness you're okay, amigo."

"Goat...did something happened to us? Wait, why can't I see anything? Can you see anything? Am I blind?" Michael questioned, beginning to panic.

"Calm down, zorro. We're just kidnapped--"

"Kidnapped?!"

"Shhh! Don't scream," Goat shushed his friend, even though he couldn't physically cover Michael's mouth to quiet him down...he wished he could though. However, he's able to put his hooves into Michael's paws. At first, Michael shuddered at the touch but then he held onto Goat's hooves as if it's a lifeline. "It's okay, amigo. We'll get out of this."

"How?"

"I-I don't know. But we'll figure out something."

They suddenly heard footsteps coming towards them. Someone lifted the blindfolds off of them. Goat blinked his eyes and glanced around the dark lab room.

Michael's blindfold was taken off, causing the fox to breathe heavily. "Uh...who are you and why did you kidnap us?"

"What do you want from us?" Goat growled at the mysterious person who took off their blindfolds.

A needle was suddenly stuck into Michael's neck, causing the fox to whimper.

Goat narrowed his brows together. "Hey! What are you doing to him?!"

"You will accept your fate soon enough," Goat heard a voice as a needle poked through his neck.

Goat groaned in pain. "W-What did you just put in us, a-amigo?"

"You will see the truth," An anonymous voice echoed in the room as someone untied the fox and turned him to touch shoulder to shoulder with Goat. They were both tied together side to side and glanced up to noticed a bright blue-furred priest with a dark robe, standing in front of them.

However, when Goat stared at the priest long enough, the priest's face became distorted. Goat furrowed his brow while glancing at Michael, who's face was also a bit distorted but in a hilarious way.

"Pfft!" Goat began to chuckle. "Michael...your face."

Michael edged a small smile on his face while glancing over his shoulder at Goat, which, from his perspective, Goat's face looked mushed.

Michael burst out laughing. "Man, you so ugly!"

"No, you're so ugly, your nose grew like Pinnochio's!"

"You're so ugly, your momma had no idea who you belong to!"

"You're so ugly, Area 51 was thinking about capturing you and identified you as an unidentified specimen!"

"Aw naw! You're so ugly, people start to question whether you're a sheep or a donkey!"

There's a brief pause between both of them. Then the animals burst out laughing, confusing the priest.

"What's so funny?" The priest asked as they both glanced up and noticed the priest looking distorted. So distorted that he looked like their friend, Jean the mouse. That's when both Goat and Michael lost it.

"Jean!" Goat chuckled hoarsely, causing confusion in the priest.

"It's Jean!" Michael screamed with pure delight.

"The distorted version of Jean!"

The animals cackled at each other's jokes.

The priest cleared his throat, ignoring their laughter. "Where's your little--?"

"Look at that nose!" Michael pointed, noticing that the nose was bent up from his point of view.

"He looks like a disabled Rudolph!" Goat snickered, who couldn't control his laughter.

"Where's your little friend, Jean? We need the mouse here too--"

"What type of serum did you give us?" Goat questioned immediately with a small laugh.

"The truth serum," The priest answered, growing a bit impatient now.

"The truth serum?" Goat repeated the answer.

"Yes."

There's an awkward pause as both of the animals cackled obnoxiously at the priest.

"You idiot! This is not the truth serum!" Goat yelled.

"This ain't it, chief!" Michael shouted while they both laugh at the priest.

"You idiot!"

"You idiot!"

"SHUT YOUR FEEBLE MOUTHS UP!!" The priest barked demonically, causing both of the animals to flinch.

Meanwhile, Jean watched the whole thing from underneath the lab table. How did he get out of that bag that he slipped himself in the last episode? I guess the mouse was so small that it's barely noticeable that he slipped out.

Jean found a vent and snuck through it, hoping to find something that will help his friends out of whatever situation they got themselves into. After about two minutes, Jean found a dark room from the vent door and entered it by busting through the vent. As he walked into the room, his night vision eyes saw something horrific. There's blood...blood everywhere. Jean almost gagged when he saw the mangled bodies of animals and people alike, their guts and parts of their bodies scattered on the floor. Jean tried to avoid looking at the disgusting display while searching for something that might help him and his friends to get out of that situation. Like a knife or saw--something like that.

