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Episode 9: \u00a0Wreckage in a Winter Wonderland<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 5<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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As Diamond circled the ice rink atop the five-mile-an-hour Zamboni, Nick and Styx rocketed down the mountain at top speed in pursuit of Dr. Rough and Drums.<\/p>\n

The snow moved by so quickly that it took all of Nick\u2019s concentration to avoid slamming the sled into a snowbank as he struggled to learn the pulley controls of the bobsled. Suddenly, he saw a blur of movement in front of him. He was sure it was Dr. Rough.<\/p>\n

\u201cLower!\u201d Nick shouted back to Styx. He knew that, in order to move faster, they needed to become more aerodynamic. He crouched low, but not too low — he needed to see where he was going to avoid the fast-approaching walls of snow and ice. \u201cWe need to get closer!\u201d He let go of the pulley fast enough to grasp one of the two guns he had holstered at his hip. Before he could bring it within usable range, he dropped the gun into his lap and grabbed the pulleys, so he could turn again.<\/p>\n

\u201cYikes, it looks easier than this on TV!\u201d Nick shouted, unsure if Styx could hear him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so bad!\u201d Styx shouted into his ear.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s because you\u2019re sitting behind me,<\/em> Nick thought.<\/p>\n

They sped around the curve, coming closer to the sled carrying Dr. Rough and Drums in his Sasquatch suit. \u201cHa!\u201d Nick laughed to himself. He was almost in range and rapidly gaining on them. Timing it so that he was on a straight path before he acted, Nick pulled his favorite Beretta from his lap and popped off a few shots at the sled in front.<\/p>\n

Nick could not hear anything, but he watched Drums\u2019s hand fly to his head and thought he saw some red come away. He had a handle on the controls now, so he was able to turn and then aim his gun in one smooth movement. He fired another bullet. To his frustration, this one missed its target as Dr. Rough\u2019s sled reached another turn and curved away from it. He squeezed the trigger again, but the gun issued a hollow click.<\/p>\n

\u201cStyx, can you reach your gun?\u201d Nick yelled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no room!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick knew that he wouldn\u2019t be able to reach his spare pistol without losing complete control of the sled, but perhaps Styx would be able to manipulate his way to Nick\u2019s waist to get the gun. \u201cGrab my other gun at my hip!\u201d he bellowed.<\/p>\n

He could feel Styx fumbling around, groping him in an attempt to get the gun.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe tell no one of this!\u201d he shouted, embarrassed by what was transpiring in the sled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI got it!\u201d Styx yelled. He could feel the gun sliding from his waist as Styx\u2019s arm slowly moved forward towards his own hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cHand it over!\u201d Nick wanted to be the one to fire and take these evildoers down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can make the shot!\u201d Styx yelled back. \u201cYou worry about driving; I don\u2019t want this to end up like most of your missions where you drive!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick grumbled under his breath. He was too busy to retort, but he would make his junior partner pay for that remark after they got their victory here.<\/p>\n

\u201cShitballs!\u201d Nick shrieked. With Styx leaning on his left shoulder, his arm was hindered and unable to pull fast enough to make the left-hand turn. The sled lurched heavily, jerking its two passengers. Nick\u2019s head slammed into Styx\u2019s arm, but he recovered in time to notice Dr. Rough\u2019s sled slowing ahead of them. \u201cTake the shot!\u201d he hollered.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck!\u201d came Styx\u2019s voice from behind. \u201cThe gun was knocked out of my hand during that last turn!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick leaned further into the sled, attempting to move closer; maybe he could slam into their sled and stop them. When they were in range again, Dr. Rough\u2019s arm rose out of the sled and lobbed something small and black backward in their direction. Before Nick could react appropriately, another black object flew towards them; he felt it fall into the small space between his back and Styx\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like a\u2026 penguin\u2026\u201d Styx replied in confusion. A nearby blast sent snow flying into their faces. \u201cShit, they\u2019re grenades!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToss it!\u201d Nick growled. The snow that the first blast had disrupted was gaining on them.<\/p>\n

