*Hey guys, I'm sorry that this took so long to get published. This episode is finally over. YAY!! I'm supposed to publish this yesterday but for some reason, Wattpad decided to be glitchy yesterday. So, here you are with the brand new part of the episode. I will update Episode Thirteen when I got the time since I have school and all. This is published on August 25, 2020. If you like this part, don't be afraid to vote/comment in this section. It's greatly appreciated. Have a blessed day everyone. Oh, and the song used...well the music used is called "In My Daughter's Eyes" by Taraji P. Henson. Enjoy!*

McWinkle and Chad rushed towards the camp full of cultists and monkeys fighting Guy, Sam, and the other gang of monkeys that 'captured' Guy and Sam.

Chad watched the commotion going on with chattering teeth. "What are we going to do?!"

"You stay here! I'll help Guy and Sam!"

"WAIT--!"

McWinkle bolted into the battlefield to help Guy and Sam fight the cultists before Chad could say anything else.

Meanwhile, The Biologist noticed Sam about to be shot down by one of the cultists. He dropped Sam's red hat he's been holding for a while on the ground and snatched the cultist's wrist with his claw. The cultists glanced up just in time to notice the sawblade slicing through his skull. Blood splattering everywhere, freaking Sam out with his pupils shrunk in terror. However, he acknowledged the fact that he's lucky that it wasn't him getting cut by the Biologist. The cultist skull bled out into the dirt with a small bit of his pink brain showing. The Biologist turned to stare at Sam with his three green scope eyes.

"A̷r̷e̸ ̴y̴o̴u̶ ̷o̸k̶a̸y̵?̶" The Biologist checked on Sam, his voice a bit glitchy.

Sam nodded his head slightly due to shock. He quickly picked up his hat and put back on. Suddenly, the Biologist's mask began electrocuting his head, causing him to scream out in pain. Sam watched with horror as the Biologist collapsed on his knees.

"We need to retreat!" One of the cultists shouted as two of the cultists grabbed the Biologist's arms and pulled him away from Sam.

"Ṅ̵̨o̷̳͠!̸̬̭̏ ̸͙͛͌Ŷ̵͉̕ò̴̫̣͂u̴̪̬͂ ̴̺̌̒l̴͔̱͋͐i̶̩͘ě̵͚̕d̵̢̊͆ ̶̫͚͌t̸͚̗̆͠ò̵̲̙ ̴̼̩̾̊m̷̨̭̍̈́ḙ̶͈̀!̸͉̀̂ ̴̞̆Ĥ̵͇̳̈́ě̷̥ ̷̥̪̿i̷̢̍̐ś̷̝̰ ̶̗̮̾ā̶͚ḻ̵͔̉i̸̻͌͝v̵͙͖̔̊e̶̩̕!̶̱͌́͜ ̶͓̼̍H̸̠̭͝e̷͓͆ ̸̪͋̌i̴̜̻̽̀ş̴̫͌ ̴͉́̿a̶̜̓ĺ̶͕i̷̱̹̐v̴̡̝̔ȩ̴͙̾!̸̦̪͒̑!̴̰̥̌̂!̶̜̚" The Biologist sputtered while suffocating in his mask. The cultists dragged him towards the black vehicles that swooped in during the fight. They threw the Biologist at the back of the truck and locked it. Sam heard banging and crying from the Biologist inside of the truck as the cultists quickly got into the trucks and drove away from the camp, leaving only the purple monkeys to fight them.

The familiar chickeraffe scurried through the camp, gobbling like a panicked chicken running for its life. Sam noticed this with a big childish grin on his face.

"Mr. Jenkins!" Sam called as the chickeraffe switched his gaze on his old friend and happily scampered towards him. The animal tackled Sam with a big smile on his beak, licking Sam's face to show delight in seeing him.

Sam giggled at Mr. Jenkins while being licked on the face. "I'm happy to see you too, pal!"

McWinkle joined in fighting the monkeys and throwing them away from Sam and Guy. He was soon joined by three other 'monkeys' as they took off their disguises to reveal The Grinch, The Lorax, and Gabriella.

McWinkle had his eyes widened in shock. "What the--?!"

"No time to explain!" The Lorax shouted as he used his powers to push the monkeys away from them.

