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Lucas peers into the door from Milliways.

Yep, still Kumatora's bathroom.

"I'll be right back," he tells Enzo and Tyler.

He steps into the bathroom and out into Kumatora's bedroom, Boney beside him. The three talk for a bit, catching up after the three years they've been separated. What to do about Duster, the Hummingbird Egg, and the Pigmask Army.

The plan is simple enough: Lucas is going to go up into the attic while Kumatora, as Violet, goes out and collects the members of DCMC. Once she's out of the room, Lucas goes back to Milliways.

"So guys, I think there might be a change of plans. I gotta sneak through the attic so the bodyguards in the hallway won't see me. Feel like coming along?"

Boney, wearing a red and white cap and a green shirt, pokes his head out and gives them a "Woof!" of greeting.

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"Sprinting bombs and pencil rockets are good weapons."

He nods at Tyler's suggestion and gets eight antidotes and eight anti-paralysis meds, doling them out to everyone in the group. He then steps into the next room and gets to the box Boney told him about.

"There's a map in here," he says, stepping out again. "And guessin' from how this room is set up, the blue pathways are the open ones."

It's about here that the spiders get tired of waiting and make a move at whoever's closest to them. Lucas puts the map away and readies his stick while Boney steps up with a growl.

"A map? Of an at—whoa!"

Enzo automatically adopts a ready stance. He raises his left hand with the grappler, which, in a pinch, can deliver a hefty impact. With his right, he grasps the only other thing he's got to hand.

-pssschthisssssss- -wrrrrrrm-

Tyler might be growling a little as well, getting back into a fighting stance.

One of the arachnids lunges. Boney lunges back and swipes at it with his paw.

The other arachnid turns and points a shot of web at Enzo.

"Careful! That's what'll paralyze ya!" Lucas says before moving to smash the spider with his stick.

Enzo dodges the web and kicks the nearest spider away.

A further one looks gearing up to web at the boys again. The grapple is potentially deadly at close range, but also inclined to get him inconveniently stuck to, say, the floor. So he hurls the yo-yo instead.

And the arachnid that Boney just took a swipe at is going to learn the red shiny thing HURTS as Tyler swings the red saber at it.

Too bad singed arachnid doesn't smell too good. But it does send the creature scurrying.

Meanwhile, Enzo's yo-yo had sent the other one flying away.

"You guys are good," Lucas says, wiping some sweat from his brow.

Wait, sweat on his brow?

"Aw crud," he says. "I got a PSI fever. I'll have to walk for a bit."

Boney sniffs around and leads the way to the other door while Lucas moves so he can take the rear.

Enzo decides not to put the yo-yo away for now.

"Thanks. We've both got plenty of training. You're not so bad yourself. What's PSI fever?"

Rapid onset, whatever it is.

"I start feeling like I got a fever when I'm just about to realize a new PSI technique. It's kinda random sometimes and nothing too bad. It just makes me feel kinda heavy for a bit, know what I mean?"

He surveys the room. The mice besides the one with the shop scurried over to the next room.

"I can walk it off. They usually don't last too long."

"If you're sure...I think Enzo and I can cover for you while you walk it off and recover." Tyler says, not looking entirely convinced.

"Yeah, of course."

Accessing a new power. Heavy.

"All right. The map said the room to the right side is the one we want to keep going."

The one the mice ran to.

"Let's get on it then." Tyler replies, keeping the saber on but also turning on the real flashlight to shine it on ahead of them as he trots into the next room first...

Right into a very fat brown mouse attacking him along with a bat.

...Mr. Bat, now is not the time to dive-bomb the kid the saber!

WHACK!!

While Tyler attacks high, Enzo hits low with the yo-yo, sending the mouse skidding a good few yards away.

Lucas takes his from the middle, swinging to hit the elder batty Tyler knocked down.

Boney chases after the mouse, making sure it's not going to come back.

But while things are going well here, Lucas notices something up ahead.

"Do you guys hear that?" he asks.

"Sounds like music. This is a club, you said."

Doesn't sound like it's coming from downstairs, though.

"...it sounds way too close...it's coming from up here?"

"It shouldn't be DCMC. The concert's over and Kumatora said she'd get'em all together in Duster's room."

Boney trots back after chasing the mouse.

"Boney, can you go see what's going on in the next room?" Lucas asks.

The dog barks and sniffs ahead. He barks a few more times at the next doorway.

"There's a guitar in there but Boney doesn't see anyone playing it."

"So... it's playing itself?"

"...five dollars says it isn't doing that the way Bob does."

"No bet."

"Wait, who's Bob and what are dollars?" Lucas asks.

Then he shakes his head a little, hoping the PSI fever will fade soon, and walks ahead to check himself.

His eyes widen a bit.

"Yeah, that guitar is definitely playing itself. And I think it's coming towards us."

Time for a smaaaaash!

"My brother-in-law, money, yes it is, and what the frag."

Enzo adopts a defensive stance while trying to figure out what is even an effective way to attack (or defend against) a guitar.

When in doubt, start whacking away at it with whatever you have handy!

Lightsaber combo hits! -ksssht!Kssht!Ksshht!-

"Oh, you're kidding me!" is Lucas's reaction when a self-playing drum comes to join the brawl...

In a room with two mice and a frog, no creatures attacking any others, the group catches their breath. On one side is a group of conspicuous-looking presents.

"So... Can honestly say that's never happened to me before."

A few steps towards the presents and Lucas looks quite relieved.

"Least my PSI fever's gone. And it looks like I got a stronger Lifeup."

The frog hops over towards him and briefly converses with the boy while Boney sniffs at the mice.