As Jean was ambling warily through the dark bloody room, he noticed the familiar symbol that had the circle with two snakes crossing each other like an X-mark. The mouse shuddered to remember that symbol. What does it even mean? Jean shook the thought out of his head and continued onward until he heard a fainted warbling sound from a box ahead of him. The mouse tilted his head and aroused his mind with curiosity. The warbling sound became a low purr when he opened the latches of the small box. Something popped out of the box instantly, causing the mouse to fly off of it. He gazed up at this beast in the darkness, its height growing by its long neck. To anyone, it looked like a dangerous beast but to Jean, it was the key to getting out.

~.~

Vicky, the vixen, observed the horrible scene where a short man with red fur and a lab coat getting electrocuted for morning routines. It sickened her for every time she had to watch it. She was standing by her boss with gray fur and strands of white hair. His stance was upright and proud as if he's in perfection despite having wrinkles on his face.

"We've been doing this to him for thirty years...don't you think we could ease up on electrocuting him?" Vicky probed her question, blurting out her concern.

"Why? If we don't do this procedure, how will he reach to perfection?" Vicky's boss responded, turning to face her.

"Perfection, sir?" Vicky questioned further, raising her brow.

"That's right. You're 'new' to this," her boss indicated as he turned around and walked out of the room where the man was being tortured. Vicky followed after him, taking mental notes on how her boss was walking. "You see, Vicky, perfection doesn't just happen overnight. It takes an extreme concentration of the mind, soul, and body to completely listen to what the whispers tell them."

"I see. So, you do whatever the voices tell you?"

"Of course."

She entered the office room with her boss where there were glass panels in front of them that overlooked the neverending jungle called The Jungle of Nool.

"What do those voices say?" She said suspiciously.

Her boss turned to her with a wicked grin. "This world needs to be wiped clean, Vicky. Don't you hear them? But...there's one last puzzle piece and it lies...with him."

Vicky noticed a poster with the orange-furred knox with a brown crumpled hat. She stared at him to notice his name in red underlined...

Guy Am I...

~.~

She finally got out of that bag that she had been trapped inside for what felt like days. E.B crawled out of the bag slowly, smelling the bloody stench in the room she was crawling into. Soon enough, the young ten-year-old girl saw what it appeared to be blood everywhere. And then the dissected bodies with their insides showing, causing the little girl to cover her agape mouth with her pupils shrinking in terror. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. It's a sight to be unheard of for a ten-year-old.

She then saw a silhouette of a man looming in the darkness, strolling towards the lab table where a purple-furred knox's bloody body was sprawled all over the table. The man appeared to be short, his back hunched over a bit, and his legs wobbling. His hands were replaced by a sharp saw blade and a claw. The lab coat he's wearing was stained with blood while he wore a mask with three lenses, one on top and two at the bottom.

E.B was lucky that the short man didn't notice her. She knew she had to get out of here. When the man had his back turned, she found an exit right beside her and skulked out of the room quietly. When she exited out of the room, she noticed a dark hallway and heard an outburst of laughter from familiar animals.

"Goat? Michael?" E.B muttered quietly and warily strolled down the hallway. She hid behind one of the crates as soon as she saw a bright blue-furred man in a dark robe and a familiar symbol hung around his neck as a necklace stormed out of the room. The priest strode into the room next to the one he stormed out of. She slowly snuck over to the doorway of the next room to listen to the conversation.

"What did we put in those agents? They are behaving like wild animals," The priest growled lowly.

E.B gave a quick peek into the room to notice the priest with two other men who were bulky and muscular.

"It's...the truth serum," One of them answered nervously.

"If it's the truth serum, then why are they laughing like maniacs?" The priest questioned angrily. "They are supposed to tell the truth. They are supposed to confess their sins. And they are simply mocking their fates--"

The other muscular man had his eyes widened while showing the serum they used. "Sir, you might have grabbed the wrong serum."

"What do you mean?" The priest asked, still in a rage.

The priest examined the used chemical while sighing deeply in frustration. "No wonder they are laughing like hyenas. They're injected with the stupid laughing serum. How long will this last?"

"We-uh-don't know...that was the test serum," The muscular man answered, scratching the back of his head.