As they were fighting the monkeys, Chad noticed one of the monkeys sneaking up behind Guy. He breathed in and out heavily to see that no one was noticing this as he fogged up his glasses, cleaned them up a bit despite being cracked, and then put them back on. He charged through the camp and jumped on the monkey that was sneaking up to his old friend from high school. Both Chad and the monkey tumbled through the camp as the monkey kicked him against the cage that Horton was trapped in. The monkey took out his spear to stab Chad with but, before the monkey could take this action, Chad heard a crack from the monkey's neck without anyone's hand touching it. The monkey collapsed on the ground, revealing another 'monkey' who had a grumpy look on his face.

"Uh...thanks...monkey with supernatural powers--"

The 'monkey' took off his disguise to reveal that it's Guy. "It's me, Chad!"

Chad screamed at first until he realized that it was Guy disguising himself as a monkey. "Oh...uh, hi, Guy. Wait a minute, if you're the monkey then--"

Chad glanced behind Guy to notice the other 'Guy' was getting licked by Mr. Jenkins, laughing his head off.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Stop it! Stop it! Birdie, stop!" The other 'Guy' squealed like a little girl.

Guy turned around to notice Mr. Jenkins with broadened eyes and a bright smile. "Hey!"

Mr. Jenkins stopped licking the other 'Guy' and noticed Guy in his monkey suit, warbling and tilting his head with absolute confusion.

"Papa?" Mr. Jenkins squawked meekly.

Guy took off of his monkey suit while the other 'Guy' took his disguise off to reveal it is the Cat in the Hat, who's wiping his face from the licks given by Mr. Jenkins.

"Papa?" Cat probed as the chickeraffe glanced at him in pure shock and began to squawk with panic. The monkeys began to retreat out of the camp, knowing that they couldn't win against the people with powers, weapons, and wit.

Guy walked up to Mr. Jenkins while petting his neck to calm him down. "Hey, calm down, Mr. Jenkins. It's okay."

"Awww, no wonder the chickeraffe called you papa," Cat purred while eyeing on Guy.

Guy rolled his eyes at Cat while McWinkle noticed him.

"What the yip?!" McWinkle shouted at Guy.

Gabriella glanced at McWinkle. "Oh...we just played an old switcheroo on people. It wasn't intended to tricking you guys."

McWinkle furrowed his brow. "Then, why play the old switcheroo?"

"So, that we wouldn't die," Grinch explained plainly.

"We're trying to save everyone in the camp and, uh, surprisingly worked out well...even if it did not fall into most of the plan," The Lorax stated with a nervous giggle.

Chad stood up and approached his group. "Well, I say that we have to find the ladies and the animals before the monkeys come back with more arms and...cultists."

"That sounds like a good idea," Gabriella replied while nodding her head in agreement.

"Well, do you know where they are specifically?" Grinch asked both Chad and McWinkle with a raised brow.

"Uh...well, we can start searching--"

"So, you don't know?" Grinch probed Chad with a raised brow.

Gabriella glanced around to notice that they're missing people. "Hey, where's Karlos and Max?"

"Oh, I put them in my hat before we jump into this situation," Cat answered while taking his hat off of his head. "Hold on, let me pull them out."

Cat grunted a bit as he lifted the fishbowl out of the hat with Karlos in it.

"It's about time you take us out. I have no idea how long you guys are fighting those---whatever you call them," Karlos groaned a bit in irritation.

Cat set Karlos's fishbowl down and then pulled out the familiar brown dog, who's growling at Cat in impatience.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you hate my guts because I'm a cat," Cat growled a bit as he set Max down and lets the dog run to the Grinch.

McWinkle sighed deeply. "Alright, since everyone's gathered now, we can find the others before the sun goes down."

They heard rustling from the bushes as the group turned their heads to see the familiar purple kangaroo coming towards them.

"Are you guys looking for the rest of your friends?" The purple kangaroo, Jane, asked the group.

McWinkle nodded his head slightly with an arched brow. "Yes."

"Follow me. I know where they are." Jane headed back through the jungle with the group following her with some sort of hesitation but they made sure they keep up with her.

