Welcome to Chaos Dominion: Blockton's Legacy. Part 1 of 3 in the Chaos Dominion Trilogy. 2+3 coming soon.

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Long ago in a dimension far away…..

Once, New Poland was a world of peace. The lush lands of New Poland were once inhabited by gentle creatures such as the Smurfs, and the Super Samurai Robo-Zords. But dark times were coming, and invaders from afar would soon cause catastrophe.

Foreigners who called themselves "The Blue Man Group" arrived to New Poland on massive rubber ducks and brought evil to the land. They enslaved all of the New Polish residents and forced them to build giant monuments to the Blue Men. It all seemed hopeless.

But a savior came, who called himself Mickey Mouse. He formed the Mousketeer militia, and led a great rebellion against the Blue Man Group and drove them away.

The Blue Man group will return is 1000 years and get revenge. They will capture New Poland once again and bring things back to the way they were. New Poland will be defenseless.

But Yet, there is hope. In the lands of Mint City, a new hero will be born. He will come in the form of a Lego Mini figure and come with the sign of he spatula. He and 4 companions will take back New Poland and bring order to the land.

Those were the words of the great prophet Tryde. People thought the old comic book collector was a fool. Little did they know that the Blue Man Group would return.

We take you now to the last stronghold of Polish war supremacy, Mint City, where the few Imperial soldiers left after the last battle struggle to defend their native city.


It was a cloudy day. Screams and gunshots could be heard in every direction. Blue soldiers ran through the streets, razing every building they came across. No Polish structure could withstand the shots of the Blue Man Group's deadly Nerf guns. The city was demolished quickly. Only a few brave Mousketeers were left on the battlefield. For those last few defenders, all hope was lost. In a matter of hours, the city would follow its neighbors, and become under Blue man control.

A Lego woman and her child ran down the streets. Their clothes were torn, and their faces were covered in soot. They tried to flee, but the woman, seeing it was futile, hid behind a corner and grabbed her child.

"Blockton, are you alright?" she said to her child.
"Yes," he replied.
"There is something I must tell you. About your destiny,"
The small, perplexed Lego stared at his mother.
" You must get out of this town. You are the chosen one, the one who will save us from the Blue Man Group. You must fulfil the prophecy of Tryde."
The woman reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a golden spatula.
"Take this. It is our only hope. Go now! Leave this place."
Blockton did not understand a word.
"But mother, I have to protect you!"
"I will be alright. You must travel east, to the Mushroom Village. The Smurflings will take care of you. I'll distract the guards. You run away with the spatula. Do you know which way east is?"
"I Think"
"Follow the Microsoft Constellation. Keep going in that direction until you find the Smurflings,"
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Yes" she said as she cried a tear of hope.

The woman ran out into the street and got the attention of the Blue Man Soldiers. She ran as fast as she could. Blockton ran towards the horizon, towards the Back entrance of the city. The small boy never knew what became of his mother, however the haunting Shrieks and cries for help was all he needed to realize that his mother had died. Crying, Blockton ran out of the gate and sprinted in the direction of the Smurflings. No person could foresee the events that followed.


Blockton woke up in a pile of leaves on the hillside. He had been traveling eastward for four days. He was hungry, tired, and weak. Blockton slowly pried open his eyes half way. He flinched at the sight of the bright sun. His whole body trembled.

"I didn't make it. I should have tired harder," Blockton said to himself in a dry, scratchy voice.

Blockton went back to sleep.

A few minutes later, Blockton felt something touching him. He was too weak to look up and see what it was. To him, It didn't matter whether it was a doctor, or a hungry animal. He was hopelessly lost, and about to die.

Blockton tried to listen to see what it was. He heard a gentle, nurturing voice come from above him.

"Oh, look at this poor thing. Probably got lost in the forest. Lets take him back to Papa Smurfling to see what's wrong with him," said the voice. Blockton had finally made it to the Smurfling Mushroom village. He tried to smile, but he did not have the energy. He then fell back to sleep.

Blockton opened his eyes. There was a bright light shining in his face. He was surrounded by strange blue people that he'd never seen before. He was startled by this sight, and got up immediatley.

Then he remembered what had happened earlier. He started to catch his breath. Blockton took a look around him and recognized the people as Smurfling folk.

" Hello? Young Lego Child, are you okay? Open your mouth and tell us, you must. Tired you are." Said the older Smurfling.

"I am Blockton. I come from Mint City. My mother told me to go here. She said it had something to do with this." Blockton grabbed into his pocket and pulled out the now dented and worn Spatula. The rest of the smuflings glared in awe.

"True it is. The words of Tryde are true. Blockton, you are the chosen one. We offer our hospitality to you," Said the Older Smufling again. "Pappa Smurfling I am. These are the others" He said directing the others to come see Blockton.

From the large crowd, one person stood out from the crowd. It was a smaller Smurfling, about Blockton's age. Blockton suddenly knew that they would become friends. The little Smurfling ran up to him.

"I heard about you! You're the one!" Said the Smaller Smurf. "What's your name?"
"Blockton is my Name," he replied. "Who are you?"
"My name is Codin, Codin Leih. Wanna be friends?"
"Ok" answered Blockton Confidently. The 2 children shook hands. Then they did the "Bongo Barry Super Secret Best Friends Forever Handshake". It would signify one of the most memorable friendships that Blockton had ever experienced.

The years went on, and Blockton had a happy life with the Smurflings. The Smurfling village seemed to be free from harm. It was a small piece of paradise for Blockton. He lived with the Smurflings for 15 years, learning the ways of the Smurfs, and being trained in hand to hand combat. He got to be very good friends with the Smurflings, especially Codin.

Blockton got to know Codin as a very sly Smurfling. Codin had connections with everyone, people you might not expect. And even though Blockton knew Codin for a long time, he never ceased to amaze blockton with even more "friends" of his. Codin was also a very tricky person. He came up with all kinds of crazy schemes, yet none of them worked. But Blockton had a fun time following Codin on his adventures.

15 years later since he met the Smurflings, it came time for Blockton to learn the words of Tryde. It was a tradition that every year on their 18th birthday, young Smurfs would learn the Tryde Prophecy. And now, Codin and Blockton would be read the sacred book.

Codin and Blockton reluctantly walked towards the dim firelight coming from the Mushroom Temple. A faint, shadowed image of Papa Smurfling lingered in the back of the building. A cold wind ran down Blockton's back. Codin leaned to his side and whispered to Blockton.

"You ready?"
"I think so."

