*Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter of my version of Sing! I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! We're getting to the end. I'm thinking that maybe a few more chapters and it will be over! Whoo!!! And then I'll write my own version of Sing 2 once it comes out! How does that sound?! This is published on September 30, 2021. If you guys like this chapter, don't be afraid to vote and comment. That will be greatly appreciated! Warning: mentions of rape and---well, rape(it's not explicit I promise). Enjoy!*

Buster groaned as he fluttered his eyes open. He didn't get a chance to see where he was when a booming voice echoed around him.

"There he is, my star pupil!"

Buster blinked more than once to finally find himself in an abandoned warehouse while laying on a green couch. He turned to see an older koala with blue eyes just like his and white strands of his gray fur.

"Roy?"

"Oh, so no uncle. Just Roy. First, I died before your birth and now I don't get an uncle," Roy, the older koala, said with a little sass in his tone.

Buster narrowed his brows while sitting up. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was going to have you come back into the gang life. But now, I have some questions. What's up with the name Buster Moon?"

Buster groaned in pain from the collateral damage that was done earlier in the theater. "What?"

"What's up with your name? Did you get it off from famous celebrities or did you just make it up on the top of your head? I mean, it has a nice ring to it. It sounds grand...majestic. 'Buster Moon, the greatest showman the world has ever seen!' I mean, if it weren't for those flops you'd received that title. Too bad the talent show was a bust. Ha-ha, get it, Bust-er...no, not in the mood to joke? Gah, despite you being Buster Moon, you still act like Daniel Rambo--"

"Don't you call me that!!!" Buster barked angrily.

"Why? Did it bring back past traumas?" Roy questioned while tilting his head.

Buster breathed heavily while his small body was shaking.

"Oh, it did, didn't it?" Roy asked, figuring something out.

Buster tried to not cry in front of his long-lost uncle, who he tried to forget along with the other painful memories.

Roy noticed that Buster was trying to hold in the tears. "Trying to be strong in front of your old man, eh? Did you forget how to do it? Has being friends with your theater crew lower your guard down that much? Made you forget that you're ever Daniel Rambo?"

Buster's tears squeezed out of his eyes to think about his theater friends.

Eddie...

Ash...

Johnny...

Meena...

Mizuki...

Ms. Crawly...

Mike...

Nancy...

Rosita...

Gunter...

Despite telling everyone to leave him alone, Buster knew he's doing this to protect his friends from what his uncle was capable of.

"Wow, they must've meant to you that much," Roy awed as if he never saw emotion before within Buster. "It's too bad that they never knew the real you. I wonder how they reacted once they find out that you're not who you pretended to be. That you used to be a gang member...a stripper...and someone who killed his own father--"

"I didn't mean to kill him!" Buster blurted out while trembling. "It was an accident!!! I was just trying to help!"

"There he is!" Roy cheered. "Finally, you spoke up. I don't have to read your mind."

"I didn't mean to kill him...I was just trying to help."

"You were lucky that you didn't get arrested. You're lucky I was there to take care of you. But you left me to pursue this theater arts college because that's what you wanted to do since you're...what? Six-years-old?"

Buster began to sob, covering his ears but he could still hear his uncle's snarky voice.

"And an old lady friend you've known since childhood...just took you in," Roy continued. "And the rest is history. You changed your name to Buster Moon, cut me off, and just formed a new identity, just to clean off your slate. Or, wait, I'm sorry, new year, new me. So...you just changed yourself completely and wiped out any history you had."

"Just leave me alone," Buster muttered lowly to where Roy couldn't hear him.

"What was that?"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Buster screamed while he heard one of the guns raised and pointed at the scared angry koala. Buster was about to charge at Roy but his wrists were chained to the couch.

"At ease, he's chained up," Roy told one of the hyenas holding up a gun behind him as the hyena lowered the gun obediently.

There's a brief pause as Buster just glared at Roy.

Roy snickered a bit. "You've gotten more aggressive over the years too. Huh, I wonder how that happened. I'm surprised you weren't as abusive to your little secretary as her boyfriend was--"

"We weren't in a relationship--"

"Aww, you guys look like it though. It's kinda cute...weird how just an innocent doe would end up with a murderer but cute."

There's a pause.

"Unless you're in total denial. You cared so much about her that you don't want me finding out about you and her. You know, it wouldn't hurt to meet her formally. Not that she needs to know why her lover decided to push her away."