It was apparent that Styx had followed his command when the second grenade exploded only a few feet away, its debris joining with the snow from the first blast. The ground seemed to shake long after the blast, and Nick suddenly became aware of a roaring, rumbling sound from further up the mountain.<\/p>\n

When he chanced a glance over his shoulder, thoughts of catching Dr. Rough and Drums went out of his mind. His stomach bottomed out when he saw snow sliding down the mountainside like ocean waves, great clouds of it billowing into the sky. The explosions had triggered an avalanche. Getting caught in that would be more deadly than being trapped in a pool full of sharks with giant laser beams on their heads.<\/p>\n

The tall snowdrifts on either side of them suddenly disappeared. Nick could see blue sky and\u2026 \u201cNo, no, no!\u201d Nick shook his head. \u201cCLIFF!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Thinking quickly, he leaned heavily into the left turn. \u201cLean left!\u201d Nick screamed. He knew Styx had followed suit when the sled tipped over, flinging them both into a snowbank.<\/p>\n

Fighting the white powder, Nick scrambled to his feet and grabbed Styx by the sleeve. Together, they ran towards a rock outcrop. As they ducked behind it, Nick looked back down the mountain, pissed that Dr. Rough and Drums would get away again.<\/p>\n

He watched as they finally looked back and saw the avalanche approaching them. Dr. Rough, unable to tear his eyes away from the impending doom, missed the last turn at the end of the makeshift snow track, and their sled slammed into a snowbank. Nick couldn\u2019t help but cringe when he witnessed their bodies soaring off the sled and over the edge of the cliff.<\/p>\n

The last thing he saw was one of the Sasquatch\u2019s blue mittens flying over the side of the mountain before the roar of the avalanche filled his ears and the surge of snow cascaded down around them.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

In the bowels of the Pacific Coliseum, Lancy\u2019s jaw dropped as his nemesis turned into the light.<\/p>\n

\u201cMIGA?!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cMiga looove<\/em> bomb!\u201d chirped the orca bear in a high, squeaky voice<\/a>, holding up a detonator stick. The Olympic mascot stepped aside to reveal Yuna cowering behind him with the dynamite still strapped to her chest. \u201cMiga drop this, girl go BOOM!\u201d A psychotic laugh bubbled out of the cheerful mascot head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not Miga!\u201d cried Lancy, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at the costumed character. \u201cMiga loves snowboarding and salmon jerky, not explosives and international terrorism! Who are you really??\u201d<\/p>\n

With its free hand, the orca bear slowly lifted its black and white head to reveal\u2026<\/p>\n

Lancy blinked. He cocked his head at the long, narrow face poking out of the top of the Miga costume. \u201cNo, seriously, who are you??\u201d he asked, genuinely puzzled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe name\u2019s not Miga,\u201d growled the mystery man. \u201cIt\u2019s Moffatt. Bob Moffatt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMoffatt?\u201d Lancy turned the name over on his tongue. Suddenly, it rang a bell. \u201cOh! You mean Moffatt<\/em>, as in that lame nineties boyband that was a less successful rip-off of Hanson?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the one. Only we\u2019re not just a lame nineties boyband anymore,\u201d Bob said darkly. \u201cNow we work for FANS.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAhh, I see, I see!\u201d Lancy flapped his hands a little in excitement. \u201cYou didn\u2019t have any actual fans of your own left, so you decided to join the terrorist league that uses the word<\/em> FANS as its acronym. Not really the same thing, but whatevs — close enough, right? You put on that concert here in Canada that spread the FANthrax virus, didn\u2019t you? Sooo<\/em> not cool!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up!\u201d snapped Bob. \u201cI know you; you work for Himitsu Takana. Drums told us about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, my dear sweet Drums,\u201d sighed Lancy, his insides all aflutter. \u201cHow is my favorite bad boy? All wounded and brooding, with those washboard abs and that tight little ass\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not even a real agent, you queer. You\u2019re 00Carter\u2019s secretary<\/em>. And you think you can stop me and the great Dr. Rough? What are you gonna do, make me sneeze with your pretty pink flower?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet her go,\u201d snarled Lancy.<\/p>\n

