ELDT - The party

Electrive detective 1 - Chapter 3 - The party

 

 

A day later, the suspect was visiting a mysterious place at night. It was very dark and only a few lights illuminated the hallway.

"The plan failed. It took me a while to get him but then I heard the cops in the distance."

"It doesn't matter. Even if all of the attemps fail, I will still win." Said a mysterious figure.

 

The next day in the early evening, Elecman was preparing to go to the party. He was taking a shower since he had to look clean and fancy. Luckily, all robots were waterproof; unless they swallowed water. He was using special cleaning substances for his robotic skin, brushing his chest, back, shoulders and face with an electric brush.

He turned off the warm water and moved the curtains, surprised to see Crashman's face covered on bubble foam showing a big silly smile.

"Fear me!" He said, raising his arms upwards.

"You're gonna go like that?" He asked, grabbing a towl while walking towards the mirror.

"No. But after I wash off this foam, my non-existent skin will shine like it never did before." He said proudly.

"that's great. Don't forget to smear some special robot skin creme to get all the attention." He teased.

"I won't. By the way, you have any idea what his house might look like?"

"Like a mansion. There's no doubt he'll have all the clichés like most rich people. A huge garden deticated to his greatness and lots of butlers to serve his spoiled butt." He explained while drying himself.

"Gee wiz, you're such a good detective you even know how the place is gonna look like before even getting there." He complimented.

"It's all a metter of life experience my friend." Elec grabbed a washcloth and began whiping  the foam off of Crashman's face.

"Observing the world around you, knowing how things work and remember a lot of life clichés."

"But you never know what life may bring you."

"that's why you have to be sharp and watch out for as long as you live. Even when you're wearing a fancy tuxedo suit." He replied, grabbing the suit which was hanging on a chair next to him.

"Are you almost ready?"

"Almost. I still have to clean my mouth so I won't stink while I talk." He replied. Crash leaned forward, trying to grab a straw with his mouth which was in an E-tank, containing water with a substance to clean his mouth. Even after a few seconds, the he continuously failed to grab the straw; Elec helped him and soon they were ready to go.

 

-

 

A half an hour later, they arrived at the party with a taxi. There were fancy cars all over the place; along with people dressed in expensive clothing. Crashman looked around, amazed by the size of the house; it had s stairway with lights, two security guards were at the front door and the windows were huge.

"Wow. Guess you were right about the mansion thing." He said, glancing at the beautifull house.

"Told you. But you must promise me not to destroy anything."

"Why would you say that?"

"Remember last time when you saw a fly and attempted to kill it by waving your non-hands?"

"Oooooh yeah. But I'll stay close to you so I won't wonder off and continuously destroy anything."

"Promise?"

"Relax my friend. I won't ruin it this time."

"Good."

"hey Elecman!" They heard nearby. It was Michel, one of the human detectives who came with a few of his friends.

"Eeeeey Michel!" Crash greeded.

"Where's your girfriend?" He asked.

"She couldn't come. Had some stomach pains."

" Oh, that's too bad. I can already see her eating the whole table~"

"Veeeery funny. She's just starting on her diet so her body needs to get used to it." he said, walking up the stairway.

"Tell her I said hello when you get home." Elec said. Meanwhile, they were unaware Alisa was getting out of the car walking towards the stairway.

"Hey guys." She greeted.

"Haaaaaaaai Alisaaaaa~" The orange robot teased.

"Ready to stand and watch out of anyone to ruin this evening?"

"All set ma'am!" He replied, showing a salute gesture.

"By the way, nice dress."

"Thank you. It's a halterneck dress. Though it was specially designed to fit me since my armor made it a bit difficult to wear normal clothing." She explained, walking up the stairway.

"Did your creators made it for you?"

"They asked a clothing designer to do it. So what do you think Elec?" The detective began to look just a little bit nervous while looking at her from head to toe. The crimson red dress along with the black belt around her belly matched very well with her complection.

"I uhh...um...what he said you look...you look beautifull." He said. She smiled in return.

"Thank you. You're coming?"

"We'll be right there."

"Alright. See you there." As she walked up a few more stairs and showed her identity pass to the security, Elec watched her with an innocent smile. Crash noticed and pouted.