Buster breathed heavily while shutting his eyes closed.

"Hey, you didn't even deny the 'lover' part. So, you do love her after all. That's sweet. What would happen if she found out that Buster Moon was Daniel Rambo, hm? What would happen if she saw the real you?"

"She's better off not knowing...just like everyone else."

"Why? You think you're keeping everyone else safe from me. Which I'll admit is very noble of you despite being a murderer but...when will you realize that you have insecurities? You're not doing it to protect them...you're protecting yourself--you're selfish."

Buster began to sob, his tiny body going rigid from holding in the tears.

"You're crying because you agreed. You've put them through so much pain that you cannot stand it when the blood is on your hands the same way your father's blood is on yours--"

"I SAID IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!" Buster roared while his blue eyes turned into feral pinpoints.

Roy smirked. "It doesn't matter, Daniel. Murder is murder and your dear old dad's blood will forever be on your hands."

Buster covered his head while trembling violently. The flashes of memories of where his father was thrown into the streets lingered in his mind.

"You were supposed to be my son."

"You're never his, to begin with."

Buster didn't know what to do as his body was shaking all around, with all the traumas coming back to haunt him.

The lights were spinning around and around and the words from his uncle weren't heard. The scars on his back began to hurt worse than ever before as he opened his palm up to see that one word.

Friend.

Buster breathed heavily while trying to close his eyes.

"Friend."

"Friend."

"But you shoved all your friends away--"

"Aw, who wrote that on your hand?" Roy took Buster's hand as Buster gasped and trembled.

Roy examined it. "Let me guess one of your friends already saw scars on your back and wrote that as a way to comfort you. Too bad you shut them all out."

Roy took out his knife, earning a gasp from Buster.

"Wh-What are you--?"

Before Buster could question the older koala's intentions, the koala sliced opened Buster's skin on his palm. Buster yelped in pain as his hand began to bleed out.

Buster yanked his wrist away from the older koala while breathing heavily. His eyes were glued to his hand that was bleeding and cut across the word Mizuki wrote with a black sharpie.

"Sharpie ink is hard to wash off," Roy stated while cleaning off the knife with a cloth in his pocket. He put it back in his pant pocket as if it never happened.

Buster had tears in his eyes as he held his hand close to his chest, not caring if his blood gets on his suit or not.

Roy glanced back at his nephew with a smirk. "Well, since your theater collapsed, your shows flopped, and you shoved all your little friends away from you, you have nowhere else to go. That's too bad. Guess the greatest showman is down on his luck. Well, it's never too late to come back to crime."

"I will not join your gang, Roy," Buster growled with anger in his watery blue eyes. "You can kill me. But I will not join your gang! Not after all of the things you put me through."

There's a tender pause.

"Now, why would I kill you, Buster? What's the motive in that?" Roy responded finally.

"You want me, don't you? You got me. I refused to join your gang. So, you can kill me because I'm not needed. I'm just a loose end."

"Oh no, that's not true, Daniel--"

"Don't call me that--"

"Too late, that was always your name. It's the name your mother gave you before she died of cancer because your father couldn't keep up with his medical insurance," Roy answered with a hiss. "I know that you don't remember your mother much because she's always sick."

"Why didn't you try to help? You have the money--"

"Your father wouldn't let me," Roy answered with a chuckle. "He knows where I get my money from and he wouldn't associate himself with me since I'm a criminal. He never associates himself with me because he wants to protect you from me."

"I see why now," Buster growled.

Roy appeared to be slightly offended. "Ow, eesh, I never thought you had that much aggression over the years. I thought your teen years were just a phase. Anyway, no, I don't think you're a loose end. In fact, I'm thinking up of a deal that you and I could both agree on--"

"I'm not making deals with you."

"So, you're going to be just like your father and don't associate yourself with me because you're far better than me?" Roy replied with his arms crossed. "You know, I was going to do this either with or without you but I thought it's something near and dear to your heart that you would have some say in this."

"That's the first."

"What do you mean?"

Buster furrowed his brows. "That's the first time you ever care what I had to say."

Roy shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's your theater we're talking about here."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, you think I knew you were Buster Moon the whole time? Ah, that would create some form of confusion there. You see, I didn't think Buster Moon was my own nephew but when I heard about a koala with blue eyes...and those scars on your back, that's when I knew you were my nephew. That antelope, Babeesh, wanted to kill you so badly and I thought he was talking about a different person."