The priest glared at his henchmen. "You better find out. Otherwise, we're stuck with those laughing idiots."

E.B. quickly hid when the priest was about to make his way out of the room with his henchmen following after him. When they left, the child saw that the men left the door open. She snuck into the room where she discovered that it's a monitor room where there were cameras everywhere. The young girl noticed the lab room where Michael and Goat were laughing their heads off. She knew that she recognized those laughs. Now, getting them to snap out of it would be a tricky thing to do.

E.B shut off the cameras and quickly skulked into the room next to the monitor, which was a huge mistake in this child's opinion. But it's easier to access, so she's not complaining. When she entered the room, Goat and Michael were in tears from all the laughter.

"Oh my gosh...my gut hurts from laughing too much," Goat muttered to Michael, chuckling quietly.

"Mine too," Michael responded to Goat's words.

"Guys," E.B called out as she stepped towards them.

Both of the animals glanced up at E.B. And then, almost like it's a replay, they burst out laughing.

"E-E.B! Why are you walking around like that?!" Michael yelled, laughing his head off.

E.B. had her arms crossed, raising her brow. "Did you guys say anything that might be revealing to that weird guy?"

"I told you, Mom, I don't do drugs...except smoking," Goat uttered, chuckling continuously.

Michael giggled at Goat's statement.

E.B sighed irritably. "Guys, snap out of it."

"Make me!" Goat barked with a chortle.

E.B slapped Goat in the face, with drawn brows. It was sudden that Goat's expression to giddy to shock after he got slapped in the face. He shook his head, finally snapping out of whatever trance this serum put him through and glanced up at E.B, who had her arms crossed.

"What the-?!" Goat shouted at first but soon realized that he's in a darkened room. So, he lowered his voice. "Niña, what are you doing here?"

"I was kidnapped...again," E.B droned, mostly at herself.

"A-Are you okay? Where's your mother? Where's Guy and Sam?" Goat whispered to E.B.

"Wha-What are you guys talking about?" Michael stuttered, smiling like a doofus.

Goat widened his eyes. "What happened to you, Michael?"

"Both of you guys were injected with the 'Laughing Serum'," E.B stated plainly.

"L-Laughing serum?" Goat shifted his attention to E.B.

"Yeah."

"Huh, so they are idiots," Goat muttered as he focused on the girl. "E.B, find some way you can cut us out of here."

"What about Michael?" E.B pointed out.

Goat turned his head to notice Michael drooling a bit while smiling so stupidly.

"Michael, lose the stupid smile. It's cute but now is not the time to fool around," Goat warned, slipping in a compliment without knowing it--in which E.B caught.

E.B looked around the dark lab room while Goat tried to snap Michael out of his trance.

"Michael. Eggs," Goat blurted out the name to snap Michael out of the trance but it didn't work. "Uh--Sandra. Uh, Jean...Guy...Sam...E.B. Um, Goat."

Michael still had that stupid look on his face, almost like he's phasing out into his happy fantasyland. Goat bit his ear and tugged at it gently but it didn't prevail.

Goat groaned to himself. "I can't believe what I'm about to do."

Goat nuzzled his nose against Michael's neck since they're right next to each other. He couldn't necessarily slap the fox in the face since they're both tied up and the only thing he could do was bury his face into the fox's neck. Surprisingly, that snapped Michael out his trance way too quickly.

The fox shifted his glance over at Goat, who pulled away just in time for him to stare back. Michael's face was beet red but it's barely noticeable compared to Goat's face. Goat had his face reddened and eyes wide.

"Uh...are you on Earth now?" Goat uttered softly.

Michael nodded his head a bit while looking around the room. "I-I think so."

"Good."

E.B found cutters and noticed both Michael and Goat sharing warm smiles to each other.

"Are you guys done with your moment?" E.B teased as she approached both of the animals.

Michael had his eyes bulged out. "E.B! How did you get here?!"

E.B sighed sadly as she cut the animals loose. "I was kidnapped...again."

Both Michael and Goat stood up from their seats and glanced down at her.

"Well, we got to get out of here first...then, we'll discuss how we can get you back to Michellee or Guy," Goat determined as he headed out of the room quickly. Michael and E.B trailed behind him.

To Be Continued...