The two sat down on the cold, slate floor. Papa smurfling sat up, and held an old, weathered book. The words on the cover seemed to glow brighter than the fire in front of them. The boys could just make out the title: Anti-Stupidity Task Force: The future as told by Tryde. Nobody was sure of what the hell the title meant, but it was the most important book in the world. The wise old elder, Papa Smurfling, began to read the first pages.

Once, New Poland was a world of peace. The lush lands of New Poland were once inhabited by gentle creatures such as the Smurfs, and the Super Samurai Robo-Zords. But dark times were coming, and invaders from afar would soon cause catastrophe.

Foreigners who called themselves "The Blue Man Group" arrived to New Poland on massive rubber ducks and brought evil to the land. They enslaved all of the New Polish residents and forced them to build giant monuments to the Blue Men. It all seemed hopeless.

But a savior came, who called himself Mickey Mouse. He formed the Mousketeer militia, and led a great rebellion against the Blue Man Group and drove them away.

The Blue Man group will return is 1000 years and get revenge. They will capture New Poland once again and bring things back to the way they were. New Poland will be defenseless.

But Yet, there is hope. In the lands of Mint City, a new hero will be born. He will come in the form of a Lego Mini figure and come with the sign of he spatula. He and 4 companions will take back New Poland and bring order to the land.

He will have 4 companions with him: His best friend, one of the Last Mousketeers, the Strongest Robo-Zord in all of New Poland, and a skilled Mime from Walmartopolis. Together, these five will fight for our Polish freedom, and save the world.

The end is near, but as long as people put their faith in the spatula, then the New Polish forces will be no match for any alien invasion. Let it be known to the chosen child that only the spatula can defeat the true evil. It contains a power that no mortal has been able to combat.

Papa Smufling snapped the book shut. "Blockton, the chosen child you are. The spatula you wear on your neck is the one true power to stop the Blue men from taking over. Codin, do you feel that Blockton's greatest ally, you are?"

"Yes," replied Codin.

"And Blockton, do you feel that Codin has been a loyal friend for all of your life, he has?"

"I do" answered Blockton.

"Then Codin, you are also destined to fight the forces of evil. Go out and save the earth you must." Said the wise old Smurfling matriarch.

Codin and Blockton went out of the temple. They had a long path to victory ahead of them.

"So, what's the deal with that Papa Smurf guy? He talks like an ugly green puppet! I mean, come on!" said Codin to Blockton.
"You should respect your elders. Even Papa Smurf. We have to take this quest seriously."
"But Blockton, we have to have a little fun, even if we are trying to stop the Blue Man Group. Now come on, we have to go to Disneyland to find our first soldier!"
"DISNEYLAND? Shouldn't we go to Walmartopolis? We already know for sure that the mime we need lives there. It's logical. We shouldn't go looking blindly into an unfamiliar city for our crew."
"Listen bro, Walmartopolis is like, too far. Disneyland is on the way. Besides, there are hundreds of mimes in Walmartopolis. And to tell you the truth, I know of a Mousketeer who lives inside Disneyland. Might be the one we need.
"Wait, did you say HUNDREDS of mimes? How will we find the right one?"
"Destiny Blockton. Just trust me."
"If it's all destiny, why do we need to go anyway? Wont the Mime just show up here through fate?"
"Blockton, Papa Smurfling once told me that Destiny is only right when you act upon it. If we sit and wait, nothing will happen, but if we start searching, we are with out a doubt going to find this Mime. Get it? Got it? Good. So come on."
'How did you find out about this Mousketeer anyway? I mean, I've never seen you go to Disneyland."
"I have my ways."
"Tell me!"
"Some things are not meant to be known by you."
"Aye!"

And so the two companions traveled off into the Disney wastelands.

One month later, Blockton and his friend reached the glorious city of Disneyland, or so its called. It actually wasn't glorious at all. Crime was high. Graffiti covered the dozens of abandoned buildings. The town moose hadn't been fed in days. All the places in town had paint peeling off the walls; even brick buildings without paint. There were no large sky scrapers like the stories of old described. It wasn't at all a magic kingdom.

Blockton and Codin approached the city gates. A feeling of depression overcame them. The city was just dull. Mabey it was the smog filled sky, that allways looked like it was raining. Mabey it was the pale, bordem that came from staring at endless gray structures, without any color except the spray paint that speckled the city with variation and feeling. Blockton ended the period of silence with a brief question.

"Where's the gatekeeper?"
"Dead, or non-existent. Ever since the cattle uprising of 96, this city has been a dump. You know, ghetto style. Lets just go in."

Codin pushed the gate forward. It moaned from all the rust that had built up over the years. It sounded like a short circuited bass guitar. And then, the metal gave up. The gate fell, and crashed onto the ground.

"Great job Codin," said Blockton sarcastically.
"Whatever. Listen, before I show you the Mousketeer, I need to go stock up on supplies. You know, weapons, armor, etc. You need anything?" replied Codin.
"Well, I could use a shield mabey. Lets go see what kind they have."
"Just one second there. They don't let people in who don't have "connections' with them. I suggest you stay outside, so they don't suspect you of anything."
"Connections? Why such a big security policy?"
"Simple. Have you seen the crime around here. The local police have outlawed guns in order to prevent violence. You can get the best weapons around here, but you have to be careful."
"I see. Well, just get me a shield. Don't get one too expensive. Try to get one that matches my outfit!"
Before they knew it, the two heroes had reached a small comic book store. The sign on the front had nearly faded away, but Blockton could still make out the name "Pyramid Comics". The light gray stone blended in perfectly with the rest of the complexes on the block. It was totally inconspicuous, however you could tell it was up to something just by it's innocent appearance. Codin turned to Blockton.

"This is the place. You stay outside. Ill go in and get what we need."
"Got it."
Codin casually strolled inside the shop. Blockton whistled as he leaned against the concrete wall.

Inside, Pyramid comics was not an inviting place. The lights were faint and dim. Comic books engrossed two whole walls. And on the other walls, was a truly evil looking counter, and intimidating signs with messages such as "DON'T tap the glass" and "NEVER touch the collectibles behind the counter". All the while an unengaging mad man stood behind the counter, waiting for people to come inside.

"What can I get you. Cards? Comics? Collectibles?" answered the man behind the counter.
"Well," Codin replied, "I had something else in mind." Codin winked.
"Ahh, come with me. I think I have the goods you desire." He said.

The two men walked behind the counter. The storekeeper pulled a book from the shelf to reveal a secret passageway. Codin followed him down the dark, musty stairway. They finally reached a concealed basement. The man turned on the lights. The golden rays of the light-bulb revealed hundreds of weapons and combat gear hanging on the wall. He had everything: Bubble-wrap armor, staple shooters, combat plungers, beanie helmets, and deadly can openers. It was an anarchist's paradise. And Codin was not going to leave without some new gear.