~.~

Michellee stroke her daughter's head while sitting on the boulder inside of the cave with Vicky, Michael, Goat, Horton, Morton, and Jean. Horton and Morton kept a watch outside of the cave for anyone who was either their friend or their foe while Vicky was stitching up Michael's deep wounds with Jean watching in pure fear and a tiny bit disgusted.

"Ow!" Michael whimpered, biting his bottom lip to cope with the pain. Goat laid there next to him, in extreme concern.

"Are you sure you're helping him?" Goat asked Vicky but not out of criticism, just greatly concern.

Vicky nodded her head in reassurance. "Yeah. If we leave his wounds open, he would be bleeding out some more."

"I-I'm fine, guys--ow!" Michael yelped when Vicky stuck a needle on his fur to stitch up one of his deep wounds.

"Hold still," Vicky cautioned as she tugged the thread gently.

Jean shifted his worried stare up at the vixen. "How long will this take?"

"Depending on how many scars I have to stitch up...in that case...there's about fifteen scars on his back," Vicky counted while gently caressing Michael's back, causing the fox to wince a bit.

Jean hissed through his clenched teeth. "Ouch."

Goat furrowed his brow. "Wait, how come you're still standing? I mean, you were able to stand up, pick me up, and carried me all the way over here without even breaking a sweat. How does that happen?"

"It's called being young, Atticus," Jean responded plainly, moving his gaze at Goat.

"Indicating that I'm old?" Goat inquired with a challenging tone.

"I didn't say you're old. But thank you for pointing that out."

"I'm not old."

"Really? How old are you?"

There's a distant pause as Goat sighed deeply.

"Thirty."

"Get out of here!" Jean shouted with disbelief. "You don't look thirty! You looked fifty!"

"I don't sleep as often as you people. That's why I look like an old goat."

"That...actually makes sense."

Goat rolled his eyes at Jean and glanced away for a second until Michael whimpered a bit in pain, catching his attention.

"It's going to be over soon, Michael. Just five more," Vicky soothed while rubbing the fox's shoulder in comfort.

Michael smiled softly at Vicky, who's exchanging a soft smile back. Goat noticed this while rolling his eyes a bit at their 'loving' gazes at each other.

He's not jealous. He's not jealous at all. Is he jealous? No, no! He's not jealous! There are a billion people in the whole world that Michael could've to choose from...anyone at all! Why, out of all of the billion people in the world, would he choose Vicky? Why does it have to be Vicky? Goat was puzzled by these questions. He didn't seem to trust her enough to be with Michael. Wait, why is he so protective over Michael? The fox is a grown adult...capable of making his own decisions. But...Goat couldn't help but worry for the fox. What if Vicky was just another Sandra? His heart would break before finding his real soulmate. What if Vicky saw him as Sandra saw him? Stupid and incompetent. Why can't these women see his friend the way Goat sees him? Kind, loyal, funny, strong, and brave--why can't they just see that instead of his flaws? He may be eccentric, clumsy, naive, and gullible but those flaws never outweighed his bright personality in Goat's eyes. But most importantly, why can't Michael see himself the way his own friend sees him? Why does he always think of himself as a monster? He hadn't done anything to hurt him or Jean or even E.B. All he did that may be considered 'monstrous' was killing Dylan but that's beyond his control...it wasn't his fault. The question is...who's behind the fox whistle?

Goat groaned deeply from all of the questions burrowing themselves in his head.

Okay, Okay, I'll shut up now.

"Are you okay, Atticus?" Michael's voice spoke up from behind him.

The goat turned his head to glance at Michael, who's biting his bottom lip from Vicky stitching up his scars. He nodded his head with a soft smile. "I'm fine, Michael. I just got a headache."

"Why don't you get yourself some sleep," Vicky suggested softly while focusing on stitching up Michael's wound.

Goat shot a deadpan stare at her. "I don't need to sleep."

"Uh...with those wrinkles, you look like you do," Jean piped up from Vicky's shoulder. "Besides...you said so yourself that you don't get so much sleep and that's why you look like you're a hundred years old."

"Jean--"

"They're in here," Jane interrupted as she entered the cave with Guy, Sam, Cat, Gabriella, Lorax, Grinch, Karlos in his fishbowl on top of Cat's hat, Max, McWinkle, Chad, and Mr. Jenkins behind her.

Michellee and E.B had their smiles widened as they ran towards Guy and Sam.