\u201cNooo, I don\u2019t think I\u2019m gonna do that,\u201d Bob taunted as Yuna looked fearfully between them, trembling from head to foot. \u201cLet\u2019s go, come on,\u201d he snapped suddenly, giving her a rough shove. \u201cLet\u2019s go! Move it, move it! You stay,\u201d he added sharply, pointing his detonator at Lancy.<\/p>\n

Lancy hesitated, flower in hand. He was afraid to squirt it, afraid of making Bob drop the detonator and blow his precious Kimmy to bits.<\/p>\n

\u201cMove it, move it! In that door. In that door NOW!\u201d Bob pushed Yuna through a door. As he disappeared through it behind her, he called, \u201cBye, Lancybassy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy charged after him into a stairwell and up the concrete steps. He pushed through a second door, which led to the main concourse, filled with spectators in line for the concession stand and restrooms. The man in the Miga costume quickly disappeared into the crowd, but Lancy heard screams ahead and knew he was headed in the right direction.<\/p>\n

People stared as the flamboyant, frosted-haired man in the hot pink parka went lolloping by, his hands flapping like fairy wings on the ends of his limp wrists, but Lancy paid no attention to anyone until he noticed a flash of red and white out of the corner of his eye. He reeled to a stop and did a double-take, his eyes lighting up at what he saw.<\/p>\n

\u201cOhmygod!\u201d he cried, bounding towards a man in a red and white warm-up suit emblazoned with the Canadian maple leaf. \u201cIs that a luge you\u2019re holding?!\u201d<\/p>\n

The man nodded, giving the sled that was tipped against his legs a little nudge with his foot. \u201cI\u2019m Sam Edney, from the Canadian luge team,\u201d he said, sporting a winning smile. \u201cWould you like an autograph?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, duh, I\u2019d like one for my Olympics scrapbook,\u201d gushed Lancy, \u201cbut actually, first, I just need to borrow your luge for one teensy minute, okay?\u201d Without waiting for a reply, Lancy swooped down and snatched the sled. \u201cCool beans, thanks! I\u2019ll bring it straight back — pinkie promise!\u201d With his free hand, he hooked his pinkie around the stunned luger\u2019s and then scampered off, the luge tucked under one arm.<\/p>\n

Bob and Yuna must have been far ahead of him by now. Lancy grew more and more desperate as he jogged through the increasingly narrow and deserted corridor that curved around the Coliseum. He would never catch up to them in time, and what if they decided to duck out one of the exits?<\/p>\n

Then he heard a resounding chorus of screams bouncing off the walls of the skating rink and knew they had not left the venue.<\/p>\n

Inside the arena, Diamond rested her chin on her hand and sighed with boredom as the Zamboni continued to circle the ice at a steady six miles per hour. Twangy music blared over the sound system, and the spectators sang along. \u201cI wanna drive the Zamboni\u2026 Yeah, I wanna drive the Zamboni\u2026 Yes, I do\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Her phone started to vibrate inside her back pocket, and Diamond shifted her weight to slide it out. Checking the screen, she found a text from Pearl, which read: What\u2019s the hold up?? The commentators are running out of things 2 talk abt!<\/em><\/p>\n

Dunno,<\/em> Diamond texted back. Still waiting on Lancy.<\/em><\/p>\n

Txt him & tell him 2 hurry up!<\/em><\/p>\n

Will do.<\/em> Diamond was in the process of firing off another text message to Lancy when she heard the screams. She looked up in time to see one of the Olympic mascots, without its head, dragging the captive figure skater up the steps in one of the aisles. Where r u?<\/em> she texted rapidly and pressed send.<\/p>\n

