Cat was walking home along the city sidewalk with a grocery bag. On his way, he found a drawing lying on the concrete. It was weird how fascinated he was with it... He knelt down to get a closer look.
It was a picture of him (the scrawny him, that is) and Isis. They were looking into each other's eyes as everything around them seemed to sing their praise.
At the bottom right corner, in the fanciest text he ever saw, was written "Fin."
"Ummm...?" Securing his groceries, Cat looked up the apartment building he was standing beside...

Meanwhile, Pieruru and Sam were watching TV at Cat's place. They were sitting on an orangey couch. There was an endtable next to the couch on Sam's end which held, amongst other things, a phone.

"That sure was nice of you to volunteer Cat's phone number to the newspaper like that," Pieruru said.

As if on cue, the phone rang the very next moment. Sam picked it up and gulped down any potato chips that remained in his mouth. "Yello, Cat Investigations, how may I help you?"

"Yeah, uh, well, uh, uh, well, uh, uh,--"

"And?!"

"Erm, my dad keeps repeating the name of the owner of this apartment. He started a half-hour ago, and I finally decided to look up in the phone book--wait, why am I telling you?! Just get down here and--~thump~--oOp, gotta go!" Click.

Sam reached for anything with "Hello? Hello?!" After a while, he put down the phone.

"What was it?!" asked Pieruru, not knowing what to expect, or maybe afraid of what he did expect.

"Someone talking about his father repeating a name!"

"I thought we were rid of them," explained Pieruru ruefully. "I've had it up to HERE with shining ones...oops, sorry Sam, I forgot about Chastity for a moment!"

"I'm sure it's not Afava'a. It's something even WORSE! I'm annoyed. This may mean my dinner date is postponed. They will pay!"

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"What are we looking for again?" asked a man dressed in black, with a black skimask, and an orange number 2 on his chest, his mask, and even on top of his head.
"We almost got there, Number 2. We just need to steel a rectifier from United Electronics!" replied a similarly dressed man, with a red 1 in place of the 2. Three others were with them, a yellow 3, a green 4, and a blue 5.

"Why would him want that?" asked Number 3.

"Him needs it for Steve and Mark, his special guests!" said 5. "Now keep going!"

The five walked underneath a viaduct, and game to a metal door.

"Stand back!" said number 3. The others did so. He pointed his gloved hand at the gate, and fired a strange projectile that resembled a large orb with several smaller orbs. It crashed into the gate and exploded. "Gentlemen, I believe we have our entrance!" They entered as they heard a train rumble overhead.

"Good, I'll call HIM right now to tell him we're in!" Number 1 activated a secret wrist communicator.

"This is HIM!" said a low ominous voice. "I better have that rectifier soon, OR ELSE!"

"WE will have it!" insisted Number 2.

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A blonde haired man (called "Renn" from now on) and Steve, who didn't know each other, were, while bare footed in bath robes, led down a dark hallway by two strong-looking men. One similar man took up the rear. The men, of varying nationality and hair colors, were dressed in strangely casual clothes.

"Dangit," thought Renn, "How am I supposed to escape using Moondo's high-tech devices if I don't even have his clothes?!"

Meanwhile, Rival sat at in an office with his feet laid leisurely up on his desk.

A man in a #1 outfit as described above came into this office with a small pile of clothes in his arms. "Sir, here are Ferret's clothes, with everything intact and in its original place."

Rival took his feet off the desk and sat up in his chair. "Put the clothing on the desk." The numbered man did so. "What color was Ferret's hair at the time of his capture?"

#1 paused to think. "...Blonde, sir."

"Thank you. You may return to your duties."

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Sam and Pieruru were in the Catmobile, a modified Jeep, driving through the city.

"I traced the line," said Sam, "We're nearly there. I called Chastity, if we need any mind scanning she's the best bet, she'll meet us there.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" yelled Pieruru for no apparent reason. Sam slammed on the brakes.

"What is it?"

"I saw....she's gone....sorry, thought I saw my sister, except she was dressed like Britney Spears."

"Did she have pointed ears?"

"Uh...I didn't pay enough attention."

"It's probably just a lookalike!" Sam started driving again, but stopped to let a parade of Elvis impersonators cross. "Just like them!"

"You're right!"

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#2 was busy installing the rectifier in a backroom in some secret complex. "Why does #1 get the better jobs?"

#4 looked at him. "Don't worry about it man, when this is over, we'll be insanely rich. WE won't have to steal or fight ever again!" Everyone else but #1 (not being there) gave him a blank stare. "Of course, we'll do it anyway, for kicks!" They gave him the thumbs up. #4 was checking wires.

#5 wondered "Are you sure Him is right?"