"Eleeeeec." He said, snapping him out of his trance.

"What?"

"You're staring at her. And that's ruuuude."

"No, I was just watching her step."

"Ofcourse you did. You were just watching her beautifull bottom~"

"ofcourse I did. Let's go." He said, dragging his friend by his arm.

 

When they entered the building, it actually took a minute for them to arrive in the living room which was crouded with people. Long tables with the best served food were almost everywhere, even an ice sculpture of the lucky guy who owned this place. Never before have the two robots seen so many fancy people in one place. They looked around trying to find their boss while being amazed by all the expensive stuff that surrounded them. Even little mettools which was why he was so successful roamed around bringing snacks to people and showing what they were capable off.

"Looks like even they are considered fancy." Said Crashman, refering towards the little robots.

"Some people think they're cute. You can get almost anything by being that."

"There they are. Elecman! Crash! Over here!"

They heard Gerald calling them and looked to their left, seeing him with a guy in a suit that wasn't looking very happy.

"Glad you made it boys. this is Armando, the guy I told you about."

"Nice to meet you sir."

"My pleasure as well." He replied.

 "And my name is Crashman! Though I don't have hands we can still shake it right?"

"I'm sorry. I do not shake it with destructive material." He said.

 Elec quickly noticed a character cliché that can be described as: Spoiled and ungreatfull. Thinking you're better than anything else. But he had to respect it since this guy has a lot of money and therefore a lot of power.

"But I cleaned it." he stated, retreating his drill.

"So you must be the one who got classified as the best detective." he asked.

"yes sir. I  solved five cases the other day. Impressive right?"

"Almost impressive. Seeing how you managed to miss a robotic suspect and is probably on the loose killing innocent people."

"Yeah, I mean- yes you're right, but it won't be long until he's been brought to justice."

"Let's not hope one of my mettools doesn't find him first. He could also be destroying technology."

"Actually, that would be a good idea for mettools to keep and eye on-" Crash suggested, but was stopped when Armando stared at him.

"They are not made to be spies. They are made to hlep and serve humanity."

"Arn't all robots ment to-" Elec quickly stepped on his foot to shut him up before Crash could make it worse.

"You're absolutely right sir. And as we promised, us robots will keep an eye so no one will ruin your big day."

"Evening." he replied.

"Right. Uh, good evening sir." The two walked away and entered the croud.

"Can you believe this guy?" His friend whispered.

"I just saw it. No surprise here."

"I am! We came all the way here wearing expensive clothing just to protect his spoiled butt?"

"You know how this argument is going to end so I'm not even going to take part in this."

 

Suddenly, they spotted their friends Top, Heat and Ringman standing near a wall talking to each other.

"Hello gentlemen."

"Elecman, still made it without a car?" Said Toman.

"Taxi brought us. We have plenty of money to get a new vehicle but not the time yet to buy one."

"I'm atleast glad to know you're resourcefull. I just discovered that Armando has four cars to drive in." Said Ringman.

"You're kidding me."

"I wish. Not to mention he has a friend who works for a car company so he can pick one anytime he wants."

"I do hope he isn't giving us gasoline for drinks." Heat stated.

"You think that?"

"I have my doubts now after the second sip. It just has a weird flavor to it and it's kinda sticky."

"How do you know for sure?"

"Because this little lighter-based robot who is also a detective must know the difference between two different kinds of oils before he creates a fire storm. So this will be a good time to follow my advice. Like you guys almost never do." He said, staring a bit angry at the others who were holding E-tanks and simultaniously put it on the table.

"Good thing I don't have a esophagus in my system." Elec said.

"And I assume he thought that a turntable was too cheap to play music so he hired a bunch a performers."

The team then looked at the musicians who were playing soothing jazz music. A pianist, bass player, drum with brushes, Cornet, saxephone, electric guitar and trombone.

"Atleast they get payed. Like...alot. And it's nice to see people playing an instrument."

"He should've payed you to play the guitar. Then this party would've been interesting." Said Crash.

"Not even a million dollars will get me up there."

