Memoirs of a RAFian

[Cloak]

. . .

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
A Little Bubbly

"Ugh," Parker grumbled, as he found himself tromping around on the bottom of the sea. His armor was self-contained, so he would be able to survive, but the water made his movements feel frustratingly slow and sluggish. "I should have just agreed to go with Helen on her shopping spree."

Prudent pause.

"Oh, shut up, Tyr," Parker complained.

He had come here completely by accident. He was responding to a report of one of Demos's little creations -- his "fiends", as he now referred to them. He had just paused for nary but a minute to contemplate briefly on just how many of these little beasties Demos made, when a bubble with all the momentum of Sisyphus's rock came barreling at him, and drug him to the water, into some sort of cave. The ceiling was ridiculously saturated with stalactites --stalagmites? -- whatever, didn't matter.

Then he saw the creature standing directly in front of him.

The creature was roughly the size of an Ewok, and it had a red chest, lower arms, hands, head, and lower legs. It had black ribbed skin over what one would assume to be its mouth (when lowered or removed, it would reveal a pair of puffy blue lips), and a transparent, goggle-like visor over its eyes, which had black irises with brown sclera. There was an orfice in its pointed head that could secrete bubbles which it could control, hydrokinetically. While it had human like hands, its feet were long and webbed, more like chalk white diving flippers than human-like feet. It was black on its thighs, upper arms, and midriff, with silver separating the red from the black. It also had functionless orange sacs on its back, like air tanks, which offered the creature no apparent benefit.

It may have walked awkwardly on land, but when it was in water, that it was truly dangerous.

It started by heaving a bubble the size of a beach ball at Parker, who sliced at it with his blade, popping it easily. Then it launched a second, which bounced a bit before Parker deftly popped it. Parker was irritated that his movements were far slower than they should have been. Had he been moving at his proper speed, this creature would have been dead already.

The the creature began to swim about, with absurdly obvious ease, and Parker was done. He took out three sticky bombs -- he would have to remember to restock his armaments after this -- and managed to adhere them all to the showoff. Then he left, as the creature was apparently none the wiser.

As his head broke the water, he heard and felt the explosions travel through the water and he turned to see the cave had collapsed.

***

Demos called it a bullaspaien. Demos said that he had intended it for use in underwater combat, but acknowledged that he had dropped the ball somewhere along the way.

***

"Oh, they burst its bubble," Malice said, laughing at her own lame pun.

[Cloak]

New chapter.

BOOK CXL:
NEXUS POLITICS
CHAPTER ONE:
Heatin' Up!

"Sure," Horse groused, hobbling along at a seal's pace, "makes perfect sense."

She was breathing hard -- it wasn't easy for a seal to travel over land. It was far easier in water. Sure, she could use her hydrokinesis, but she didn't want to call to much attention to herself, despite her white fur. She was incredibly hot, and the only reason she wasn't suffering from a heat-related injury was because of her cryokinesis. She didn't even know it could be used like that.

"Makes . . . *huff* . . . perfect friggin' . . . friggin sense!" she continued to grouse to herself. "Send the seal . . . send the seal to the pit of friggin' Hell . . . all because of some fiend Demos decided to cook up."

She had been dispatched to a research facility that was looking in on the practicality and efficiency of geothermal power, and whether it could be a viable energy alternative of fossil fuels. (Naturally, the fossil fuel companies were not happy with this research, but that is a conversation for another time.)

"I swear," Horse vowed, irritatedly, "I swear I'm gonna throttle Demos for this. I don't care that I don't have opposable thumbs. I'll find a way!"

She didn't have any trouble whatsoever discovering the creature at this center of this research facility.

The creature's main body was a silver Zippo lighter, complete with a flip-top, which the creature could retract its round, lumpy head into, but be blind as there were no eyeholes to speak of outside the top. It had round eyes with purple pupils and green sclera. It possessed one pair of stubby arms -- green lower arms, hands, and shoulders, with white upper arms, a color scheme that matched its retractable legs. It had a second pair of arms that were longer and thinner, almost like an emaciated Graveler, only completely swathed in fire. Its head was rather like a Pyronite, only green with a purple, ribbed, vertical stripe right above his eyebrow line. He had also had fiery red jowls with black accents. It was just a little bigger than a Torracat.