As his phone vibrated in his skinny jeans, Lancy darted through the nearest entrance into the arena and gazed down over the rows of seats. All around him, people flooded the aisles, swarming for the exits. He looked around wildly for the source of the panic. At last, he spotted the headless mascot some three sections down, handcuffing Yuna to a railing. Down on the ice, Diamond perched like a pin-up model on the Zamboni, her legs crossed, jiggling one skate impatiently. When she looked up and saw Lancy, she waved.<\/p>\n

The Queen or Diamond\u2026 He had to choose. Tutting with frustration, Lancy took off, moving down the steps instead of across the aisles. He reached the barrier separating the bottom row of seats from the ice and leap-frogged over it, still carrying the luge. Holding it close to his chest, he took a running leap and landed on the ice. He rocketed toward the Zamboni on the sleek sled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can always count on you, Lancy!\u201d beamed Diamond as a battered and breathless Lancy, swaying slightly with dizziness, held up the luge.<\/p>\n

They worked together quickly, knotting the laces from Diamond\u2019s skates around the end of the luge and securing it to the front of the Zamboni. \u201cOhmygod, you are insane,\u201d Lancy told Diamond as she lay down on the luge.<\/p>\n

Diamond flashed a dazzling grin. \u201cIt\u2019s part of my charm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Di, this is it. Don\u2019t get dead!\u201d pleaded Lancy, and he pushed the luge underneath the Zamboni. \u201cKeep it steady!\u201d he called to the Zamboni operator, who responded with a nod and a thumbs up. Moving back out of the way, Lancy wrung his hands and watched nervously as Diamond fumbled with the underside of the Zamboni.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, we\u2019re gonna have to try to bypass the remote current with the battery.\u201d Pearl\u2019s voice came through the Bluetooth piece in Diamond\u2019s ear. \u201cCan you find the tripwire for the remote?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI dunno — I\u2019ve got a few choices here,\u201d said Diamond, fingering the colored wires hooked to the bomb.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack and red?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd green.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u2026 alright, uh\u2026 I\u2019m gonna guess he\u2019s not gonna go with standard copper for the remote; that\u2019d be too weak. I\u2019d use a fiber alloy,\u201d said Pearl. \u201cUh, Di, I\u2019m gonna need you to look at the wire.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPearl, it\u2019s covered!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I know. You\u2019re gonna have to cut off the sheath. But don\u2019t cut the wire!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight.\u201d Diamond reached down to her pocket and slid out her manicure scissors. With little space to work between the ice and the Zamboni, she began to carefully slice away the covering of one of the wires as Lancy fretfully looked on.<\/p>\n

A flash of black and white in his peripheral vision caused him to turn his head just in time to duck a flying fist as Miga — or, rather, Bob — slid towards him. \u201cYou!\u201d screamed Bob. \u201cYou try to mess with my master\u2019s work? I don\u2019t think so! I\u2019m coming for you, Lancybassy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy scrambled across the ice, his feet slipping and sliding. Behind him, Bob was not having much better luck. The remaining spectators froze in their tracks and watched as the awkward chase ensued around the skating rink. Lunging for Lancy, Bob fell first, clipping his chin upon the ice. In turning to look over his shoulder, Lancy, too, lost his balance and had a wipeout of his own. Before he could get back on his feet, Bob leaped on top of him, and the two scrabbled around on the ice.<\/p>\n