"What? Are you serious? Imagine the things you could buy with that amount of money! We could be able to buy our house instead of paying for housing allowence!"

"That will never happen since this detective is going to do his job. Let's go guys." He said, walking towards a butler standing near the stairs leading to the next floor.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Making sure this party stays safe by asking a tour inside the house."

The butler noticed the group of robots appraoching him and made eye contact.

"Can I help you?"

"We're the robotic detectives working for mister Gerald who invited us here. We need to know our surroundings to make sure no one can ruin this evening. Would you mind to give us a tour?"

"Ofcourse. Right this way." He replied. The group followed him upstairs; Alisa was close enough to hear the conversation and glanced while they were going upstairs.

"This house was origonally an old hotel but was renewed when mister Armando decided to make it his home. Many rooms have been changed to either relax, enjoy a game or invite any visitors who sleep over." The butler explained.

While he was showing what kind of material Armando collected as a hobby, Elecman spotted his office on the right. A big table near the wall and plenty of big drawers. Why would he need so many? It's not like he's doing anything else, he thought.

"Distract them."he whispered to Crashman.

"What?"

"Just do it."

A moment later, he did what he was told.

"Hey, is that a small statue of a mettool on this shelf?" He said, grabbing it with his metal grabber.

"Oh, sir I suggest you put that back emmedita-"

"And what's this? Why does he need a sculpture of a human head?"

"It's a greek based sculpture, he loves that kind of artwork. But you must-"

 "A piano? In the hallway? Man, this guy knows how to make things fun!" He said, giving the small collection item to Topman while putting his non-hands on the paino keys; playing like a little kid with no knowlage of playing music.

While that was going on, Elec quicky sneaked into the office where he investigated for anything suspicious. An important document, secret door behind the wall, any kind of cliché he can think of. He then looked into the huge drawer, filled with paychecks of his butlers, insurance for some of his cars that got wrecked in the past and then he spotted a document with the name: Robot instruction manual.

This didn't seem to be suspicious at first because he was the creator of the mettools. But then he realized it didn't say: Mettool profile, but instead: Robot construction. It could be hinted to any kind of machine and not his own creation. But before he could look into it...

"It's not really fair to leave me out of this you know." He heard a voice interupting. But thankfully, it was Alisa who leaned agains the door entrance, looking at him with a smile.

"Out of what?"

"Two heads are better than one. We both could find more evidence if you'd ask me to come with you."

"Oh, yeah that. I just didn't think of you when we asked to get a tour."
"It's alright. So what did you find?"

Before he could anwser, they heard that Crashman's distracting act was reaching its end. Elecman quickly put the document back in the drawer and walked out of the room with Alisa.

"I'll tell you later." He whispered.

"Would you PLEASE put down the statue!?" Said the butler. Crashman spotted his friend and gave it back.

"Ok. I'm done looking at it anyway. So what's next?"

"I'll show you the next hall. If you can contain your excitement." He replied.

But as they walked further, a lone man was watching them while drinking his red wine. No one looked his way, but he had his eyes locked on Crashman.

 

-

 

After the tour the group had returned towards the heart of the party.

"Well, I'm bored. Shall we go home?" Said the orange robot.

"You can hold on a little longer."

"You think so? Cause I'm feeling the urge to blow things up."

"And I have an urge to know what's going on."

"A party."

"And another investigation."

"What?"

"Something about this place gives me the wrong idea. Not to mention the sticky oil Heatman showed us. I'm starting to think that there's a more sinister reason behind his behaviour."

"Are you thinking that or just overthinking that?"

"We'll find out soon enough. ...Wait a minute, where is Quickman?"

"Here I am!" He said, surprising both of them, putting his hands on their shoulders.

"Oh there you are. Where were you?" Crash asked.

"yes. You've come quite late mister Quick." Elec asked. Not very happy with his arrival.

"You shouldn't worry about it. It's just that I needed some extra time to bring all my friends." He stated, pointing towards people coming in, all excited to be in such a big house.

"Oh so you brought your own fanclub?" Said Elecman.

"Sort of. Why wouldn't they be happy with someone like me who saves lives and is allowed to invite them to such an awesome party."

"They must be so blessed."