It began to spit fire at Horse, which she had a difficult time avoiding. And then she discovered that it could actually turn its body into fire for a charge forward -- and she was only saved by her small size.

The heat was building, becoming unbearable. If she didn't end this soon, she'd burn out her cryokinesis. So she started launching hydrokinetic bubbles indiscriminately. This successfully managed to cool the place down to far more acceptable levels. But the creature didn't seem to like this.

"I've really had enough of this," Horse said, pulling together her remaining strength, which had been slowly and steadily sapped away from her by the heat. Then she formed a large bubble of water that easily filled the entire room, a la the Oceanic Operetta Z-Move. This technique, albeit slow, worked to perfection. It killed the creature, and Horse called for an evac out.

***

Demos called it a thermosapien. Demos didn't really have an explanation for his existence other than he was designed to basically be heatproof and fireproof. The pyromorphic ability was actually the result of a mistake in the genetic coding on Demos's part.

***

"Well, that heated up just fine!" Malice said, with a masochistic laugh.

[Cloak]

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWO:
Change Is Not Always For The Better

Cloak's dream had actually turned out to be prescient, in a way.

The old Realm Walker Council was disposed, and a regime change happened. It happened far more often that it should in any supposedly democratic society. The power was often a corrupting influence, that it eventually decayed and rotted any one Walker's integrity and morals. This is why Cloak refused the offer to join it right out of hand. He saw it as a poisonous tank, allowing yourself to ferment into something repulsive and disgusting if you allow yourself to marinate in the corruption and monetary avarice too long.

The five Realm Walkers who now sat on the Council were "elected" to their positions, but in reality the votes did not count in the least. The obvious and overtly wrong candidates won, and they had managed to con the Walker species into thinking that it was them who voted for these five reprehensible beings.

Mistruth, a serpentine Realm Walker, was well-known for playing dirty, using underhanded tactics, and manipulating those which he considered inferior. He could lie on a whim, and was so good at it, not even Cloak would be able to detect the lie from the truth. He was very dangerous in this regard, as he could easily render a falsified claim as believable and true to the naive and gullible. And now he sat upon the Council.

Spin, an eel-form Realm Walker, was a slippery one. He was up to his slimy neck in scandals, but proved most adept at spinning them in a positive light or making him look like the victim, and his victims like the bad guy. It's gotten to the point where its become rather like a game for him. The scandals were basically like dice that he could spin and see if they landed in his favor or not -- he wasn't above taking stupid risks and wasn't afraid to gamble with the lives or tadpayer money, as he believed he could talk his way out of anything. And he was now on the Council.

Sycophant, a weasel-form Realm Walker, was perhaps the most oily and most insincere Realm Walker of modern times. He never wasted any time in sucking up to those in power. He is far more willing to capitulate and feign loyalty to whomever is the big boy -- or girl -- on the block. In truth, he was only loyal to one person -- himself -- and he will not hesitate to suck up to those in charge to obtain something beneficial to himself. And he was now on the council.

Undermine, a rat-form Realm Walker, was a truly unsavory sort. He lived just to undermine others, hence his chosen name. He took rather inappropriate amounts of elation in doing such. And yet he secured a spot on the Council.

And, finally, the Head of the Council was the worse of the lot as she was a complete ass. No, seriously. She was a donkey-form Realm Walker, and her name was Shill. She was a haughty, holier-than-thou sort of Realm Walker, who subscribed to the whole "Realm Walkers-are-superior-to-Dwellers-by-definition" thing, which was utterly ridiculous. She didn't think much better of the working class Walkers. She just kept some stupid rhetoric about "breaking down the barriers" and what other such nonsense. No one quite knew what she babbled on about, they only knew how much of an unholy prick she became after she became the Head of the Council.

This quintet was not a good one for the poor an middle class and the poor, as they didn't care about them. As far as all five were concerned, they were all expendable. But they had succeeded in becoming powerful, but Shill was not satisfied with just ruling over Nexus land -- she wanted the realms to be subjected to her iron fist of control.

And she thought she had every right to expand. . . .

[theyoungphoenix]

uh oh...

[Cloak]

And the hiatus may begin there -- it will end on the 25th or 26th, depending on how I feel.

Leaving on a cliffhanger. I do acknowledge that it's a bit cruel.

[guitarhero01234]

Just pointing out, you said "the five RAFians that sat..." Might wanna fix that

[Cloak]

Fixed.