Lancy managed to gain the upper hand, slamming Bob face-down onto the ice and straddling his back. \u201cYou picked the wrong man to mess with,\u201d sassed Lancy as he pulled the other man into a camel clutch, grinding his pelvis into Bob\u2019s backside as his hands locked around the minion\u2019s straining chin. \u201cI was an all-state wrestling champ in high school. There\u2019s nothing I love more than a heated romp on the floor with a muscular brute in Spandex.\u201d He giggled as he pulled back on Bob\u2019s head, squeezing his torso between his thighs. Bob let out a strangled groan. \u201cOh yeah\u2026 take it, Miga\u2026 take it, you little bitch!\u201d Lancy panted, tugging and thrusting at the same time.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019ll drop the stick, fag! You want that?\u201d Bob gasped. Lancy\u2019s moment of hesitation was brief, but it was enough: with a burst of adrenaline, Bob summoned the strength to throw Lancy off him and quickly scrambled to his feet. The chase continued, but now it was Lancy who pursued Bob around the rink.<\/p>\n

\u201cBullseye!\u201d Diamond shouted from beneath the Zamboni once she\u2019d managed to strip the wires.<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat!\u201d said Pearl. \u201cOkay, I want you to clip on the battery and then run it to the lead wire.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCopy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShit!\u201d From across the rink, Bob had seen Diamond fiddling with his master\u2019s bomb from her perilous position between the wheels of the Zamboni. He charged straight for her, his arms windmilling for balance as he skidded wildly across the center of the ice and climbed onto the Zamboni.<\/p>\n

Lancy raced after him, knowing that if he managed to throw the driver off, Diamond would quickly be crushed beneath the Zamboni\u2019s wheels — or worse, its blade. In a matter of seconds, he, too, was atop the Zamboni.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t even try it!\u201d snarled Bob, slamming Lancy down onto the snow tank on the front of the Zamboni. \u201cYou know you\u2019re finished, fag!\u201d He clobbered Lancy upside the head with the detonator still clutched in his hand. \u201cI got you! Oh yes!\u201d he hissed, grabbing a hank of Lancy\u2019s artfully spiked bangs. Lancy saw stars of pain as the minion yanked his head upward and then slammed it back again. \u201cYes! Yes!\u201d shouted Bob, his hands tightening around Lancy\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n

The bright arena grew dim as a black tunnel began to close in on Lancy\u2019s vision. His windpipe was blocked; his chest felt tight with crushing pressure as he fought to breathe. Everything was fading\u2026<\/p>\n

Struggling to stay conscious, Lancy grabbed Bob\u2019s wrists with the last of his strength, but it was not enough\u2026<\/p>\n

Under the Zamboni, Diamond let out a squeal of delight. \u201cI got it! I got it, Pearl; it\u2019s disabled!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood! Now get out of there!\u201d urged Pearl.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrust me, I can\u2019t wait. Lancy!\u201d called Diamond. \u201cLancy, I got it! I\u2019m ready to come out now! Lancy?\u201d<\/p>\n

From somewhere far away, Lancy heard Diamond\u2019s voice. Bob heard it, too, and his grip loosened, allowing a precious breath of air to slip down Lancy\u2019s throat. He turned his head to the side and saw that the Zamboni had reached the end of the rink; it should have been about to make its turn, but instead, it was still going straight, heading for the tunnel through which Lancy had first chased Bob. There was a sign mounted at the top of the tunnel, some sort of advertisement.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you do, Lancybassy, huh?\u201d grunted Bob, still struggling on top of Lancy. \u201cWhat do you do? You\u2019re so smart, right? You think you\u2019re better than us, you queer piece of shit? Well, we\u2019re the ones with the plan, Dr. Rough and his agents, \u2018cause we\u2019re smarter than you! We\u2019re smarter than you!\u201d<\/p>\n

The sign loomed closer overhead. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Lancy summoned the strength he needed to grab Bob\u2019s chin again and force his head upwards.<\/p>\n