"And the theater?"

"Right, there's a way to revive your theater. But I'm sure you don't want to associate yourself with the likes of me."

Buster paused for a second. "What do you want with the theater?"

~.~

"So, let me get this straight, Moonster's real name is Daniel Rambo and he used to be in his uncle's gang because he had no other choice than to join him after his father died. Glassy Eye is supposed to have some sort of custody of Moonster within his father's will but Uncle Pervert Roy wouldn't let her. Three years later, Moonster ran away, moved in with Glassy Eye, and started college where he changed his name from Daniel Rambo to Buster Moon. Then he bought the theater, the shows flopped, and he's trying to do a talent show. Am I getting the jest here?" Mike asked after Ms. Crawly explained about Buster's past within Ms. Crawly's apartment.

The theater group nodded their heads solemnly.

"I sink you got it," Gunter replied with a nod.

Eddie frowned. "Wow, I was friends with him for ten years and I never knew any of this about him."

"Then he's good about hiding it," Ash responded.

"Way too good," Rosita added sadly.

Johnny chuckled humorlessly. "I've been part of the gang all of my life but I'm not really good at lying or hiding. Dad knew something was off with me but he never questioned it."

Mizuki shook her head. "We got to look for Buster. Who knows what going to happen to him with those hyenas out there looking for him?"

"But he wants us to stay away from him," Nancy reminded Mizuki.

"Yeah, I don't think Mr. Moon wants to see us," Meena added while hiding in her ears.

"He does care about you guys," Ms. Crawly noted the group. "It's not that he doesn't want to see you but he thought that pushing you away will keep you guys safe from harm. The flood at the theater really scared him when you guys got hurt. I know that it's not justifiable but I think that's how his uncle raised him."

"Yeah, I think Dad pushed me away as soon as he joined a gang," Johnny replied sadly. "For various different reasons though."

Ash sighed deeply. "I cut off my entire family just to be with Lance because they want me to be a different person."

"If Moonster was implying that his real self is Daniel Rambo, I can understand why he would hide," Mike added. "Especially with the news about Rambo's Car Wash."

Eddie gazed up at the ceiling. "Let's go see how Buster is doing."

There's some form of hesitation from everyone but they all nodded their heads in agreement.

Thirty minutes went by as the theater group arrived at the hospital where Buster was staying at.

"Okay, let's not bring up the fact that we know that Buster is Daniel Rambo," Ms. Crawly instructed the theater group.

"That'll trigger him, right?" Mike asked.

Ms. Crawly nodded her head. "Yeah."

"Then we won't mention it," Johnny responded.

The animals entered the hospital as they approached the front desk.

"Hey, we're looking for Buster Moon," Mizuki asked the cow at the front desk politely.

"Oh, he left a few hours ago," the cow stated plainly.

"Wait, seriously?" Eddie questioned the cow receptionist.

The cow receptionist nodded her head.

"Okay, so...he's not here," Mike uttered.

"Where could he be then?" Ash questioned.

Eddie was silent while biting his lips. "I think I could guess where he is."

~.~

The theater group arrived at the theater that was now in rubbles, no longer grand like it was before.

"Buster," Eddie called while looking around the theater.

"We know you don't want to see us right now but this is really important," Mizuki uttered sadly.

The gorilla lifted up the rubble with his one good arm. "I don't see him."

Ash bit her lips. "Okay, Moon, we know your backstory but it's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah, we all got messed up backstories!" Gunter replied in a cheerful tone.

"Moonster, where are you?!" Mike yelled out Buster's nickname.

"We know you're sad right now but...it's going to be okay," Meena uttered sweetly.

"Guys, I don't think he's here," Nancy pointed out to the group.

"Does anyone have Mr. Moon's number?" Rosita questioned anyone in the group.

"Yeah." Eddie took out his phone and dialed Buster's number.

However, they heard ringing.

Meena's big ears perked up to hear the sound while her feet shifted on the ground. "Guys, I think I hear a ringtone."

Johnny listened carefully to hear what Meena was hearing. "Where is it at, Meena?"

Meena followed the sound with the others gazing at her. She moved some rubble and gasped in shock to find a cracked phone ringing under the seat. She used her trunk to reach down under the seat and pulled out the phone. Meena used her hand to take it from her trunk and showed it to the group to see Eddie's name on it.