"Ill take the Bubble wrap armor, the plunger, and hmm… Got any sheilds? My friend could use one"
"Sure man, I've got some shields," Said the owner of the store. As he reaches to the top shelf and pulled down a white piece of metal. It was a sheild. It was rectangular, painted white on the front, and had writing on the front. It said on the front of it "Speed limit: 45."

"Perfect. How much?"
"50 pogs."
"How a bout 30?"
"45"
"35"
"40. My final offer."
"Not a problem."

Meanwhile, Blockton waited patiently outside the store. Trying to blend in with the crowd, he began to whistle. He did as best as he could not to look obvious. Any irregular actions and Blockton could blow his cover, and be hunted down by the Blue Man Group.

Two strange men in brown cloaks paced down the cracked city road. Their faces could not be seen under their long, concealing hoods. Blockton looked at them. Trying not to draw attention, he quickly looked away. He looked once again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the two men were coming right toward him. He turned away again, in hopes that they would notice him. It failed. Now the two men were standing in front of him. One of them looked at Blockton, and talked to him.

"You there. What is your name?" He said.
Blockton was terrified. In order to hide his identity, he created a false name.
"My name is Rico. Rico Suave. Why?"
"What is that hanging from your neck?"
Blockton caught on. They knew about the spatula, and its holy powers. Blockton was not even sure of the powers it possessed. Mabey these strangers could tell him its secret. More likely, they could be trying to steal it.
"Oh this? It's a family heirloom. Got it from my grandmother." Blockton was obviously not good at telling lies. Not as good as Codin.

"Oh really? You sure it's not a magical weapon? Cause we think it is."
"Magic? What are you talking about?"
The strangers grabbed Blockton by the shoulders. "Come with us, Lego scum," said the man in the cloak.

"NOOOOOO! HELP ME!" cried out Blockton as he was dragged away by the cloaked travelers.

Meanwhile, Codin walked out of the building, expecting to see Blockton and show him his new armor.

"Blockton, you've gotta check out my-" He couldn't go on, after he saw Blockton being dragged away by 2 strange men. Coding immediatley ran after them.

Codin ran towards the cloaked travelers. He pushed them away, and attempted to break Blockton free of their grasp. He couldn't separate them. One of the men drew a nerf gun, and fired it at Codin. But since he was being pushed, his aim wasn't perfect. The nerf dart pierced Codin's leg, and Codin fell to the ground, clutching his ankle. Seconds later, another mysterious person in a dark hood, riding a saddled hampster, picked up Blockton and the others. They rode off out of visual range. Codin had lost them, but not without getting a glimpse of the strangers hand. It was blue.

Blockton found himself tied to a large table. His sight was limited, but he could just make out his surroundings. The room was dark, and was only lit by dim green lights. The walls were pitch black, and totally blank. The darkness consumed Blockton into fear.

Blockton quickly became startled. The table began to raise, and tilt forward. Shades of blue became visible. 3 BMG officers, dressed in black came in to sight, staring at Blockton. 2 of them were armed with Nerf rifles. The other began to interrogate Blockton.

"Tell me your name, rebel," asked the officer fiercely.
Blockton didn't respond.
"ANSWER ME!" screamed the officer. One of the soldiers hit Blockton in the stomach with his gun.
Blockton was quick to reply. "Rico Suave!" he blurted out.

There was a long pause. The interrogating officer hesitated.

"Oh really," he said in a calm, yet fiendish voice. "We have records stored on our Commodore 64 which say otherwise. But you already knew that, BLOCKTON."
Blockton gulped.
"So, what were you up to in Disneyland?" asked the Blue man.
"I was buying comic books. I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Then WHY did you feel that you had to hide your identity?"
Blockton didn't answer. The officer walked closer to Blockton. His face was about an inch away from Blockton's. He could here the officer breath.
"So," the officer pulled out the golden spatula from his pocket. "What were you doing with this? Hmm?"
"It's not mine! I swear!"
The man quickly stepped back. He mumbled something to the 2 guards, and scribbled down notes on his notepad.
"That is all for now. I will talk to you later. You two: escort this vermin to a holding cell."

As the man walked towards the door, Blockton heard an explosion. The roof collapsed, and a small Smurfling dressed in bubble wrap jumped down through the crumbling ceiling. Soon, followed a Chicken, armed with a staple shooter, and wearing the infamous Mousketeer helmet, the crown and symbol of righteousness and justice, swooped through the hole.

"GET THEM!" screamed the strict Blue Man soldier.

The two guards loaded their guns, but before they could respond to the threat, the chicken unleashed the power of his staple shooter. Thousands of small metal clips flied through the air like hail. Meanwhile, the officer sneaked out through the door, and fled.

While the guards were distracted, Codin stealthily scrambled to the table where Blockton was strapped to. He quickly tried to untie the rope which was holding Blockton down.

"You made it! I knew you'd come!" said Blockton with relief.
"No time to talk. Now stand still," replied Codin with a stern and serious expression.

The Chicken suddenly ceased fire. "I took the guards out! Now let's go!" he screamed.

Codin pulled out a grappling hook, and swung it up through the breech in the roof. The three scurried up the rope and ran away as fast as possible. The group sprinted away until they got back to Disneyland.

Codin, Blockton, and the unidentified chicken stopped by an old apartment building inside Disneyland. The old, wooden door was scratched and moldy. The chicken approached the weathered doorway, and jiggled the handle until the door came loose. The doorway creaked as it slowly revealed the garbage pit within. Pizza boxes, broken glass, and crumpled paper covered every inch of the floor; so much that nobody could tell if it was a wood floor or carpet. The couch, or what appeared to be a couch, was torn, tattered, and beaten. 4 stray cats climbed this couch, or what was left of it. The television was old, and only had antenna capabilities. On the screen, was a blurred scrambled image of "The Gong show", scan lines and all. The static infested dialogue was unintelligible, coming from the old TV.

"What is this dump?" asked Blockton, disrespectfully.
"Sadly, oh destined one, this is my living quarters. You and your companion are welcome to stay here for the night." said the chicken.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Alas, it wasn't always like this. Once I was a brave fighter and a prosperous karate teacher. But ever since the mousketeers had died, My life has been - " he paused for a minute, thinking of the right choice of words "well, my life has been less fortunate. I wish you could understand."
"Tell us what happened," requested Codin.

"Very well. First, let me introduce myself. I am Cluckdaloth, Mousketeer. I started my training at a young age, and then achieved my goal as Mousketeer, official defender of New Poland. I never knew I'd be one of the last.