"Guy!" Michellee cried as she zoomed over and hugged him tightly. Guy embraced her back tightly, burying his head into her brown hair. E.B joined in along with Sam as one happy family again. Everyone around them smiled at the sight.

Cat opened his arms wide. "Can I join?!"

Guy, Michellee, E.B, and Sam stared up at Cat, confusion written on their faces. This discouraged Cat while he slowly withdrew his arms.

"Alrighty--"

"Yeah, you can join," Guy replied meekly while gesturing Cat to join in.

Cat had his eyes widened from this reply, surprised. "Uh...okay. Sure!"

He had a big smile on his face as he zoomed in and hugged Guy, Sam, Michellee, and E.B.

Gabriella stood there with a soft smile, but it's mostly at Sam and how he embraced his loved ones. Her cheeks heat up for every time she thought about that Sam I Am. For some reason, despite his recklessness, she felt safe around him. Why was that? Sam noticed Gabriella standing away from them and watching them. Not wanting to exclude anyone, he reached his hand out for her to grab. She chuckled lightly while staring into his eyes lovingly. When she grabbed his hand, Sam pulled her into the family hug, causing her to gasp in shock when being yanked into the hug. The warmth of their hugs filled her with joy...like she's finally a part of something...something big.

Mr. Jenkins warbled and began to wrap its long neck around the hugging family, causing them to giggle at his purring. He licked everyone's face, causing them to laugh. When he got to Gabriella, he licked her face along with her neck, letting her giggle at the sight. She backed away from them before it got too much. Then, something strange happened.

A peel of her pink fur on the side of the neck barely stuck out from Mr. Jenkin's slobber. Sam noticed this first before anyone else. He saw a strange birthmark on the side of her neck. It wasn't the cursed symbol or anything but it's almost the size of his palm. Apparently, Gabriella saw that Sam noticed it and quickly covered it up before anyone else saw it.

"Well, I gotta go back to the jungle," Jane announced to everyone as Horton stood by her with Morton on top of his head.

"Why?" Morton asked her with a raised brow.

Jane sighed. "I'm going back and take back the jungle from those cultists. I have to find some way to convince the animals that those people are horrible."

"That's suicide, Jane. They'll kill you," Goat cautioned with care in his tone.

Jane stared at Goat, surprised at his reaction. Then she softened her gaze at him."I have to try. And I think I know how." She slowly turned to Horton, who's holding his flower with the speck nesting on top of it.

Horton darted his eyes everywhere. "What?"

"Since your speck could talk...maybe they'll be convinced that I was wrong about you and your flower and that...that how I led was wrong. Maybe if that happens...hopefully, they'll see," Jane explained as Rudy, her son, popped his head out of the pouch.

"Do you think they'll listen, Mom?" Rudy asked his mother.

"I hope so," Jane replied softly as she glanced up at Horton and Morton. "I'm sorry for all those years I was hunting you guys for those voices in the speck. I hope you can forgive me."

Horton pondered for a moment and then beamed softly at her. "Forgiven and forgotten."

"Yep. We're cool," Morton added with a soft smile.

"Thank you." Jane noticed the sun going down in the sky outside of the cave. "I think we should get going."

"Yep." Horton nodded his head in agreement.

Morton gazed down at the elephant's eyes. "I concur."

"Atticus," Jane called out to Goat, catching his attention. "Make sure you don't lose them."

"I will," Goat replied while nodding his head. He pondered deeply, his heart hurt for some reason. "Jane...I'm-I'm really sorry for what I put you through."

"I know," Jane responded softly with a frown. "I--I need time."

"I understand," Goat acknowledged gently. "Just be careful out there."

"You too. Good luck to you guys," Jane replied as she hopped towards the jungle with Horton trailing behind her.

Everyone bid Jane, Horton, Rudy, and Morton farewell while watching them disappeared into the jungle.

Sam then had his brow raised. "Atticus?"

Goat sighed deeply. "Oh boy."

"There's a lot of stuff we need to catch up on," Vicky indicated with a bright smile.

As everyone began visiting each other and catching up, Sam was the only person frozen in his stance.