#2 warned "we better not question Him, because Rival doesn't like that!"

#3 piped in, "Just think of all those guys know. The future doesn't belong to Blue. It belongs to us. And we could always use a little more help!"

#1 suddenly entered, looked around, and left.

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The Catmobile arrived outside a rundown appartment building. Chastity was already waiting there. She was wearing an emerald dress (not wanting to be too "blue" anymore) and hovering about an inch or so above the ground.

"Be careful, there's something in that building!" warned Chastity.

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Rival sat at his desk, admiring his collection of knives. His favorite was the Renassance blade, which he'd stare at for minutes at a time. One of his staring sessions was interrupted by a knock.

#1 entered. "The Rectifier is ready, sir!"

"Excellent!" said Rival. "and now for Part B!"

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Soon, Rival was amongst the numbered men. He took a small Game Boy-like device out of his own pants pocket. He was, in contrast to the numbered men, wearing a business suit. Rival then hooked the device into the power rectifier. Upon receiving power, an antenna immediately sprung forth from the top of the small machine.

Rival's pupils grew smaller as they absorbed the light now emited by the screen on the device. "Yes,... Thank you, Afava'a! #2, go back to the office and tell my secretary to reopen the files on Timmy's V Satellite!!"

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"When will this hall end?!" thought Steve.

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Sam cleared his throat while looking at Chasity.

"Oh, right." she said. Her feet touched the ground. "But there are more important things!! A spirit the likes of which the Afava'a told us Shining Ones about is in there. I fear it has possessed someone."

Pieruru nodded. "Yeah... I recognized an odd feeling when I got here."

The trio entered the building.

"Careful!" warned Pieruru, "could be a trap!" Just then they heard shotgun fire, and small holes appeared in front of them.

"Get out of here!" warned a man's voice, "Now, leave, or I'll make swiss cheese out of you!"

"I think there's another way up!" suggested Chastity. She led them through another corridor. They came to a vertical passage with a ladder in it. "After you!" she said to Sam and Pieruru. Now she could really feel something wrong.....

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"What Timmy couldn't do, I shall, in a matter of moments!" said Rival, as his Gameboy-like device dlashed. "I'm getting something really interesting here!"

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Steve was finally led to a door and thrown in.
"At least give me something better to wear, and some food, and something to lie down on!" he pleaded. The door was slammed shut. He was stuck in a circular hallway, that happened to be tube-shaped.

"Welcome to the Mobius Hall!" said a notice, "You don't have to be crazy to come here, but you will be when you come out!"

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Cat removed himself to his usual thinking spot. He sat and thought and wondered about this strange picture he had found. "What is this? Why am I in it?"

He was approached by a strange bearded man. "You seem puzzled. Tell my young Gregory: Why should you be vexed?"

"Nothing makes since here. This picture should not exist. I didn't draw it, and I'm sure no one else did. And more importantly, how did you know my name?"

"Ajourn with me to my place. I shall provide the answers you seek."

A light enveloped the two, and they were whisked away to another world. Cat found himself amid strange objects and unidentifiable things.

"Where are we?

"Everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. I am known as the Ageless one, and this is my modest collection of time itself."

"Why have you brought me here?"

"This!" The Ageless one held up his Left Arm. Rather than being a Three-dimensional arm, the arm looked to have been drawn in a comicbook. His arm was dotted with, well, small dots.

"Your arm..."

"Do you know who I am?"

"uh..."

"Eons ago, I was known as Big Al... I watched as everyone around me died of old age or were killed by vicious people. When time ended, I found myself here, and sternly decided to learn everything there is to learn. As you know, I'm from S-Space, and was therefore created from the imagination of a person in Real Space. That person threatens to unravel me, my world, and all that I have accomplish. He is dying and with him, his imagination. For some reason, Fate has decided to take us now. You must find this man, the same man who drew that picture of you, and finish his legacy."

"This is pretty heavy."

"You must do it. If not for me, then for the innocent people who will die!"

"And one other thing!" said the ageless one. He snapped his 2-dimensional arm. A brillaint wormhole appeared. "You'll need more help, and a means of transportation."
"I have my friends, and the Catmobile..." explained Cat.
"True, but you can do with some help. Meet your new steed and companion..."
A figure was visible, distorted by the wormhole. Great, thought Cat. He could see it was flying. A pegasus perhaps?
The portal closed and the figure was apparent. He was green, had wings, and was quite small. He was a young dragon. "Cat...meet Coryoon. Coryoon...meet Cat!"
"I imagine being everywhere and nowhere at once may have messed up your head. Isn't Coryoon a bit on the small side?" asked Cat.
"He will still help you!"
"Hi, my name is Coryoon," greeted the dragon. "Let me help you. I don't have anything else to do. I used to play with the Princess, she no longer pays attention, now that she's dating this prince...that silly guy with his raspberry berret and 200 red balloons, and now he doesn't even call himself a prince, he uses an unpronounceable symbol....anyways, please let me help?" Coryoon flew around in circles and then breathed out fireballs.
"You realize, the only way you're leaving here is with Coryoon," said the Ageless one. Cat threw up his hands in resignation.
"Uh, please tell me, how am I to RIDE this young dragon?" asked Cat.