For centuries, Mousketeers have fought for good, and protected the innocent. They were first banded in the time of Mickey, requested by Mickey himself. They were the first to revolt the Blue Man Group. Mickey's militia soon grew into the official New Poland army. It gave our country an image of unmatched strength and power. New Poland conquered many lands, and defeated their enemies.

When the Blue man group returned, we couldn't keep up with their complex strategies, flawless battle maneuvers, and brilliant Military technology. The BMG has had experience, and is constantly at war. Blue men are trained to fight at an early age. On the other hand, we New Polish people are used to a life of prosperity, and culture. The Mousketeers were the only thing to save us.

We tried to fight back many years ago, but all the Mousketeers have died. There are only few Mousketeers. Many of them do not even fight for Poland. Now it is a term used for anyone who is trained in the Mousketeer way and wears a mouse hat. The last "official" squadron of the Mousketeers fought in the Battle of Mint City. They were slaughtered."

"I know," said Blockton, "I was there."
"So there is no real Polish Army, is there?" asked Codin.

"There was, but there is no more. I am among the last of the Mousketeers. We can't help you. The only hope is you, Blockton. You and that Spatula of yours. Its our only hope. I am powerless," Answered Cluckdaloth.
"Wait, there is help. The ancient prophecy predicted that a Mousketeer would join our party. Come with us," encouraged Blockton.
"I am not the one you seek," Cluckdaloth replied.
"Yo, Clucky. You must understand that its destiny. Wouldn't you say it's a not a coincidence that we just happen to find you on the way of our journey, you being one of the LAST faithful Mousketeers?" Codin said persuasively.
"I have not fought as a Mousketeer in years. I am no use to you," Cluckdaloth said.
"Cluckdaloth," Blockton said sternly. "Follow us."
"No. I can't"
"Yes, you can."
"But I-"
"Trust me."

"Well Blockton, you are the Protector of the Spatula. I guess I have to trust you. But I'm not sure I will be much use." Said Cluckdaloth, giving in to Blockton.

"You'll be lots of use." Said Codin Confidently. "I mean, the book said so. What could possibly go wrong!"

"I will go with you. But where are we going?" asked Cluckdaloth.
"Cluck," Blockton asked. "Do you own a map?"
"Yes. Just let me find it in this junk pile. Oh wait, here it is,"
"We are here. Walmartopolis is there. The only person we don't know their location is this supposed is the Zord. There are 2 cities on the road towards Walmartopolis. Should we go to Lexmarkia or Pepsi Town?"
"Pepsi Town is bigger. There is a better chance of finding the right one," wisely chose Cluckdaloth.
"Well, that would be the right choice, if it weren't for the Robozord temple in Lexmarkia. As you can clearly see, I'm always right," Codin said, while smiling.
"Aye Codin. Why do you never cease to surprise me with your 'insider' knowledge," stated Blockton.

With that, the three travelers set off on a journey to Lexmarkia, to find the 4th chosen one.

Rays of sun shined brightly upon Blockton's face, burthing out of the shady apple trees, which lined the trail. Lexmarkia was only a few miles away, and the beautiful area seemed to raise the hopes of the 3 adventurers. Contrary to the cloudy, wasteland of Disneyland, Lexmarkia was a beautiful forested valley with lots of plants and animals.

"Codin. This place is paradise! Where did you find out so much about this place?" asked Blockton.
"Well," Codin replied, " Lets just say I have sources. My own little 'connections'."
"It is a wonderful area,"
"So it is! So it is,"

Codin turned to his right. Cluckdaloth hadn't said a word for a long time.

"Yo Clucky. You haven't been sayin much. Something wrong?" said Codin, trying to make conversation. "I mean, what do you think of this place?"

"It is…peaceful," he said. The tone of his voice was drone and stagnant.
"That's it? Don't you mean, awesome? "
"It might look safe, but beware. As the old saying goes, 'Even glue can't devour poisonous paperweights'. I recommend that you keep your guard up," Cluckdaloth said sternly.
"What could possibly go wrong?"
"During this crazy war, anything can happen. A fleet of Destroyer Ducks could land at any minute. It would only be a matter of minutes till Lexmarkia became a wreck like Disneyland. Or even worse, it could be blown off the face of the planet! Always watch where your going. It could save your life."
"Codin," Blockton advised, "Lets not let anything like last time happen again. I should have been more careful. The BMG almost got me, and now that they know about me, they won't give up the search so easily."

Blockton, Cluckdaloth, and Codin continued their walk down the awe-inspiring path. A few feet ahead of them, was the welcome sign to Lexmarkia.

Welcome To Lexmarkia
The City of Majesty and Grace
Est. 2234 and ½ AD
Home of Optimus Magnus
Population 2013

In front of them was a breathtaking panoramic. The village was a small valley with scattered cottages and buildings. The houses were all grayish tan in perfect dome shapes. All the buildings were. If they weren't in domes, they were some other ergonomic shapes. The Roads were all flat and smooth. Trees were placed appropriately, and spread out just enough to make them look perfect. The one thing that stood out the most, was the temple, Optimus Magnus, which stood a towering 4 stories tall, and was very ornate, and detailed. It was displayed proudly in the center of town. It was truly Polish heaven.

"Here we are, all safe and sound in Lexmarkia," proclaimed Codin. Cluckdaloth muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"What was that?" Blockton asked politely.
"Nothing…Nothing," replied Cluckdaloth.

Far ahead, Blockton saw someone running towards them. From what he could make out from the distance he was at, it was a tall robozord, about 10 feet tall, the average size for a robozord. His body was painted blue and gray, and his finish sparkled in the sun. In his left hand, he carried a pin shield, with a peace sign emblem on the front. In the other, a long battle mop.

"Guys, look down there. I think he's looking for us!" informed Blockton.
"Be cautious. He could be hired by the BMG," warned Cluckdaloth. "Load your weapons." Blockton and Cluckdaloth unsheathed their armaments. Codin did quite the opposite, and slowly walked towards the glittering Samurai Robozord.

"Salutations friends. Welcome to Lexmarkia," shouted the saluting villager. Blockton put away his spatula, realizing the peaceful manner of the person in question.

Cluckdaloth, still armed and loaded, approached the robozord. "Who are you? Tell us your name immediately!" he shouted.

Blockton leaned towards Cluckdaloth. "Cluck, he seems peaceful. I think we can trust him, and what your doing is no way to treat an ally," he whispered.

The robozord was now at arms length. "No need to interrogate. I come in peace. My name is Mega Ultimus Radicus, but you can call me Radicus. I'm native to Lexmarkia, but you sure don't look like your from around here. Where ya from?" he said smiling.

"Our homeland is none of your buisness," said Cluckdaloth defensively.