New chapter.

CHAPTER THREE:
U. A. Energy

Shill decided the first realm to go after would be the most important one (she allowed Spin to inform the Walker populace of her plans in a way that sounded not only reasonable, but made them passionately support it, despite the facts not supporting it at all.

Realm Walkers were no immune from stupidity and gullibility. They could be afflicted with it just as easily as any other sentient being.

But Shill wanted it for another reason. She had come to believe there was an abundant amount of golden U. A. Energy in the Prime Universe, the Realm in which Cloak made his home. She knew of this, and acknowledged that he may become a problem, but that was a problem to be solved later.

She had to have the Walker people misinformed of her intentions, and that what she was doing was righteous. She knew it would be a simple enough task, as the masses could easily be swayed by platitudes and complicated, confusing rhetoric that really said nothing. One reason she liked having Spin at her side. The weaselly Realm Walker was an expert at such tactics.

He sang:

The energy of Anodyne,
The might of Bizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow!
The gold we find there
Will dwarf them by far.
Oh, with all ya got in ya, fellows,
Dig this, girls and boys!"

Shill now had her hand at the song:

"Mine, boys, mine ev'ry mountain!
And dig this, dig 'til ya drop!
Grab a trick, fellows!
Quick, fellows!
Shove in a shovel,
Uncover those lovely
Sparks that sparkle and shine!
It's U. A. Energy and it's mine, mine, mine!"

The Walkers, clearly too easily manipulated by the music to realize the rhetoric (or simply didn't care) sang:

"Dig and dig and dig and diggety . . .
Dig and dig and dig and diggety . . ."

Spin sang, almost as if casting a hypnotic spell:

"Hey nonny nonny,
Ho nonny nonny!"

Shill said, under her breath, "Oh, how I love it!" while Spin sang:

"Hey nonny nonny!
Ho nonny nonny!"

Shill said, not referring to the other, lower class, working Realm Walkers, "Riches for cheap!"

Spin:

"Hey nonny nonny!
Ho nonny nonny!"

Shill and Spin said, "There'll be heaps of it!"

Shill sang:

"And I'll be on top of the heap!
My rivals at home --
It's not that I'm bitter --
But think how they'll squirm
When they see how glimmer!
The elites at court
Will be all atwitter!
The donors will reward me.
They'll knight me . . . no, lord me!
It's mine, mine, mine
For the taking!
It's mine, fellows!
Mine me that energy!
With those nuggets dug
It's glory, they'll gimme
My dear friend, Bribery,
Will probably build me a shrine!
When all of the energy . . . is mine!"

The Walkers, well, the easily misled ones, sang:

"Dig and dig and dig and diggety
Dig and dig and dig and diggety-dig!"

Meanwhile, in the Prime Universe itself, on Earth, Cloak is working with GH to perfect a tandem attack, perfectly oblivious to Shill's scheming. Cloak was using his aerokinesis to maximize GH's concussive musical attacks. And both were have great fun in doing so, as Leatherhead watched on. He was thoroughly entertained.

Cloak sang in thought as he did this:

"All of my life, I have searched for a place
Like this one.
A richer, more welcoming forum
I couldn't design!
Hundreds of adventures await,
And I don't plan to miss one!
In a Realm I can claim,
A Realm I can main!
The greatest adventure is mine!"

Back to Shill:

"Keep on working, fellows!
Don't be shirking, fellows!
Mine, fellows, mine!
Mine me that energy!
Beautiful energy!"

The witless Walkers sang:

"Mine!
Find a mother lode
Then find another load!
Dig! Dig! and diggety
Dig! Dig! For that energy!"

All sang:

"Make this Realm land
My land!"

Shill sang:

"Make the mounds big, fellows.
I'd help you to dig, fellows,
But I've got this crick in my spine!"

Cloak sang:

"This Realm I behold . . ."

Shill:

"This story untold . . ."

Cloak:

"A Walker can be bold!"

Shill:

"It all can be sold!
And the energy
Is...
Mine!
Mine!
Mine!
Mine!
So go for the energy
I know which is here.
All the riches here
From this minute,
This Realm and what's in it is
Mine!
Dig and dig and diggety-dig!
Hey nonny nonny nonny, it's mine!"

And she got the necessary support to do what she wanted.


SOURCE SONG: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6uIcaj3cUV0

[Gaz]

Took some time, but I'm all caught up!