The Ageless one sighed as he closed his eyes, and then reopened them. "You did say that transportation assistance was unnecessary, did you not?"

Coryoon looked up at Cat, the tip of his beak reaching the bottom tip of Cat's knee. Cat looked down and asked "Then what am I to use him for?"

"You are to follow Coryoon once you return and use his Party Energy. This mission should be simple. Being a young dragon, he has little, but regenerates easily. Remember that."

This made Cat look up. "Couldn't you just give me a container of the stuff or something?"

Coryoon began tugging at Cat's pants. "We gotta go, we gotta go!"

The Ageless one nodded at Coryoon and Cat was back in the park.

Coryoon scampered off through the park. Cat soon took notice and gave chase. Soon, they were outside of the apartment building Cat was at earlier, and coryoon's wings seemed to be getting bigger. Finally, they arrived at their destination, and Coryoon's wings (folded up) were about one and a half feet long. Cat rapped on the door...

"I'll have the rent by Friday, trust me." came a muffled voice from inside.

Cat realized he wasn't ready to respond. "Uh, sir, we're here to, uh..."

Coryoon saw the picture hanging out of Cat's pants pocket. "Ask about the picture!"

Thumping was heard, and then a man came to the door and opened it. "Show me." *******************************************************

"I should have told him the whole story." Thought the Ageless one.

Man was God's perfect creation for a reason. Unlike the apes he evolved from, man could imagine things. This was something that God had anticipated, and therefore, he created S-Space to store these thoughts. Eventually, man became able to preserve his thoughts. When this happened, the creatures these idea started to become independent. Before too long, the people in these worlds became able to transverse to the real world (or R-Space as scientist dubbed it). Coryoon's purpose is simple: He absorbs the energy released from Interdimensional Travel. If not for this, energy would be released, equal to the ammount of energy 1000000000 K Class Stars could produce, enough to nuke a large galaxy!

"Coryoon is the only person in which I can trust with a mission of this importance. I'd do it myself... but I'm not allowed to meet my creator..."

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The man at the door was waiting for them to speak.

"Uh--oh, right...!" Cat studdered. He reached in his pocket and took out the picture of a younger Golem and Isis, then showed it to the man at the door. "Do, you, uh--"

At that, the man's face seemed to light up. "Yes! Thank you! I had lost this! Where'd you find it? Oh, nevermind that. Thanks again." And he was about to close the door, when he suddenly flung it back open. "Ohhh, you! Sorry about that!"

Cat stared blankly at him.

"You _ARE_ the guy from Cat Investigations... right?"

"Naw, sorry. Never heard of Cat Investigations." Cat turned to Coryoon with expectant eyes.

"Ohhhh, and you have Coryoon, too! Hrmmm... wait right there!!"

The man stumbled back through his apartment, leaving the door open. He disappeared into a hall and then reemerged about a minute later with a beautiful picture.

"You remember THIS?" he said as he held it up. It was a beautiful place with wooden benches and brilliant stained glass windows.

Cat was stunned. "Evil Ditto's giant chapel?!" he thought. His face dropped and his eyes widened as his lungs seemed to be able to hold no air for a few seconds.

"Heh, I thought as much. You ARE Cat. Just call me Narrator, it's the only name I like."

"I am, never said I wasn't!" Cat replied.

The man gave him an incredulous look. "But you just said..."

"Hey, hey, I still don't know what Cat Investigations is." half-asserted Cat.

"Why... you're early, then." judged the man.

Coryoon piped in with "At any rate, we're here to give you a message!" He looked up to Cat, who wasn't sure what to do.

Then the man noticed that there was writing on the back of the drawing of Golem and Isis. "Is this what you meant?" he inquired. Seeming to already have his answer, he then read it out loud. " 'Great job... work on getting your stuff published. Please stop working on your projects about those on your side of the dimension line.' Huh? Why should--

"Cat, can we just give this guy the energy or whatever already?! I'm getting some pretty strong signals from around the area... I'm thinking possession!" Coryoon quickly got out, almost stumbling over his words.

"Uhhh, okay," said Cat. "What DO you need the Party Energy for?"