Everyone gasped in shock as they briefly glanced at each other.

"Okay, something must've happened," Ash pointed out.

"Yeah, something happened! Moonster's been kidnapped by who? You guessed it, hyenas!!" Mike responded with anger, not intentionally at anyone.

"Wait, I thought they would be after us too," Rosita added.

"Okay, now I'm confused," Nancy uttered shyly.

"No...they're not after you," Ms. Crawly replied while the group looked at her. "They know that Mr. Moon would push people away if they got hurt."

Rosita blinked in disbelief. "So, all of this chasing after us--"

"--hunting us down with guns--" Meena stated fearfully.

Ash fiddled with her quills next to her cheek. "--had us feared going out alone--"

Johnny pondered for a moment. "--breaking into our places--"

"--stealing our phones--" Gunter added onto the list.

"--the death threats--" Nancy replied.

"--Babeesh causing the theater to flood--" Mizuki uttered in shock.

"---They were all to get Buster to push us away," Eddie finished everyone's thoughts.

"And now, they're not chasing us because they already got Moonster," Mike uttered in horror.

The group exchanged looks of horror and shock at each other at this new discovery.

"Okay, we have to get Buster now!" Eddie determined with his brows furrowed.

"Well, how are we going to do it? We don't know where he is and there's no way of tracking him," Ash pointed out.

"There's got to be a way to find him," Rosita uttered worriedly as a mother would be for her child.

Johnny pondered about it for a while until a place popped into his head. "I think I know where Mr. Moon was being held up at."

"Wait, I don't think it's a good idea to--"

"Let's go," Eddie urged as the group went off immediately.

Ms. Crawly was left alone in the rubble while breathing heavily from walking around with the group all day. "I'm getting too old for this."

The iguana sighed heavily while a newspaper was under her foot. She removed her foot, bent down slowly, and picked it up. The iguana stared at the newspaper to see a picture of a huge gorilla known as Big Daddy on the front cover of it. She gasped to realize that Big Daddy was also named Dexter, who is Johnny's father. Ms. Crawly bit her dried lips to ponder for a second.

She knew that Roy had an army of hyenas...but having the huge gorilla fighting them would be able to boost the theater gang. Ms. Crawly ambled her way out of the theater to get to the prison.

~.~

A map was laid out on the wooden table between Roy and Buster under the light as Buster gazed at the map intensely within the secret warehouse.

"I don't think you've been paying attention since you're busy getting caught up with your theater but ever since you left, I've been growing slower than usual. I tried to give some business ideas to your father before he died but he rather be washing cars than help put on shows. You know what I'm saying?"

Buster blinked in confusion. "What does this have to do with the theater?"

"Do you see these nightclubs I own? Some were booming rapidly while some were slowly breaking down. We have our mice workers sold to gang members just because some companies needed the money. However, when I saw your little local theater, I thought to myself 'Huh, that would be a great investment'...except the shows were a flop. I don't think Disney could get any lower than that...oh wait, they have. Anyway, back to the subject, your little theater interests me since there's some potential of drawing in more audiences with the right kind of shows."

Buster tilted his head in curiosity. "What are you going to do with the theater?"

Roy leaned back away from the light. "Oh, I'm going to rebuild it back up and give it to you. It's yours. You can live in this fantasyland that you're Buster Moon instead of Daniel Rambo and you can be the greatest showman the world has ever seen. Wouldn't that be cool?"

Buster blinked in disbelief this time. "What's the catch?"

Roy cornered a smirk. "Well, you're going to take charge of the theater and only this theater. But it's going to be owned by me."

"What?"

"Come on, have you not been noticing how many places I owned? Rambo Entertainment is slowly rising steadily from the grave. Don't think of this as a hand-out and think of this as more of a boost for you to live out your dreams. You're going to have such an easy life, Daniel."

"So...I'm not going to actually own the theater."

"I'm letting you be the boss of it--"

"But Moon Theater is different than Rambo Entertainment. The theater brought in good people--"

"Oh, those good people you mentioned, they got to go."

"What?!"

"Yeah, they can't work in the theater with you."

Buster shook his head. "Why not?"

"Why not? Your little friends get on my nerves, especially your gorilla pet--"

"Don't you dare call Johnny that?!"