[Cloak]

Look up, Gazzy.

. . .

What? I didn't do it just to prove you wrong.

(I did it because I don't like one-word posts outside the Bored Board. )

[theyoungphoenix]

pff omgs cloaky XD

[Cloak]

Hiatus over!

New chapter.

CHAPTER FOUR:
R.D.D. Act

Shill wasted no time.

She, leaning on the other four Councilors by intimidation and coercion, passed the Dominion of Using the Masses' Biological Animal Sovereignty for Superiority Act, or far more simply known as the Rightful Dweller Domination Act.

This was the most ridiculous of unconstitutional laws, even by Realm Walker standards. In it, it stated that Realm Walkers were inherently superior, and superior by definition, to all other lifeforms, including Dwellers. It stated that Dweller's were obligated to bow down before Realm Walker presence and mandated that the Walkers in question be treated as wrathful gods, and nothing less. It even had the audacity to stipulate worship and abject adulation.

It also claimed that Realm Walkers held dominion over the Realms, so that meant, according to this horridly unconstitutional law, that they held sovereignty over the Dwellers, and it effectively stripped away the Realm's various governments of their sovereignty, and commanded that they obey Realm Walkers, without question or resistance. It also required all Realm Walkers to subjugate all races and species that dare defy this Act, although the punishment wasn't specified.

It was a laughably unenforceable piece of legislation, with all the nuance and  integrity of an angry, possessive, bratty three-year-old. The sheer logistics of even trying to enforce the law was staggering. There were more Realms than stars in Earth's night sky, and she never considered the possibility that the Realm Dweller governments and people might rankle against someone not only delegitimizing their authority but flagrantly ignoring their right to sovereignty.

But Shill didn't care. She didn't care if the language of the law sound like some tyrant's wet dream, as she only cared about getting what she wanted. She didn't know any Dwellers personally, as she considered them primitive lesser creatures, like a human would consider a fruit fly or a rat. Creatures who's hopes, dreams, fears were beneath her compassion, which was remarkable, as she didn't have any compassion.

But Shill would not be denied.

***

"Oh, come on, now, LH," GH said, lazily, "play something with a little bounce in it!"

What came was a horribly discordant series of chords and notes, which only vaguely resembled a song, rather like a three-year-old playing the piano with very little talent at it. With a mallet.

"No, no!" GH snapped with a groan. "Anything but that!"

"What?"

"You know I don't like that band, LH," GH moaned.

"Wait -- that was an actual song?" Cloak said, incredulous. Cloak was still completely oblivious to Shill's schemes and machinations.

"Unfortunately," GH replied, "by a band named Fuzzy Sofa, featuring Squeaky Coin and Exotic Butters."

Cloak was silent for a minute, before speaking again. "You're actually serious, aren't you?"

"LH, who taught you that song?" GH said, ignoring Cloak's rhetorical question.

Hunter, who had been standing there all along, snickered.

"Et tu, Hunter?" GH said.

[guitarhero01234]

Lol, I missed this a lot during the hiatus

[Cloak]

New chapter.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Propaganda

"How can I still have unfavorables?" Shill demanded. Her unfavorables were second only to Buffoon, and he was, as you may have guessed, a buffoon."Can they not see the grand vision laid out before us?"

"It'sss just becaussse that they don't underssstand you, m'dear, Shill," Mistruth said, displaying the common speech impediment that serpentine Realm Walkers tend to have. Cloak's younger sister, Dagger, no longer has such a speech impediment.* "They don't underssstand just how hard your life'sss been. Just how much you have sssuffered to get where you are. Just how much you ssacrificed. Just how much --"

"Don't beguile me, snake," Shill said, coldly. Though she enjoyed his intoxicating words, she would never admit to it. "These unfavorables might just garner up enough support to stop the R. D. D. Act from being implemented. I cannot have these populist fools stop mean from spreading rightful Walker dominion over the Realms."

"Yes, my Mistress, we shall!" Sycophant cried, almost slavishly. Shill looked at him with disgust, like the vermin that he was. This was all it took to silence him immediately. Evidently, he trying to curry Shill's favor, and being rather blatant about it.

"I dunno why you care about those unfavorables, Shill," Undermine said, roughly. His attitude was actually working against his chosen name, "They don't matter. They can try whatever they want, but it won't work."

