Albert was very unhappy about losing his deal. Baby Intelligence had to threaten to take it to the police before Albert agreed to provide the fuel and free Tyler. While he waited for Albert to fuel their car, Baby Intelligence told an excited Tyler that he was no longer a slave, and that he was now eligible to join them. As a Super, his new name would be Telekinibabe. He also promised to make him a supersuit when--maybe if--they got back from the NoHead base.
Tyler said goodbye to Albert on the way to the Pinewood Derby. "Thanks for everything," he said, and hugged Albert briefly before climbing inside.
The Derby took off. Albert didn't go back inside until the car was out of sight.
"Do we have a seat for Tyler?" Baby Strength asked.
"Of course," Baby Intelligence replied. A seat ejected. "Climb aboard." Once Telekinibabe buckled up, Baby Intelligence added, "And from now on, his name is Telekinibabe, not Tyler."
"A pleasure to meet you, Tekekinibabe," Baby Strength said.
"A pleasure to meet you too," Telekinibabe replied playfully.
The Derby continued its ride across town. Baby Intelligence was about to engage to hyperspace when he realized something. They didn't have a plan. Alone Hell Burnbottom had wounded everyone but him and made an escape. And there was no doubt Brute Gunray, Mean King, and a legion of Rockets would be there to help. What would they do? "We cannot fend them off alone," Baby Intelligence said formally, keeping his gaze on the road below them
What can we do, then? Oh, I know! Telekinibabe raised his hand. "Hey! I know the police. They'll help anyone in need."
If only that were so. "I don't think so. Although we were once allies, they hated us ever since their kind was virtually wiped out by one of our own. I was never able to teach Sebiscuits to think. No one else betrayed us. Ever since they've cut contact and accused us of replacing their roles."
Telekinibabe frowned. "I think it's worth a try, right? We haven't an army of our own."
He's right. "I agree," said Baby Intelligence, and turned the car around.
At the police station, Baby Intelligence accessed a speeder and drove it around the enormous station. However, there were no police in sight around the base, and laser blasts had created residue in the walls. The lights were off, and everything was quiet.
He returned and brought his speeder to a halt. "Nobody's there," he reported to the shocked members. "The station must have faced attack again."
"Do you think it was the NoHeads?" Lindsay asked.
"Most likely," Baby Intelligence replied.
"Do you think they've been taken captive to the base?" asked Force Baby.
"More likely they were wiped out," said Baby Strength. The polices' guns and cannons would be no match for the larger Rocket army. And what match would Bladepoint have been for Burnbottom?
"I don't think so," said Telekinibabe. "When in trouble, the police go to their former station from 2005. Come on, I'll take you there!" He started off and led them there quickly.
When he stopped, dozens of police came and cornered them. One stepped forward and looked down at the group. Although Baby Strength was taller than the rest, he was not the police's priority. "Baby Intelligence, you're getting screwed this time. Who are the rest?"
"These are my trainees," said Baby Intelligence. "Lindsay, Baby Strength, Force Baby, and newcomer Telekinibabe." He saw Bladepoint was right ahead. "Bladepoint, my old Master. I come before you in peace."
The Sheriff snorted. "Not this time. You brought this on all of us. Your enemies are purging our own. You're all brats."
"No, that's not it at all," Baby Intelligence replied. "Quite the contrary, we wish to work with you against the common foe. Although we've lived with hatred for each other, I do not wish you harm, nor for the world to dismiss you. But if we don't do something quickly, all will be lost forever. I ask you to help us stop them." Baby Intelligence dropped to his knees. "No, I beg you. The destiny of our world is in your hands."
Slowly, the other members did the same. Telekinibabe looked around before joining them.
The Sheriff studied the scene closely, then laughed. "You do not want to screw our status. I approve. We agree to help!"
Everyone got to their feet, smiling. Telekinibabe tried to imitate them, but his thoughts were confused. Why did the Sheriff hate Baby Intelligence? Did he really train him? And now we're going to war. What does it all mean?
As the police loaded their cars into transports to fly to Wyoming and the foe, Brute Gunray reported to Burnbottom. Burnbottom doesn't even seem shocked, he thought. But if he isn't worried, why should I be?
"Baby Intelligence is more foolish than I thought," was all he replied after Gunray finished the report. "They're impossibly outnumbered."
"We are sending all available Rockets to battle," said Brute Gunray. "Once they destroy the police, they will return. It won't be long now."
Mean King stirred. "I feel there is more to this," he said, ignoring the dark look Brute Gunray shot him. "Baby Intelligence may be using Sheriff Bladepoint as a pawn."
"Baby Intelligence cannot interfere," said Burnbottom dismissively. "This will no doubt be the end of those insufferable infants."
"It is time to proceed?" Brute Gunray asked nervously.
"Yes," said Burnbottom. His mouth curled into a smile under his hood. "Wipe them out. Take no prisoners."