Roy guffawed at Buster's immediate defense. "Whoa there, boss, jumping on the defense for your little friends, huh? Seems to me that you've grown too attached to them."

Buster gazed down at the map to see some marks of Roy's company while gazing back up at his uncle. "And if I don't accept this offer?"

Roy pondered. "Well, dire consequences can happen. Either you do or don't accept the deal, that theater is going to be mine. But...I don't think there will be anything good if you don't accept the offer. Daniel, I'm giving you the deal of a lifetime and you're going to turn it down--just like that? You're just like your father."

"What deal did you make with my Dad?"

"Well, since your father is dead, I was going to open a nightclub and have you be the lead stripper. Your father didn't like that," Roy replied with a shrug. "But I told him that you look good and...you know, men and women are attracted to you. But your father didn't like the deal and well, you came in and push your father into the streets."

Buster breathed heavily to remember that day. "I-I didn't mean to. I thought you guys were going to fight."

"Well, it turns out to not be that, huh?" Roy responded with his arms crossed.

Buster frowned while thinking about the deal. "You've stabbed me in the back several times throughout my life. What makes you think I can trust you?"

"Because I'm your uncle. And you'll do as I say. I know you, Daniel Rambo."

There's an intense silence.

"Then I'm done doing as you say," Buster growled.

"Well, that's too bad. I guess your little friends influence you in some ways," Roy replied as he turned to the hyenas. "Make sure you find his little theater friends."

"What?" Buster gasped.

"And kill them and their families--"

"No-No!!! Don't you dare touch them!!!"

"Maybe you'll think more thoroughly once they're dead," Roy responded carelessly.

"No!!! Don't touch them!!"

"How many kids does this female pig friend of yours have...twenty-five?" Roy questioned Buster. "Those poor piglets are going to join their mother since you're attached to everyone you meet these days--"

"NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THOSE KIDS!!!" Buster screamed tears unleashed in his eyes.

"You know what? Why don't we make some of them strippers when they get older? They might be good-looking as teens," Roy responded.

Buster clenched his teeth while the chains wrapped around his wrists were breaking slowly. The koala had his eyes pinpointed at the older koala who he called uncle once. Buster broke through his chains and charged at Roy but was held back by a couple of hyenas.

Roy smirked while tilting his head. "Looks like someone needs a time-out. Lock him up and make sure he doesn't get out this time."

Buster breathed heavily while struggling in the hyenas' hold. "LEAVE THEM ALONE!!! THEY'RE JUST KIDS!!!"

Buster was screaming while thrashing and kicking his feet up in the air, tears unleashed from his eyes.

"LEAVE EVERYONE ALONE!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!"

Buster looked up to see that he's being guided into a dark cell room, instantly giving him flashbacks of all the pain and suffering he's been through in there. "NO! NO!!! LET ME GO!!!"

He was thrown in there as the door was shut quickly behind him, locking him. Buster got up and ran towards the cell door, pounding his small body against it.

"Hey! Let me out! Let me out!" Buster cried. He noticed that there's no knob on the other side of the door as he clawed at the metal. "Leave those kids alone!!! Leave my friends alone!! Please! Leave them all alone!"

Buster collapsed on his knees as flashes of memories took him back to when he's being carried by three drunk animals and was tossed on the couch carelessly while hearing the resounding click of a locked door. Buster gripped his head while breathing heavily to remember what happened. Those animals...two were holding him down while the other one was on top of him, thrusting in and out of him. No, no, not again! Not those memories again!

Buster felt like everything was spinning and spinning around, causing him to be dizzy from all the memories and the present time.

"Stop! Make it stop!" Buster cried out as he stumbled over onto the bed. He curled up on the bed while holding his head. "Make it stop...make it stop."

Buster blacked out in the cell.

Meanwhile, Johnny was driving the black truck that he retrieved from his garage earlier with Eddie and Mizuki sitting at the front with the gorilla while Meena, Gunter, Rosita, and Ash were seated at the back, staring at the left window where Ash was sitting. Mike and Nancy were on the dashboard with their eyes glued to what's outside of the driver-side window.

Johnny parked on the curb a good distance away from the warehouse aside from them. The gorilla turned off the truck. "Mr. Moon must be in there."

Eddie nodded his head. "What's the plan?"

Johnny looked back at the theater group. "Well, since this place is guarded heavily, there can be only one place we can go where they're not guarding at all."