"You know better than that," Shill snapped. "We need to get these idiots on our side."

"You're going about this all wrong, then," Spin said, thoughtfully.

"What are you implying?" Shill said dangerously.

"That the way you're going about delivering your message is not the best," Spin said, delicately, wiping some slime from his hooked jaws. "A blunt delivery is good for a blunt message, but it doesn't really yield too many desirable results. To undermine you unfavorables, you must appeal to the gullible -- which you've done, in part. But you require a subtler means of persuading others to your side. You can only steamroll and bludgeon people into submission for so long -- that will only harden people against your aims."

"You have a suggestion," she said. It was not a question, but a mere statement of fact.

"Only a small one, Shill," Spin said, with a smile, which made him look sinister.

***

"It's a cruel, cruel Realm,
All you little boys and girls,
And the mean, nasty Dwellers
Want to have you for their supper!
But if you follow me,
You can all be free!
Free!
You can all be free!
As a bird, as you must see,
If you dream,
If you dream,
If you dream OUR DREAM!
It's a cruel, cruel Realm,
Full of nasty boys and girls,
Full of selfish, mean, nasty Dwellers!
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty!
But there's a way we can make your day.
You can laugh, you can smile,
You can come and stay awhile!
You can dream our dream!
You can have it all with us!
You can dream my dream!
You can dream my dream!
You can dream . . .
Our dream."

They performed this several times in the Academy, the only really well-known institution for learning in the Nexus, and where young Realm Walkers get their schooling. And Shill and the rest of her Council were turning it into a propaganda mill.

The parents of these Walker children had no idea that they were being spoon-fed this propaganda. Now there were those that wouldn't mind, and would even approve, but they were not a majority. For the most part, the Academy was supposed to be unbiased politically, and this was most certainly not unbiased.

And it was grossly illegal by Realm Walker law, but the five touted an old Nixonism (which existed long before Nixon, by the way) in the belief that when the Council, the highest governing body of Realm Walker government, does it, then it isn't illegal. Naturally, a majority of the Walker population found this preposterous.

But Shill wasn't done. Not by a long shot.


SONG SOURCE: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=P6pZ6jQiJpI

*But the real Dagger did have a speech impairment so that she had to go to speech therapy. (So did I, actually.) But she still has a bit of it, but I speak just fine. And I was the one one who understood a word she said when we were younger.

[Cloak]

New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
First Moves

But Shill got impatient.

Spin's tactics moved far too slowly for her liking, and produced too few concrete results. She wanted to act now. She wanted that U. A. Energy. It was hers, she believed. It was hers by simple right of just being her.

She had several Walkers who were through "Kood-Aid drinkers", as it were. Seven of them, and all seven had unique abilities and techniques that no other Realm Walker had. But that wasn't enough, as Shill had seen fit to assign them "lieutenants" of sorts.

The first one was an anthropomorphic mongoose, who used to be a private investigator before this mission. He really believed in the inherent superiority of Realm Walkers over all other Dweller life, and he wore a dark gray cloak. His name was simply Gumshoe.

Gumshoe's lieutenant wasn't as much of a Kool-Aid drinker as he was. He was a fat, anthropomorphic rat with particularly puffy cheeks. He actually taken from the Oblivion Gate and granted amnesty, provided he succeeded at doing what Shill wanted. His name was Gangster, which was not surprising considering that he spoke like one, when he spoke at all. He wore a black cloak with a cream-colored underside.

The second one was an anthropomorphic sardine with an inferiority complex. He steadfastly believed in Shill's cause, though he knew nothing about the U. A. Energy angle. His name was Many, despite being a single being with no mind controlling abilities or abilities that one would associate with such a name. No one really knows why he picked it. He had legs that could fold up inside a tail, rather like a Pisccis Volann. He wore a blue cloak.

His lieutenant was a female anthropomorphic angelfish Walker, who only really went along with all this because she, unbeknowst to her herself, was attracted to Many. She didn't exactly believe all the rhetoric, but she had put her faith into Many's judgement and went along with him. She wore a flowery pink cloak.

The third was a sultry, anthropomorphic lizard with a hooked snout. She was adept at appealing to people and had a subtlety that was only matched by Spin. She believed in Walker superiority, sure. But she wanted to undertake this mission because she thought manipulating the Dwellers, as inferior as she saw them, would be fun.