"Excuse old Clucky here, he's just a little paranoid," interrupted Codin. "As you can see, were all a bit more alert than usual. Were on a tough mission."

"A mission you say? Your not workin for the Blue man group, are ya? Cause if you were, I'd half to ask you to leave." Questioned Radicus.

"No, were not affiliated with the BMG in anyway. In fact, were trying to kick them out of New Poland," answered Blockton truthfully.

"I didn't think you were with the BMG. I could sorta tell by the looks of that mousketeer helmet, but then again, you never know. But how do you think the three of you are going to stop a whole army?"

"We have our ways. That's all you need to know," snapped Clucky.
"Well, welcome to Lexmarkia. What can I do ya for?"
"Well," began Blockton "we have been traveling for a while. Any place to stay around here?"
"I agree. Standing out in the open like this is not to our tactical advantage. If we find shelter, we will be defended," concurred Cluckdaloth.
"What about you Codin? Whats up? You have any more tricks up your sleeve?" Blockton asked.
"Well…" Codin hesitated. "I am tired, and a little hungry… I think it would be best to find a hotel or something."
"Well folks, There aren't any Inns that I know of around here. You can stay with me though. My family has a guestroom. It will be no problem." said Radicus.
"You sure it isn't too much of a problem?" asked Blockton politely.
"Nah, the pleasure would be ours," And with that. Blockton, Codin, Cluckdaloth, and Radicus traveled through the vilage to Radicus' house.

The house was perfect in every way. It was the perfect beige color with a texture that had a coarse smoothness to it. It was a tall, cylindrical shape with a dome roof, cut out windows, and a thick painted metal door. The walls were made of the most fine plastic in the land. And the landscape was nothing to be ashamed of as well. Every flower in the garden was the perfect size and color, and the grass had been freshly cut. It was geometric perfection.

"This is it fellas. Here's where I live. Just wait out here, Ill go get my family. They will probably be happy to met you guys!" Radicus walked into his house to gather his family. Codin and Cluckdaloth waited in front. Meanwhile, Blockton wandered off to admire some flowers in the backyard.

Blockton reached the doll house like Backyard. Like everything else in the whole town, it was flawless. Each flower had been grown just right. And it seemed too much of a coincidence when to finish it all off, a giant, plaid colored butterfly fluttered peacefully in the air like dead leaves in a wind tunnel.

"Oh my Albuquerque, I lost track of time. Everyone's probably inside already!" Blockton thought to himself. He turned around to get back to the front when he ran into a major problem.

Standing right in front of him, stood a tall, ferocious Lobstostridge. Staring him down like a hungry wolf, the wild beast raised his long, feathered neck. It was a dangerous monstrosity: Head of an ant, the ears of a rabbit, the body of a duck, the claws of a lobster, and the wings of a bat. His whole body was gray, except for his eyes. His luminescent, red, beady eyes. His bug like hexagon tiled eyes. And all it did was stand still, and assess the combat ability of the small, weak Lego in front of him.

Out of nowhere, came a red, metallic, voluminous robozord , which summarily thrusted toward the creature and made haste to jab his mop joust into the creature's body. The battle continued, and the Lobstostridge grasped him by the arms, and pushed him backwards to the ground. But the robozord was not about to give up, and he quickly jumped back up, ran as fast as he could, and sliced off the head of the monster. Just then, everyone else arrived at the scene.

"Well, I guess you already met my Brother," Radicus said regretfully. "His name is Mega Magnus Ultimatron, Ultimus for short. These two folks behind me are my mom and dad. Come on, Ill show you the guest room."

"What did I tell you Blockton, it's a dangerous place." Reminded Cluckdaloth. "You never know what can happen."

A while later, the commotion died down, and everyone went inside. On the way back, Blockton thanked the red, heroic robot. "Wow, your pretty good! Thank you!" he said.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," responded Ultimus. He sounded depressed to Blockton.
"No, that was really impressive! I could never do something like that!"
"Uh huh." His face had no expression.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing is wrong."
"Well, cheer up. You just slayed a Lobstostridge. That's something to be proud of!"
"Yeah, I guess."

Everyone congregated inside the living room. It was pristine and faultless, like everything else about the house. All of the hand made wooden furniture was positioned almost exactly at 90° angles, and had no scuffs or scratches in sight. The floor was dust free, and shined like a mirror. The open windows and the candles created the perfect lighting. The shelves were filled with assorted oddities and beautiful antiques that were splendidly merchandised on the bookcase. And to top it off, there was a fireplace to one wall, with a few family pictures on top of the mantle piece.

"Wow, this place is marvelous!" exclaimed Blockton.
"It's in the groove, yo!" commented Codin.
"It is…laudable," added Cluckdaloth.

Everyone continued onward and took a tour of the whole house. There was not a speck of dust in the whole house. The robozords and kept it very clean. After the tour, everyone had a great big dinner, and went to sleep.

"Here's your room everyone! Hope you like it. It hasn't been used for a while, so it might be a little dusty." Radicus said.
"Are you kidding?" Codin said. " It's spotless! Sweet!"
"Radicus, Thank you so much. Your hospitality and your accommodations have really helped us unwind." declared Blockton courteously.
"Yes, I too appreciate the help you have given us. Thank you," stated Cluckdaloth.
"Well," began Radicus, "any enemy of the BMG is a friend of mine. By the way, what exactly are you doing to stop them? Not to be rude or nothin, but I didn't quite get what y'all been doin?"
"That's classified and to be known onl-" Cludaloth was cut short.
"Clucky is just overreacting. Listen, we cant tell you, on account of the Blue Man Group could be watchin at any minute, but trust me man, were doing more than you could shake a stick at." Codin explained.
"Well, I can trust ya. Good night, and don't let the Blender-Bots bite. No, seriously, watch out for them. They come here every once and awhile and knock over the garbage can sometimes." And with that, Radicus turned out the lights, and left the room.

After a good night's rest, everyone clustered inside the kitchen, where Mammazord and Pappazord were making old fashioned, home made poison ivy pancakes. Even the food was without fault. The pancakes were delicious.