"You think?" Said Crashman.

"Ofcourse! Now go and help them with whatever they might need."

"Ofcourse." Elec growled.

A little later when Most of the poeple were enjoying their meal and drinks, the two robots were being generous and giving them what they wanted.

"How's it going boys?" Quickman asked, kinda smug about the situation.

"Amazing. Now leave."

"But I just got here."

"Indeed you have. But what took you so long?" Gerald interupted approaching him along with Armando. Elec showed a slight smile, hoping his boss would say something about his late arrival.

"We both know that I'm very punctual and what this man expected from a robot like you."

"I know Gerald. But I had some delays since my friends wanted to come too. I was quick enough to make sure they'd be brought here with the best taxi drivers and show up in fancy clothing in order to show respect and style for this successful man."

Armando smiled, taking this as a compliment; But in return, Elecs' smile faded.

"Is that true?" He asked.

"Yes. And if it's ok, I payed half of the price for their suits and dresses. But since I'm a generous man I'll take care of the guests and the safety. Since I can handle things quick-ly the only thing you should be worried about, is nothing."

The detective began to slowly show an angry; He hated the fact that the red robot was showing off like he always does.

"Very nice. I'm impressed by your standards. Looks like someone could learn  a few things from you."

That, was an insult to Elec. He wanted to smack both of them ten times with electricity, but he knew he couldn't. Though he seemed calm, the rage within burned hot.

"Thank you sir. You are amazing and let no one tell you otherwise!"

"Hey Quickman!" A woman greeted.

"hey, Tina! Looking good as usual.~"

"So how have you been? How's work?"

"Nothing special happening, except me. But I've been doing great."

While the two were talking, Elec and Crashman listened, minding their own buisiness. Only a long table with tons of delicious food was between them.

"Really? What happened recently?"

"As I was about to solve another case, someone yelled that his car got stolen, so I ran after it. All on my own."

"Your own?"

"Yes. The others couldn't keep up and speed isn't everything when you're very good at parkour. I jumped over bridges, used shortcuts and even ran over the roofs just to catch him. It took a while but I eventually got him."

The detective knew all too well that he was showing off with HIS story. Making himself look good with a lie. While the cocky robot was talking he poured some fruit punch in a glass to give to her.

"Eventually, I jumped ontop of the car and stabbed my two boomerangs into the window. I held on for dear life while he spinned out of controll. Not knowing where he was gonna crash; But oh boy, it was heavy. It was loopy!" At the end of his sentence, he made an arm gesture which spilled the punch over Elecman just a few feet away. There was an akward pause.

"Oh...sorry. The vehicle came to a stop and demanded the suspect to get out." He continued his monologue, pouring some fruit punch again and gave it to her. Crashman quickly grabbed a tissue on the table rubbing it against his friends' chest to dry his suit. Elecman stared ahead in anger, grabbing the issue with a tight grip, not looking anywhere but at the red robot.

"But as I was about to arrest him, it turned out that the criminal was a robot!'

"Get out of town."

"He's gonna be when I'm through with him." Elec growled softly.

"Just ignore it Elec." Crash whispered.

"Soon a fast battle followed. the guy had razor sharp weapons, trying to slice me open like I was raw meat. I dodged every attack, but he was also strong. Every punch, every kick hurts a lot. But that didn't stop me."

"What happened? Did you win?"

"Not exactly. But I had him all beat up before one of the other detectives disabled me from arresting his sorry butt. He didn't exactly shoot his electricity right."

Then, he knew that he was going to give him a bad name. His eyes almost started to glow of rage.

"It disabled me for a second allowing the criminal to use a smoke bomb and get away."

"that's awful!"

"I know I myself am looking for him. People are in reall danger right now. And when I catch that evil machine, boomrangs will start flyin'."

From that point, the tissue Elecman was holding in his left hand, catched fire. He focused all of his energy and rage to his left hand. The voltage created heat on his robot skin.

Crash began to panic a little bit but didn't want to alarm anyone. He tried to hide his panic while trying to snap his friend out of his rage.

"Elec....psst! Elec! The tissue! It's on fire!"