There were a million questions in his head. About Guy's powers and whether or not it will consume him, about the Biologist's recognition and reasons why he wanted to protect Sam, and about Gabriella's strange birthmark and why she kept it hidden. So many questions whirled around his head...like a Whirpool of Thoughts. And he had no idea how to get out of it.

~.~

It was late at night where Vicky was on top of the cave, gazing up at the stars brightening up the night sky. She seemed deep in thought about a million things. While everyone was sleeping, she picked a flower and fiddled with its blue petals. She heard someone climbing up behind her, causing the vixen to turn her head. It's Michael approaching behind her with a grunt from climbing up on top of the cave.

"What are you doing up?" Vicky asked with a raised brow.

Michael sighed deeply to finally relax next to her. "I couldn't sleep."

"Nightmares?"

"Eh...that and well, I guess I'm still awake from what happened earlier today."

"What happened earlier today?" Vicky questioned with concern in her voice.

Michael sighed again but this time...sadly. "Well, I was passed out by the number of times those men beat me up. I'm kind of scared that if I fall back asleep or wake up from sleep...somehow, I'll end up back there and getting beat up. I don't know if that's just me being afraid or--"

"It's trauma," Vicky softly uttered. "It's...It's one of those things that you go through in your mind. It makes an impact on you for some reason. Sometimes you don't know if they'll ever go away."

"How do you know?"

Vicky twisted the corner of her mouth downward.

Michael gasped a bit. "Oh...uh, sensitive topic?"

"Yeah...it's...you know what, how about I tell you a story?"

"O-Okay."

Vicky sighed deeply and sadly. The soft music began to play as she gazed out into the stars. She began to sing:

https://youtu.be/UzI6nlR7jrs

"Once upon a time,

There was a vixen,

Who fell in love with a fox.

A love that binds them together...forever.

She had everything she could have ever wanted.

Having two strong arms wrapped around her.

A fire in her heart that can never be extinguished.

The butterflies in her stomach are gone!

Hearts soar through the clouds.

Like a prayer answered by God.

Souls intertwined forever in spirit,

Hanging onto the wings of an angel.

A family was born.

Happy and loving.

These miracles that they're blessed with.

The vixen couldn't be any happier.

She had everything that she could've ever wanted.

Having three little angels playing in the garden.

An embrace that could never wither.

That could never fade away.

Hearts soar through the clouds.

Like a prayer answered by God.

Souls intertwined forever in spirit,

Hanging onto the wings of an angel.

A storm passed by...

Those sounds blinded her.

Those screams were so familiar.

Blood seeped on the floor.

Lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor...

And she's the only one standing.

While the blessings from Heaven faded away.

Her gun was the only thing she held.

She had everything that she could've ever wanted.

But she lost them now.

A moment that vanished away.

Time she could not take back.

Hearts soar through the clouds.

Like a prayer answered from God.

She can only look up to the skies,

And watched her beloved family hanging on the wings of an angel."

She concluded her song with a sad gaze at the ground.

Michael had his eyes widened. "Oh gosh, Vicky...that poor vixen. I mean, she has everything and to lose it all--"

"That vixen was me, Michael," Vicky uttered softly while shifting her focus on Michael.

Michael had his jaw dropped slightly agape. "I-I'm so sorry."

"Well, that's the dark secret."

Michael pondered for a moment. "Man, I thought I had dark secrets."

"What were your dark secrets?"

"Well...uh, I dated a chicken once," Michael replied with a stutter.

Vicky tried to hold in her laughter while Michael just rolled his eyes teasingly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know...it's stupid."

"No. It's adorable actually. I, um, dated a rabbit once...that did not go well," Vicky replied with a story that related to his.

Michael laughed a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah."

They both laughed with each other, enjoying each other's company. They exchanged soft gazes until Vicky peeled her gaze away from the fox's and back at the starlit sky.

"It's getting late," Vicky indicated.

"Can I stay up here with you?" Michael asked softly.

Vicky's cheeks reddened a bit while she shook it off. "Be my guest."

Both Michael and Vicky gazed up at the stars with the vixen leaning into the fox slightly. Michael, at first, was shocked that she would get close to him but then a smile came back on his face.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Vicky ignited the conversation.

"Yeah, yeah, it is," Michael replied while staring at Vicky for a brief moment and then moving his gaze up at the stars. 

To Be Continued...