"Once again Mammazord, you're a great cook. What's your secret?" asked Blockton.
"Well," she started, "I think that having the freshest poison ivy makes the difference. I get mine from my own herb garden."
"Listen boys, were going to a festival at Optimus Magnus. We'd like it if you stayed for one more day, and came with us," invited Pappazord.
"Yo Rad, any hot girls gonna be attending this party?" asked Codin.
"Ah, Impetuous youth. So hasty and careless." Cluckdaloth said.
"We'd be delighted to come." said Blockton. "Are you going too, Ultimus?"
"Yes, but I don't want to. I hate mingling."
Codin began to speak. "No problem amigo. Just stick with me, and in no time you'll have tons of friends. Let the Codmiester do the mingling for you!"
"Um, Codin," Blockton whispered "I don't think this is helping."
"Trust me"
"Remember back in the mushroom village when you said that at Wolfgang's wall-pen tournament? Do you remember what happened when I trusted you?"
"Well, I guess your right. Lets not have that happen again. I guess your going to have to miss out on a great experience Ultimus."
"Oh no, how can I not enjoy spending time wit the Codmiester. Hes just soooo great!" replied Ultimus sarcastically.
"Mega Magnus Ultimatron, where are your manners?" snapped Mammazord.
"Oh, I'm deeply sorry Codmiester, I hope I didn't offend your aura of coolness. Forgive me oh awesome one."

After breakfast, everyone took a walk down to Optimus Magnus to attend the festival. Like promised, it was filled with dancing, food, and Codins Favorite, hundreds upon hundreds of beautiful, single women. Everyone was having a good time, except for Ultimus. He sat on a bench near the temple.
"Having fun, Ultimus?" asked Blockton.
Ultimus mumbled.
"Whats up?"
Ultimus didn't respond. He only stared at the ground.
"You ok?"
"meh"
"Have you tried the Fried Weasel Sandwiches? They're very delicious."
"Wait, I see something."
"Really? What do y-"
"DUCK!"

Ultimus quickly dropped to the floor, pulling down Blockton with him. A striped black and red dart flew silently through the air, and nailed itself to the bench. Blockton looked up at the temple, and saw the silhouette of a man atop the temple roof. A Man with big, rabbit like ears. And the assassin disappeared into the shadows as fast as he came.

The crowd was shaken up. You could here the commotion, the murmurs, and the whispers. The message spread fast.

Meanwhile, Cluckdaloth was posted at the refreshment table. He didn't like the idea of Blockton being out in the open. He kept his guard up, and looked out for any suspicious people. Codin, sprinting twoards Cluckdaloth, cvaught his attention.
"What's wrong Codin?"
"Yo Clucky, Blocktons in trouble!"
"How so?"
"They say a man in a black rabbit suit tried to sniper him. They say it was-"
"A black and red dart."
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"So it is true. T'Fos Erauqs has returned."

…. (dramatic pause)

Cluckdaloth gritted his teeth. He could take no more of this.

"Codin," he said "Watch Blockton. I'm going to investigate. Do not lose his sight."

Back at the bench, Blockton, Ultimus, and Radicus were talking.

"Blockton," began Radicus "What happened? I here all this nonsense about an evil Bunny rabitt?"
"Its all true. Ultimus pushed me out of the way at the last second. That's twice in a week that he saved my life." Answered Blockton
Ultimus grunted.
Codin came running up to the group. "Blockton! Are you ok? I heard what happened!"
"I'm ok. Ultimus saved me again. Wheres Cluck?"
"Out searching for that Rabbit dude. Said his name ws…I dunno, Erac-something?"
"Never heard of him!"

Cluckdaloth was now far into the temple. The lighting was dim, and only torches on the wall lit the way. From what he could see, the walls were covered in gold and ornate statues and monuments covered the room corner to corner. In the north wall, there was a huge statue that almost touched the ceiling. It was a sculpture of a Super mega samurai robozord, sitting on a throne of some sort. It was made completely out of bronze. There appeared to be no further doors, except for the one he had came in. A dead end. Like a gust of wind, a whisperng voice drifted to Clukdaloths ear and gave a chill through his whole body.

"The world is veiled in darkness.
The wind stops, the sea is wild,
and New Poland begins to rot.
The people wait…
Their only hope, a prophecy from tryde....
'When the world is in darkness Five Warriors will come.'
After a long journey, five young warriors arrive,
each holding the sign of the Spatula"

"Who said that? T'fos! Show your self!" demanded Cluckdaloth.
"I didn't live 700 years for nothing," said the voice.
"I'd know that voice anywhere! T'fos! Get over here and fight like a rabbit!"
A man wearing thick armor, a bunny helmet, and armed from head to toe with swords, guns, and other weapons appered from out of the shadows. "Yes, It is I." he said.
"It is you, I knew it! What are you doing here? Last time I met you was back in the Battle of Niagara. Why do you persist to end the world. "
"Oh dear Cluckdaloth, do you think a measly thing like the end of the world would do me in? I work for whoever pays me the most, and this particular time, I'm being paid to put an end to your undermining"
"Who are you working for this time? The Scrubbing bubbles? The Lokenites?"
"I was sent by my master to spy on Blockton, and eventually kill him. My master, in this case, is Blue Man Boss."
"So you are working for the BMG. I pity your existence."
"Bah. The BMG is not the future. I don't support them. I only take advantage of the situation at hand."
"Worthless mercenary!"
"Mercenary, yes. Worthless? No."

Cluckdaloth loaded his Staple-shooter. He fired a barrage of staples at T'fos. Not a single shot hit. T'fos was extremley agile, and dogdged every bullet.
"Two can play at this game, T'fos!" shouted Cluckdaloth in rage. He suddenly flipped into the air, and kicked T'fos in the face. He landed nimbly atop the base of the large stature and drew his weapon. Like previously, no bullets hit, but it kept T'fos on his feet for a while.
"You seem to grow weak T'fos. I expected better from you."
"I am more powerful than you will ever achieve." replied T'fos. He suddenly got a burst of engery, and dashed at Cluckdaloth. He grasped Cluckdaloth by the neck.
"Listen Clucky, I don't have time for this. I don't want to hurt you. Im after the boy. Ok?"
"You mean the chosen one? The one who possesses the spatula?" Cluckdaloth was careful not to mention Blockton's name.
"You are no fool. Who do you think?"
"So the BMG knows? They know the prophecy is true?"
"Hardly. They have bigger things to worry about. They only sent me to 'investigate, and nulify'. They don't see the significance of my mission. But I'll put things right so they won't have to worry."

The door suddenly slammed open. Into the room entered Blockton, Codin, Ultimus, and Radicus.

"Game over, Rabbit Lips!" exclaimed Codin.

Everyone drew their weapons and attacked T'fos. T'fos was largely outnumbered. 2, mabey 3 of them would be enough to take on, yet 5 was too much, even for the mighty T'fos.

"You may outnumber me now, but Ill return. Watch where you step, Cluckdaloth. And good luck too all of your rebel friends. They will need it when I meet up with you again." Then, T'fos vanished, without a trace.

"Albuquerque, that guy's good. What's his deal?" asked Codin.
"Cluckdaloth, you seem to know enough about him. Who is he?"