But he didn't respond. His eyes were locked on the jerk which was still showing off; The two didn't even notice the flames coming from the tissue. Crashman grabbed a bigger tissue from the table and put it over the flame to stop it. But then it catched fire too. From this point his panic started to show more.

Worried, he looked around him and grabbed a bowl of cold water, quickly throwing of it over his friend and the other half over himself.

Elec didn't seem to jump up from the cold water; His eyes widened in surprise, blinking while still holding the tissue. Some people including Quick and Tina looked in confusion at the scene.

"Heh, heheh...oops heh. Sorry!"Said Crashman, a bit embarrassed while he puts back the bowl of water.

"yeah, that's what happens when you ask me to bring water for the new guests! Because non-hands, heh. Come on Elec, let's go to the restroom to dry our suits and get back when we're dry. It's just water."

Alisa was watching as Crashman lead his friend to the restroom, pushing his back a bit to get away from Quickman. She noticed the tone on his voice which sounded more like an act then the truth.

A few minutes later, the detective was still busy trying to get the fruit punch out of his suit.

"I payed...250 dollars for this suit...and that airheaded idiot just decided to throw some fruit punch on it!?"

"Well, be glad it didn't contain red whine." Said Crashman. Elec squeezed the water from the towel.

"If that happened, you don't wanna know what I'd do."

"Maybe I don't. By the way, did you find anything while I distracted the group upstairs?"

"I found a-" But then Michel entered, wondering why Elecman was soaked in water and fruit punch.

"Is everything alright here?"He asked.

"Does it look right to you?" He replied, still mad about the so called accident. Putting the towel in the little pool of water, rubbing it against his chest.

"Quickman poured some fruit punch on him."

"Really? Did he trip or-"

"Well ofcourse he did. He is a very smart robot who has the nerve to make me look bad infront of all his friends."

"I'm sure it was just an accident. He may seem a little annoying but he means well."

"You don't say?"

"I'd love to stay here and chat, but I gotta go." He said, going to the toilet.

 

After he managed to get some fruit punch out of his suit, he decided to stay away from mister quick-on-a-stick. Standing next to the window with his arms crossed watching everybody having fun.

"Wanna go home now?" Crash asked.

"If Gerald allows me."

"He would if I could convince him." Said Alisa, appraoching the two.

"Seeing how it's very important to keep you happy, I'd say you wouldn't miss anything after leaving this party."

"Agreed. He was almost on fire."

"Fire?"

"I'm not even gonna bother. I'll just stand and watch."

"While you're doing that, could you tell me what you found back there?" She asked. With Crashman looking curious at his friend.

"Yeah, tell us. You couldn't tell me earlier since there were a lot of people coming in and out of the restroom."

"I found a document saying: Robot instruction manual." The two paused for a moment.

"Soooooo?" Crash said.

"Why didn't it say: Mettool profile?" Alisa asked.

"Exactly." Elec replied. It took a few seconds for Crashman to realize it and let out a slow gasp. His friend put his hand on his mouth so no one would hear him.

"What do you think this means?"

"I'll find out soon enough." then, he suddenly spotted something outside. Something very samiliar. He hesitated for a moment and looked around to make his move.

"Alisa, keep an eye on Armando. Crashman, you stay here no matter what. I'll be right back." He said, they both nodded yes and their friend left. He appraoched Topman.

"Topman."

"Hm? Elec?"

"Distract the croud, I need to do something without anyone knowing I'm gone."

"Alright, I'll do that." The detective left and Topman began to think on how to get the crouds' attention. He looked around and spotted the band playing music.

"Alright stop, stop  stop playing please! Listen up people! may I have your attention please! I have something important to show! Ok, so I look around and see these guys playing wonderfull music and so I thought, let's turn up the volume a bit. You guys know rocket 88?" He asked the band.

They nodded yes. The plan seemed to work since people were looking at Topman.

"Alright, I'm gonna perform for mister Armando since he's such a great guy, I'll be dancing and singing rocket 88 for ya. Hit it boys!"

The band began playing and the robot began dancing.