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"DRAT" yelled Rival, as something on his comlink flickered.
"#5, we have some kind of disturbance!"
5 produced his laptop, opened it and plugged it into an inconspicious port. HE began using it. "It's a micro-surge....something of intense energy somehow came here. Doing so caused it to send a burst of electro-magnetic waves. Now there's just a constant signature....of some sort.
"Is it intense power?"
"Sir, it's like nothing I've seen before!"
"I see!" said Rival. "Whatever it is.....I WANT IT!"
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Steve began wandering around the Mobius Hall. Muzak was playing on a loudspeaker. "GET ME OUT!" He tried lying down, but a curved surface is uncomfortable.
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Pieruru, Sam, and Chastity reached a door. It looked like it had been forced off its hinges. From the other side was a Beatles record that was stuck. "Nowhere Man-Nowhere Man-Nowhere Man"
"This is it!" said Chastity...."on the count of three...."
"We Rock and Roll!" replied Pieruru.
The three bursted in. "DUCK!" yelled Chastity. Just as the three hit the ground, a brilliant blue explosion went off over them.
The record ended. Now there was a strange laughter.
"Did you fools like that? I've got more for you!"
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"Yes... in order to run Timmy's machinery, we will require great power!! Aha! Hmmm... but this is the very method by which we defeated Moondo; distraction. Let us hasten to the garage and be on our way to..." Rival said as he studied the device he held in his hands, "...Australia. We'll need to stop off at the lab first."

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Pieruru, Sam, and Chasity looked about the room. It was in shambles. Upturned furniture, crushed tables and of course the demolished record player crossed their eyes. They heard the man's voice echoed from the next room, "You are not the Cat! Bring me the Cat! I need the Cat!!" Another explosion shook the room.

Pieruru quickly transmitted a thought to Chasity and Sam hoping that the man could not pick it up by reading their minds. "I'll distract him, Sam, you have to sneak Chasity close enough to the man so she could help him."

Sam and Chasity nodded, silently slipping out into the hall. Pieruru had to keep the man busy and keep him from sensing the others' presence. He swallowed his heart and rushed into the room. He saw a man with messed up black hair, torn clothes, and a maniacal glint in his eyes.

The man had his strong right arm wrapped against a tied and gagged little boy, who looked a lot like a younger, normal version of the man. The man had a knife held to the boy's throat. A shotgun and several other weapons lie forgotten on the floor around him. "The Cat!" he yelled again. "Bring me the Cat or I kill the boy! The Cat!"
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Chasity concentrated hard. She had been developing this skill for a while, but had never fully developed it. Now it had to work. Sam stood still, and slowly yet surely, began to float. As Chasity concentrated arder, Sam reached up towards the cover of the ventilation shaft on the high ceiling. Finally he grabbed it and pulled it off. The lid fell to the ground with a clang as Sam pulled himself into the shaft. He nodded down to Chasity.

She then concentrated once again and this time levitated herself upwards. However Chasity didn't have to float as high, because Sam grabbed her hand when she had floated up about three quarters of the distance and pulled her in. They slowly began to crawl through the shaft towards the room with the man. Suddenly Chasity realized, "Sam, we have to pull back. NOW." But it was too late.
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The man repeated the same phrases over and over again. Pieruru attempted to stall him. "Calm down, Cat will be here soon. I just called him."

"Lies!" The man shouted. "You tell lies! I need the Cat! Or the boy dies!" He reached into his pocket and tossed Pieruru a smashed cell phone. "Call Cat! Tell himto come or the boy dies!"

"Um... this cell phone won't work it's broken. See?" Pieruru held up the crushed cell phone to the man's face.

"You li-" the man began, but suddenly turned around and glared at the ceiling. This is what Pieruru feared. A giant blue explosion engulfed the ceiling. Sam and Chasity fell to the ground in a heap, but showed no signs of movement.

Pieruru was only slightly better. He got up, adjusted his sarong, and looked around. The boy was sprawled across the floor. He only wore a tattered pair of jeans and a ripped shirt. Bruises covered his back.
The captor seemed to have dissapeared.
"You're too late" groaned the boy.
"Who are you?" asked Pieruru.
"Francisco, but you are too late!"
A moment later they heard the sound of chopper blades. A grey helicopter with many rotors glided past. A door opened, and a gun aimed into the room. Pieruru quickly scrambled to push everyone out of the way.
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Meanwhile, in a different helicopter, Rival was being piloted by #2.
"Almost at the lab. And the Eagle of Death is there!"
"Excellent!" said Rival. "And we'll take that to Australia!"
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"You have no hope" played a message in the Mobius Hall. Well, thought Steve, at least it wasn't all Muzak anymore. Now there were messages alternating between those that said no hope, and those that were propaganda.

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