Her lieutenant was actually her son, who was an anthropomorphic lizard as she was. Only he wasn't sultry and subtle. He was a coward and fearful. He only obeyed his mother for fear of physical harm and similar reprisals. Despite whatever she may have believed to the contrary, he held no love, no loyalty towards her. All he cared about was saving his own skin, if it came down to it. He wore a black cloak with a fuchsia underside.

The fourth was an anthropomorphized orchid mantis Walker. She spoken very infrequently, but when she did, it was with a soft voice, like a breeze filtering through the twigs on a tree. She seemed to be very even-tempered, even though she apparently believed that they had the right to expand Nexus lands into the Realms. They were here first, after all, which, in her view, made it obvious that they had rightful dominion over all those that came after. She wore a forest green cloak, and her name was Silence.

Her lieutenant was an anthropomorphic woodpecker in a black cloak with a white underside. He didn't really care for all this political rhetoric -- he was anything but a policy wonk. He only leaped at this mission due to the fact that it held the potential for him busting heads. He loved doing that, and considered himself quite masterful at doing so, although this is rather debatable.

The fifth was an anthropomorphized stag beetle named Blastjaws. He held a warrior mentality, although a bit scatterbrained at times. He had a remarkable sense of pride, more so than even most Realm Walkers. He would not act unless he deemed the act honorable, and he saw Shill's cause as such, proving his views on morality were a tad skewed. He wore an electric yellow cloak.

His lieutenant was his ward, an anthropomorphic beetle grub in a green cloak, who had a tenacity to ask a lot of unnecessary questions. And ask them in a rapid-fire manner, before being silenced by an annoyed adult, as this Walker was still a child -- barely any older than Shadow, and thoroughly spoon-fed Shill's propaganda.

The sixth one . . . well, no one was sure what she was beneath her dirty white cloak. Whenever she spoke, it was really unintelligible. So much so that no one could make out what she was saying or wanted. Her name was Enigma, although it could very well be something else, as her mumbling voice is barely understood, even in the best of circumstances.

Her lieutenant was an imp Realm Walker. He was basically the only one -- Walker or Dweller, who understood what Enigma wanted and what she says. And he alone could. So, he basically serves as her translator, although he never seems to pleased with duty, as he explains -- she curses a lot.


The seventh one was a dragon Realm Walker with metallic scales and feathers. He was a very judgemental Walker, and his piercing eyes just went to prove this little factoid all the more. He viewed Dwellers to be little more than insects, usually beneath his grand notice. He only agree to this mission, because he believed that the Walker reach needed to indeed be extended. He wore a tan cloak.

His lieutenant was an anthropomorphized red ant who often felt intimidated in his presence. He wore a red cloak and didn't speak much.

"You all have your objectives," Shill told them. "Now go."

[Cloak]

New chapter.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
We . . . Are the RAFians

Leatherhead played on a bit, this time a good song, one of his own creation. He sang, (and rather well, too):

"If you're evil, with schemes that you devise,
You can count on the all of us taking you down!
'Cause we're good, and evil never beats us!
We'll win the fight, and then go out for pizzas!
We are the RAFians!
We'll always save the day,
And if you think we can't,
We'll prove that there's always a way.
That's why the people of this world believe in
Cloak, Hunter, and GH, and Leatherhead!"

Then the song took on a more serious tone, as Cloak sang:

"If you could only know, what Walkers really are.
When I arrived on Earth, from out beyond your star,
I was amazed to find, your beauty and your worth.
And I will protect your kind,
And I will protect your Earth.
And I will protect our Earth,
And I will protect you!
I will fight for the place where I'm free!
To live together and simply be me!"

Then Hunter sang:

"I will fight in the name of RAF!
And everything that I believe in!"

GH sang:

"I will fight for the world I was born in!
The Earth is everything I've ever known!"

Leatherhead sang:

"I will fight to be everything that
Everybody wants me to be when I'm grown!"

The quartet sang:

"The odds are against us, this won't be easy,
But we're not going to do it alone!
We are the RAFians!
We'll always save the day.
And if you think we can't,
We'll always discover a way.
That's why the people of this world
Depend on
Cloak, Hunter, and GH and Leatherhead!"

Meanwhile, several RAFians were dispatched to investigate seven odd occurrences in different corners of the globe. . . .


SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Ip1eVBs7hC4