There's a brief pause among the theater group as the animals arched their brows to try to understand what Johnny meant.

~.~

Using Mizuki's glowstick, the theater group traveled through the dark sewers to get to the warehouse as the sewer smell was unbearable.

"Ugh, it stinks down here," Nancy complained while pinching her nose in disgust.

"Are you sure this is the way to get to the warehouse undetected?" Rosita asked Johnny with her brow arched.

Johnny was leading the group while holding the glowstick like he's holding a torch. "I'm sure. No one's guarding the sewers anyway. This should be easy--"

The group stopped to see three paths in front of them.

Mike blinked in confusion. "So...which direction are we going?"

"I bet ve can go straight! Right?" Gunter pointed at the path straight down.

"Sometimes sewers can take us to random different places," Eddie responded.

Ash looked up at Johnny. "Which way are we going?"

Meena perked her ears up with a gasp. "Wait, I hear something."

The group glanced at Meena.

"What are you hearing?" Mizuki asked urgently.

Meena stepped beside Johnny while her ears were following the sounds of someone sobbing. "I hear somebody sobbing."

"Is there someone we need to comfort in the sewers or what?" Mike questioned the elephant.

Meena shushed Mike gently as she perked her ear up higher and gasped in shock.

"What? What is it?" Nancy inquired Meena.

"I think I hear Mr. Moon crying," Meena uttered.

"From which direction?" Eddie probed.

Meena turned her head and pointed down the path on the right. "Down that way."

"Not on the other paths?" Rosita asked.

Meena shook her head. "No, just this one."

"Dang, she's got good ears," Mike muttered to himself.

"Okay, Meena, you lead," Ash whispered to the elephant.

Meena tensed up. "Me? Lead?"

"Yeah, you got a good hearing," Mike added.

Meena breathed heavily for a moment and then she sighed and set her gaze ahead in determination. "Okay...let's go."

~.~

Ms. Crawly made her way into the prison, a goal in mind. She hoped that she could visit with one of the prisoners who had been in the gang and was strong enough to take on the hyenas.

Ms. Crawly slowly ambled through the white halls with anticipation crawling under her wrinkly skin. She was guided towards the phone booth as she waited for the person she was going to talk with to come out.

Meanwhile, Dexter was in his cell, sitting on the bunk bed with a frown on his face. He thought a lot about what happened between him and his son in prison. Yeah, he was angry that Johnny ditched them when it's supposed to be the one last heist that's going to make them rich but...however, what's going to happen afterward? What more gang stuff they could do while they spend all of their money on building the shop back up and start to open up their business with their money that came from nowhere. Dexter was told by the cops that the money they were robbing was all fake, which makes him even angrier.

It was a trap, and he's too stupid enough to fall for it like his gang members. If Dexter had to be honest, he's glad that Johnny wasn't in jail with them and was smart enough to leave before the police could trap them all. Part of him was proud that Johnny found something he's passionate about instead of doing crime but another part of him was still upset that Johnny wasn't there. However, he knew his son had to grow up and find his own path instead of Dexter making one for him.

Dexter noticed his two gorilla gangsters sitting beside him.

"We should've known," Barry ignited the conversation.

"Yeah, we should've seen it coming. The boy just ditched us and betrayed us," Stan growled.

Dexter lowered his gaze down on the dirty tile floor of the cell while shaking his head. "You both are right about one thing...we should've seen it coming. I should've seen it coming. Johnny had different dreams than I had in mind for him."

"And he betrayed us--"

"No, he didn't betray us. He ditched us but he didn't betray us," Dexter growled in defense of his son. "My son is a good kid and I shoved him into circumstances that would've destroyed him had he not have went and pursued his dreams. I was stopping him without realizing it. I asked him what he wanted the other day but he never got to answer because I interrupted him. You heard what the police said to us. The gold we stole was fake and it was a scam to get us into a trap. Johnny was lucky to get out of it before it could get him into a trap as well."

"Look, we know Johnny was your kid and all but are you seriously defending him after what he did to us?" Barry pointed out in shock.

Dexter pierced a glare at the two gorillas, causing them to shrink back for even questioning it. The bigger gorilla sat up a little straighter with narrowed brows to dominate the two gorillas beside him. "Yeah. Problem?"

Stan and Barry nervously shook their heads. "No, no problem here, boss."

"Good. Let's keep it that way," Dexter responded darkly.