"That is a long story, and will take days to tell it all. But I will sum it up as breifly s possible. His name is T'fos Erauqs, a mercenary, and assassin for hire. Right now, he's some sort of hit man for the BMG. He's a big time Bounty hunter, and has worked for many people. I met him once, earlier in the Blue Man Group conflict. Then he was working for the Scrubbing Bubbles Faction. He must have changed affiliation many times since I've seen him last. I never new The BMG had hired him. Supposedly, he's assigned to investigate the Spatula prophecy, and then kill Blockton." answered Cluckdaloth as simply as he could.

"He's after me? Does that mean the BMG knows were here?" said Blockton.

"I'm as baffled as much as you are. I think they might of figured it out at our encounter at Disney land, but they might have known prior to that. From what T'fos has told me, they know about it, but aren't paying too much attention too it. If they were, I'd assume we'd be dead by now. So were pretty good as far as knowledge. But T'fos is after us, which is bad enough, and he's as strong as 10 Blue Men. But at least for now they don't recognize the spatula as a true enemy yet."

"Wait wait wait, so you guys are the promised ones? The ones in Tryde's writtings?" said Radicus

"The secrets out," Codin commented.
"We tried to keep it a secret, for saftey purposes, but I gues you know now. Tell no one of this." Requested Blockton.
"I wont let the cat outta the bag. Your secrets safe with me." confirmed Radicus.

"Listen, we have to get out of Lexmarkia as soon as possible. Now that were sure the BMG has figured us out, we have to leave before our location is discovered. As a wise man once said 'Never leave home without your American Express card'. We cant stay much longer." Advised Cluckdaloth.

"We haven't found the 4th member yet. We have to find the other guy." said Codin.

"Wait a minute." interrupted Blockton. "Do you think it's a coincidence that we just happened to stay with Radicus and Ultimus, and that there was no force at work when Ultimus saved my life twice in a row?"
"You don't want me," explained Ultimus. "My brother is much nicer, and probably less of a bother than me."
"Gotta admit though dude, you did save him not once, but twice. That is a little freaky." Added Codin.
"Besides Ultimus, I don't want to help them. No offense, but you guys are involved with some crazy stuff I don't think I could handle! You have to look at your options," Radicus stated.
Ultimus hesitated, thinking over the life changing decision he was about to make.
"Not to bother you Ultimus, but we have little time." Mentioned Cluckdaloth.
"Well…Ok. Radicus, tell Mom and Dad Ill be away for awhile. Don't think they would care much."

Then the author became lazy and decided he was to apathetic to write a transition to the next chapter, so lets just pretend that a bunch of sappy sad stuff happened, and everyone left, and journeyed on to Walmartopilis, the city where the last member was located.

Blockton and his companions were weary and worn out from their journey. Now their quest had taken them to the Badlands, the desert of Poland. There was nothing except hills of sand, some thick patches of vegetation, and strange miscellaneous objects stuck in the sand, like a telephone booth, crutches, and an old vending machine. According to Cluckdaloth's map, Walmartopolis was near, but the burning hot sun and the frightening 7 foot tall dandelions made Blockton feel apprehensive rather than relieved.

"Alas, we have made it to Walmartopolis," rejoiced Cluckdaloth.
"So…this is where we find thew mime…great, just great," complained Ultimus.
Blockton began to speak. "This doesn't look good. This place is weird. But at least it will be easy to find the mime. I know there are a lot of mimes in Walmartopolis, but at least there isn't a big threat from the BMG."

The instant he finished his sentence, A rubber duck fighter loomed overhead.
"Oh god! Dis doesn't look good Bro!" said Codin.
"Yes" said Cluckdaloth. "The BMG must be close. Duck fighters don't stray too far from their base. "

Blockton leaned over and whispered to Codin. "Do you think the BMG took over Walmartopolis?"
"The word on the street is that they've been haven minor skirmishes. Nothing too rough. I don't know if they have taken over it already. It's probably a lost fighter.
"I hope so!"
"Same here,"

About a mile away, over the horizon, Walmartopolis came in sight. Only a few small structures could be seen. They were prefab cans, corrugated cylinder houses with colorful symbols like "Camble's soup" and "Chef Boyardee". These kind of buildings were usually set up in harsh environments where the sturdiness of a home was more important than its look. Prefab Cans can be set up quickly, and have very strong walls. To the right was a tall guard tower, around 3 stories tall and constructed of giant paper clips.
"HIDE!" snapped Ultimus. Everyone hit the deck.
"What is it?" asked Blockton.
"Look. See the guard tower."
"My god!," Cluckdaloth said in a state of shock. A Blue Man Patrollman! It's true! They have taken Walmartopolis!"
"Can we sneak past the guards?" Blockton wondered.
"We Don't even know if any mimes are still left. We should all just go home." Said Ultimus.
"Don't sweat man. If Tryde says he'll be there, he'll be there." said Codin without worry.
"What if he's not?"
"Listen, he will. Deal with it."

The group argued for horse about Blocktons destiny, mimes, and the way to get into Walmartopolis. Their quarrel was abrubtly ended by a strange, eerie voice.

"Walk east 100 feet. Go into the telephone both. Theres a secret hatch at the bottom. It leasds to an old sewer system. I'll be waiting there."
"Who are you? Who said that?" pondered Blockton.
"Did you hear that?" asked Ultimus
The voice started again. "I am the 5th member o your party than you seek. Follow me."
"Wait," declared Cluckdaloth, "It could be a trap. We need to be carefull."
"Lets just go. What could possibly go wrong?" said Codin, not thinking of the potential consequences.
"Great plan moron," mocked Ultimus. "You're a true leader," he whined cynically.
"Shut up Ultimus. Im trying to help by giving my opinion on this."
"My opinion is that you're an idiot!"
"Call me when you get a plan. I could use a laugh!"
"Call me when you get a life. Oh, I fogrot. You can't"
"Stupid Albuquerque!"

Blockton entered the argument. "Quiet, the both of you! We will do this my way. Were gonna march into the sewers. Cluckdaloth is in front, Ultimus is in back. Me and Codin will take the sides in the middle. This way if anything goes wrong, our two strongest fighters will be our first line of defense."
"Wise choice Blockton. Your leadership qualities have certainly grown in the past few weeks," praised Cluckdaloth.
"Then lets go," enthusiastically cheered Codin.
The telephone booth was not hard to find. It stuck out like a clown in an amish village. Yet the hatch was difficult to locate. But it opened, and lead the group to the sewers.
Everything was dark. The water was stagnant and silent. Moisture covered the wall in a thick film, like plastic wrap. Occasionally, Blockton could hear the squeaking of mice scurrying through the tunnels. Suddenly, the voice called once more.
"Go 30 paces. Turn right. Meet me b the firelight."