It was too late for Bob: He looked up to see the sign coming a split second before it collided with his face, snapping his head backward on his neck. The force of it knocked him off the Zamboni. Lancy leaned over the edge of the tank to watch as his body was dragged beneath the wheels of the massive ice resurfacer.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d squealed Diamond as Bob rolled under the Zamboni, knocking into her luge. \u201cGet out; there\u2019s not room under here for two of us!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her discomfort was only temporary, though; without a rope to hold him in place, Bob quickly slid beneath the blade that shaved the ice. On top of the Zamboni, Lancy felt a sickening bump as the blade severed Bob\u2019s neck. His mangled head bounced out onto the ice like a curling stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d said Lancy with a feisty smile, \u201cbut I\u2019m taller.\u201d He sat up, snapping his fingers in a circle. Then he heard Diamond\u2019s scream from below.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Turn this thing off and get me out from under here! The bomb\u2019s been disabled; it\u2019s okay to stop!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou heard the lady,\u201d said Lancy to the driver, leaping off the Zamboni as it slowed to a stop and did not explode. He carefully pulled on the rope at the front of the machine, easing Diamond out from under it. \u201cYou were absolutely fabulous, babe,\u201d he gushed as she emerged on the luge.<\/p>\n

Diamond sat up and shook out her blonde hair. \u201cYou were amazing too, hon. I couldn\u2019t have done it without you.\u201d She beamed a smile at Lancy, but the grin had fallen off his face. Instead of exhilarated, he looked flabbergasted. \u201cWhat?\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour\u2026 your hair\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Oh yeah\u2026\u201d Diamond combed her fingers through the cropped ends of her blonde hair and bit down on her lip. \u201cYeah, I think it kind of got cut by the blade there at the end when that guy bumped into me. How bad is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s\u2026 FABULOUS!\u201d squealed Lancy.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally??\u201d Her hands moved to her scalp, fluffing her hair up. \u201cYou\u2019re not just saying that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy gave her a look. \u201cWould I lie to you, darling? It looks amaze<\/em>balls! Those layers really frame your face, and hey, Cosmo<\/em> says the asymmetrical look is in<\/em>!\u201d He reached into his coat and pulled out his pocket mirror. \u201cSee for yourself,\u201d he said, handing it to Diamond.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh, very chic!\u201d she cooed, admiring her own reflection. \u201cDo you think Nick will like it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe better!\u201d Lancy said fiercely. \u201cOtherwise, I might just have to try the camel clutch on him<\/em>!\u201d He sniffed. Then a mischievous smile spread across his face. \u201cOn second thought — I might have to try that one on him anyway\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, what about Yuna?\u201d asked Diamond, looking around.<\/p>\n

Still alive, still handcuffed to the railing, Yuna raised one hand as best she could and offered an awkward wave.<\/p>\n

\u201cMY QUEEN!\u201d cried Lancy, temporarily forgetting about how he was going to punish that naughty, naughty Nicky\u2026 \u201cWow, Bob got squished and decapitated, and she still didn\u2019t blow up! Was the detonator a dud?\u201d<\/p>\n

Diamond crawled over to Bob\u2019s headless body. The detonator was still clutched tightly in his hand. \u201cNo\u2026\u201d she said, inspecting it carefully. \u201cI think his muscles must have contracted when his spinal cord was severed. His hand seized up around the detonator.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLucky\u2026\u201d said Lancy. \u201cWe better get Kimmy undone and take that icky contraption off her! I\u2019ll look for the key.\u201d He unzipped the Miga costume and took his time patting down Bob\u2019s pockets, groping nearly every inch of his body in search of the key to the handcuffs. At last, he found the small, silver key tucked underneath Bob\u2019s t-shirt, hanging on a chain around what was left of his neck. He slid the chain effortlessly over the bleeding stump.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d he sighed to Diamond, looking down at the headless Moffatt. \u201cAt least now they\u2019ll be able to tell him apart from his brothers.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Episode 9: \u00a0Wreckage in a Winter Wonderland Part 5   As Diamond circled the ice rink atop the five-mile-an-hour Zamboni, Nick and Styx rocketed down the mountain at top speed in pursuit of Dr. Rough and Drums. The snow moved by so quickly that it took all of Nick\u2019s concentration\u2026<\/p>\n

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