You may have heard of jalopies,
You heard the noise they make,
Let me introduce you to my Rocket '88.
Yes it's great, just won't wait,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

He did not only sang the song very well, but his dance moves were amazing. Outside of the detective agentcy, he was a legendary dancer. He recieved applause while Armando watched. He wasn't exactly acstatic, but he enjoyed it.

"You don't mind?" Alisa asked.

"Not really. I am not really a fan of the fast paced songs, but atleast he's honoring me with his goofy dance."

V-8 motor and this modern design,
My convertible top and the gals don't mind
Sportin' with me, ridin' all around town for joy.
Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn!

While Crashman was trying to get through the croud, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me." He turned around and saw a man in a darkblue suit, mustache and black hair.

"Can I help you?" Crash asked.

"Yes you can. Can we discuss it somewhere else?"

"Uh, I don't know. My friend told me to stay here no matter-"

"It won't be long I promise. It's also very important."

"Will it be really short?"

"Short enough for you to get back here before your friend starts to worry."

 

Meanwhile, Elecman was going to look for the back door. He walked quite a bit before he reached the end, but it was no back door. He continued and found one, but it was locked. He knew that mister Armando didn't want any criminals coming in. He sighed and looked around before grabbing a paperclip from his pocket.

"Thank god for a simple piece of metal capable of opening doors." He whispered and managed to open it.

Crashman was lead towards another private room where he gave him an E-tank.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Paul and I'm quite a big fan of robots who are destructive."

"Oh. ...Wait, was that a compliment?"

"Yes. I loved how you managed to blow up the entire hide out of those criminals a year ago. The way you do it has a certain style that I love."

"So I have a fan?" He asked happily.

"Yes. And this fan likes to ask a few questions. Have an E-tank."

Crash hesitated a bit while looking at his drink.

"Um, not to be rude but I heard from one of my friends that it was kinda sticky."

"That's because Armando doesn't give enough care for his robot visitors. I assure you that this fan gave you the right oil."

"Alright. But I'm gonna need a-" Before he could finish, Paul put a straw in the oil.

"thanks." He replied and began to take a swig. "Hmmm! This is really tasty!"

"You think so? Do robots have tastebuds?"

"You bet they do! Man this oil is delicious!"

"Glad you're enjoying it. So, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Go ahead."

 

-

 

Meanwhile, the detective was looking for the familiar figure he spotted a minute ago. Walking through the garden around the house which was huge as well. Looking around he only heard his own footsteps and the soft wind blowing through the trees. This garden seemed to be made by a perfectionist. Not a single leaf ruined the pathway, the grass was short, bushes were in different shapes, even a statue which represented Armando himself in a very narcissistic and conceited way. He stared at it for a while.

"All this nonsense for inventing a little mettool?"

"Same thing will happen if you invetented the underwear." He heard from behind. Sharp knife noises broke the silence while Elec approached the source of the sound. It was the robotic suspect; Wearing the same outfit he did before, sharpening his scisorss while sitting on a banch with a fountain infront of him.

"It's you."

"You got that right mister detective. And I told you this wasn't over yet." He replied, standing up, preparing his weapons.

"It is now. I don't know what Armando is up to, but I bet you're part of his plan."

"Try stopping me before I get the chance to stop you!" He replied, launching at him.

Elec quicky dodged his attack and the two engadget in a battle; the detective didn't want to destroy his opponent, but it was quite hard just to hit him. He however, was determent to cut him open and rip out his wires.

Eventually, he managed to grab his arm and throw him a few feet away, preparing an Thunderbeam attack while he ran towards him. But just before he was a meter away, a fist out of nowhere hit him from the left; Throwing him on the ground looking up to see another robot.

His body was a bit large, like a fat man, only this time, the fat was replaced with wood. Not two seconds later, he grabbed Elec's throat and held him up, but he counter attack by kicking his face, breaking free from his grip.

The two robots took a fighting stance towards their enemy.

"Who's your friend? A talking tree?" He teased while electricity danced around his hands.

"The name's Woodman. And this talking tree is going to show you some pain!" He anwsered.

Elecman launched at him, but blocked his attack. After a few punches, he shot his lightning on him and backed away. A flame ignited on his chest, but his friend put out the fire with a cloth. Woodman didn't seem to be suffering from an electric shock.