Dexter lifted his head up to see the wolf policemen showing up at the cell door.

"You have a visitor, Dexter," the wolf policemen informed the largest gorilla in the cell.

Dexter gasped to think that it was his son coming to visit him. He turned to Stan and Barry to excuse himself. "I have a son to visit."

"Do you want us to come with you--?"

"No...this is between me and my son," Dexter interrupted Stan as he walked out of his cell and made his way through the prison.

There were so many things to say to Johnny at this time. So many things like 'I'm sorry' or 'I wish I was a better father'. Dexter groaned to himself while his eyes were fixated on the floor as if the words could just appear under his feet and he'll know the right thing to say to his son. Johnny's a good boy. He didn't have to visit his father in jail after all the times he ignored his dreams but Johnny was still willing to give this relationship between father and son a chance.

Dexter's once hardened heart was now turning softer and softer, realizing more that Johnny took after his mother. How he aspired to be a pianist and a singer just like her. He could've sworn he saw her in his son's eyes. And Dexter ignored it. Johnny didn't want to say anything that would hurt his father for the longest time because of the tender personality he inherited from his mother.

Dexter wanted to say so many things but how he could do anything much under fifteen minutes?

Dexter arrived at the phone booth and was guided into one of them without Dexter even looking at the visitor.

Dexter picked up the phone and sighed. "Look, Johnny, I know I'm not the best father when it comes to things like this but I want to say that I'm--"

When Dexter looked up to see his son, he realized that the visitor wasn't his son at all. It was an old lizard lady with one glass eye out of place from her real eye, gazing at him softly in concern.

Dexter arched a brow higher than it could go as he tilted his head in mass confusion. "Wait, you're not Johnny."

"No, my name is Ms. Crawly. I'm part of the theater Johnny works at," Ms. Crawly introduced herself kindly.

"W-Where's my son?" Dexter stuttered, now his tone covered in fear for his son. What happened to his son? Why isn't his son coming to visit him? Did something happen?

"Oh, Johnny's out with his friends to rescue his boss from the theater. I need your help," Ms. Crawly pleaded desperately.

"What's going on?"

"You see, I couldn't keep up with them because I'm old and my legs cannot carry as far as it used to but what they were going to do is dangerous. They're going to rescue their boss from Roy and--"

"Hold on, hold on...Roy? As in Roy Rambo? That pedophile?!"

Everyone in prison that were visiting had their eyes widened at the word Dexter brought up the word 'pedophile'. There's a brief awkward pause as they went back on their visiting minutes.

"Yes," Ms. Crawly answered while nodding her head. "I have a bad feeling that they will get hurt and captured by Roy when they rescued Mr. Moon. They are going to the warehouse near the docks with the hyenas guarding it. Your son might be in trouble if we don't do something about this."

Dexter frowned at the thought of Johnny going to that warehouse to---

Wait, warehouse?! Hyenas?!

Dexter instantly has flashbacks of what happened before the big heist.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah...I, uh, just got a bruise right here."

"A bruise? From what?"

"Oh, just some random hyenas jumped on me and I had to fend for myself last night."

Dexter gasped when he remembered that he told his son about the hyenas being their enemies. Then he remembered what Johnny said before going into the warehouse without even listening.

"But maybe this isn't a good idea to rob this warehouse."

"Are you kiddin'? It's got twenty-five million gold. We gotta get it before the hyenas can take it!"

"Wait, Dad, the hyenas are already there! It's a trap!"

Dexter almost dropped the phone in his hand, gasping in shock as he blinked to ground himself back to reality. His son knew this was a trap the entire time. His son must've been involved with those hyenas somehow just to protect somebody he's working with.

Dexter glanced down at Ms. Crawly, who's waiting patiently for his answer. He frowned sadly. "I--I can't help you."

Dexter looked around the glass with some form of determination. "Not in here at least." Dexter hanged up the phone while Ms. Crawly followed suit.

She watched to see Dexter backing up. Then...he charged towards the glass, breaking through with his brute strength. He picked up Ms. Crawly and carried her out of the prison. He threw her on his back as Ms. Crawly gripped on the collar of his orange jumpsuit.

"Hold on, lizard lady, we have people to save!" Dexter determined as he bolted through the streets of Catalonia with Ms. Crawly hanging on for dear life while the police cars zoomed after Dexter and Ms. Crawly.

To Be Continued...