Blockton and the rest walked down the wet, slimy sewer to a campfire further down the tunnel. Out of the shadows appeared a tall Cow-man; An intelligent form of life that had the body of a cow, with human hands, clothing, and stood upright. He wore strange garments. He had a black and white striped shirt, black pants, and a crimson barrette. His face was painted white, with black highlight around his eyes.

"I am Heforious, master mime. You seek me to fufill the words of tryde" he said.
"But I-" Blockton began
"I know what you want to know. I am telepathic you know. A little advantage to being a mime. You wan't to know how I know of the spatula,and why I know I must join you. I know because I have studied the words of Tryde, and have searched the world for his lost papers. Tryde wrote the Book of tryde a long time ago. Before he died, he wote a series of other articles called 'The Journal of Tryde'. They revealed much more about the members of the fellowship, much more than the Book of tryde does. But they were lost, and I am the last one to read them for hundreds of years. It explains all of you, name by name.

Blockton, It spoke of you a lot. You are the destined one. You are friendly, and polite, but still a little confused about the world around you. You will become a great leader.

Codin, you are Blocktons charismatic companion. You are incredibly street smart, to the point where others can't believe the things you know. But you are also foolish at times, and quite hasty. This could get you into trouble.

Cluckdaloth, a former mousketeer from the old days. You have faced many enemies before, but you find yourself not as strong as you used to be. Your wise, and especially experienced in military tactics. Remember that your not as weak as you think.

Ultimus, depressed, cynical Ultimus. You could never match up to your brother. It has forced you to become shy, and anti-social. You must realize that your destiny is different than your brothers."

"Tryde was a true prophet. He wrote all of that about us?"
"Yes, and more.'
"What did it say about you?"
'I can't tell you. All you must know about me is I am Herforious. I am a mime, and can only communicate telepathically. I possess many mystical Mime skills, but I can only use them for good. I am here to assist you."
"Tell me about the spatula. And about the rest of my destiny."
"I can't tell you your destiny. As tryde said himself, there is no such thing, only paths which we can take. When the time comes, I will explain your duties as Spatula possessor. Your spatula, however I can inform you about. Right now, it is a normal spatula, but when you call upon its powers, it can turn into any weapon of your choice, and switch forms when ever you desire."

Cluckdaloth got up. "What happened to Walmartopolis?"
"We were attacked a few days ago, by a huge squadron on Blue men. The attack was issued by some man named T'fos. All the mimes ran for cover in these sewers. All but me were killed. I managed to escape."

Ultimus was making sure nobody attacked from the back while he was listening. His keen hearing picked up two voices.

"I thought no more mimes were inside?"
"Hey, the boss told us to go down here, and if T'fos says there are mimes, then there are mimes!"
"Wait, I see someone!"

Heforious was startled. "I sense someone's presence."
"Look down there!" warned Ultimus. "I see two Blue Men coming down the tunnels!"

Heforious instantly created an invisible, magical box around the party. "Run up that ladder. I think it leads to somewhere safe, but I'm not sure!" he said. But when they ran up, only more gaurds were waiting at the top. The party was held in the Walmartopolian prison.

Their prison cell was dark and dreary. The food was worse than a school cafeteria. The doors were big and heavy.

"Ultimus," said Blockton "can you break through the doors?"
"I'll try"

Ultimus got a firm grip on the bared door, and ripped it to shreds.

"That's one hell of a try!" said Blockton. "Everyone, follow me as quietly as possible. Were sneaking out."

Everyone carefully walked with Blockton down the hallway, trying not to wake any of the guards. Most of them were sleeping, or half-asleep. It was late at night. But one man wasn't awake. It was T'fos. He was hiding in a corner, waiting for Blockton and the others to escape.As Blockton began to trail behind the others, T'fos snatched him by the neck and gagged his mouth. Nobody seemed to notice. They walked down the hall, and evevtually, Blockton lost sight of them.

"Well, it turns out the BMG just want's you alive. But I don't think they'd like you sneaking out of your cell. So I'll kill you once and for all." said T'fos.

Blockton's Spatula began to glow. It was an energy Blockton had never felt before. It was the power of the spatula. On Blocktons will, it morphed into a sword fish, a dangerous melee weapon. He pushed T'fos away with the sword fish. T'Fos Flinched, and let go of Blockton.

T'fos fell to the floor, clutching his arm in pain. He took out his machine gun, and shot a whole clip of bullets.

"SPATULA, I SUMMON THE POWER OF THE SHEILD!"
The spatula changed again into a shield. The shield absorbed every bullet.

T'fos unsheathed his sword. It shined like the moon. He charged at Blockton.

Blockton felt a sudden burst of energy. He did a back flip, bounced off the wall, turned his spatula into a chainsaw in mid air, and impaled T'fos by the chest.
"I never knew I was a ninja!"
"AHHHHHHH! CURSE YOU BLOCKTON!"
T'fos was quite resilient. He got right back up, and shot another round of ammo, which again was dodged by Blockton. The fight went on like this. T'fos couldn't have a single shot hit Blockton, and Blockton kept changing his spatula into weapon after weapon. Miniutes later, T'fos was at Blockton's mercy.

"Your powers have grown strong. But so have mine. You think you may have defeated me, but your wrong. Ill leave for now, but Ill be back." T'fos started to glow. His whole body started to fade out. He left with out a trace.

"Oh God!" Blockton Thought. "I need to get back to my friends!"

Codin, Cluckdaloth, Heforious, and Ultimus met up with Blockton down the hallway. They had been looking for him for quite some time.

"Yo Blocky" Codin said, "Where have you been?"
"Had an encounter with T'fos. But my spatula came through. Herforious was right.Lisen, I have an Idea. Codin, I want you to round up all of the prisoners, and get them out of here. Herforious, can you sense where the control room is?"
"Yes, Blockton. It is…hmm…3 doors down."
"Perfect!"

Blockton burst into the Control room. All the guards were asleep. Blockton got behind the controlls.

"Attention all Blue Man Officers. Wake Up and report to the prison immediatley. Master T'fos wishes to see you" he said.

The 2 sleeping men woke up, but Blockton killed them. He then held up his Spatula.

"Spatula, transform into a time bomb!"

Then Blockton left town to find the others. A day later he returned to Walmartopolis to recover his spatula. The prisoners were safe, and the Blue Man group had been defeated. It appeared as though his journey was on a good start. But Blockton would still have to face many challenges til he could free New Poland.

Am I really building up for a sequal?
Yes.
Was the ending quick, and left all of those many unanswered questions to save time?
Yes.
Will Blockton ever save the world?
I dunno!