"What the..."

"Wood doesn't conduct electricity. A guy like you should know that!" He said and continued their attack. it was two against one and the battle was fierce. But while he was bussy, Crashman was almost done with his E-tank and looked a little...sloppy.

"So what happened when you discovered that bomb?"

"My friend, it was SHOCKING! Everybody was running around like a bunch of children like there was another world war, but I stayed calm as ice. I even felt cold so I just stayed there....* gasp * and just laughed my head off since it only took 2 seconds to make it explode!"

"Wouldn't have anyone died if that happened?"

"Why? I'm still here! Aaahahahaha! * gaaaaaasp * can I have another drink?" He asked. Paul knew that his plan was working when he gave the robot what he wanted. preventing him from helping his friend in battle.

Suddenly, Woodman had giant leafs spinning around him. They aimed for Elec who quickly hid behind a shed. The leafs were strong and razor sharp so He grabbed one of them, using it as a knife like weapon against Woodman and it worked. Since they were very sharp, he managed to give him some scars in the wood and stab the leaf in his chest.

Soon his other friend tackled him and another quick battle followed while Woodman was trying to recover. When he saw one of his scissors aiming for him, he kicked his belly and the two got pushed away from each other. On the ground, Elec stood up and noticed a big rip near his right side.

"Do you have any idea how much I payed for this suit!?"

Cutman quickly recovered, but both scissors were shot out of his hands by lightning then he kicked him towards Woodman, both falling on the ground. The detective approached both of them with electricity around his hand.

"Who do you think you are anyway?"

Then, Wood grabbed the hands of his friend and turned, gaining speed in order to kick Elec back. He fell near to the wall, trying to get back up.

"The name's Cutman." He said. And removed his hat, revealing an even bigger scissor attatched to his head. Throwing it towards him. Elec quickly stood up and leaned against the wall with his back as his neck got trapped between the two blades. Letting out a heavy sigh since the weapon was too close for comfort.

"And I always have a back up plan!" He continued. Woodman prepared his spinning leafs again.

"Now I know why that stupid hat never fell off." Elec said, grabbing the scissor and running towards the two. Woodman fired, but Elec cut the leafs and threw it towarsd his chest. Then aimed fro Cutman. Not knowing that his best friend has gone punch drunk.

"And theeeeeeennnn I got so mad that Crashbomberuses started to fly everywhereeewww."

"Must have been some battle."

"I know! Gghhhaaahaaaa! * gasp * But you gotta say that I still have...the BOOM effect! Bada-boom-boom-bo-bub boo, poooo...."

"I'm sure you have. What happened at the end?"

"* gaaasp * You would NEVURRR guess what I did mah friend...* burp *nevurrr...hurrr...but I'm gonna tell it anyway soooo * snort * ...I got mad. And then I threw all of my explosives! All of them! Everywhere! I couldn't count them. They were everywhere! Then explosions followed! Light blinded my eyes! And then * gaaaaaaaasp * ...Everyone died. The end. ...Can I have one more drink?"

Then, he suddenly got a call from the phone. It was very short. "What? ...Alright. I will." He hung up and he didn't show his happy face anymore.

 "I think you've had enough." He replied.

"Say wha?" he asked, burping afterwards.

Meanwhile, Topman was still performing for the croud. Now he was singing Goodnight Irene. Singing along with him was Heatman; both were waving there hands in the air, moving along with the pace of the song.

Alisa noticed that Crashman wasn't here and began to worry. Elec wasn't back either.

"Alisa, have you seen Elec anywhere?" Gerald asked.

"No sir. He said he'd be back soon but-"

"I hope that robot isn't doing anything to my mansion!" Armando said.

"He would never do something sinister."

"If so then where is his friend with the non-hands? He could easily destroy one precious thing without even thinking it."

"I understand your concern but Crashman is probably with him so he can't do anything-" But then, their conversation was cut short when they both saw a bright flash outside the window. Some people noticed too and the band stopped playing. A loud noise could be heard too; As if somebody fired his gun.

"What was that?"

"it came from outside."

Armando gasped and began to run; knowing his precious garden might be on fire or destroyed.

"my garden!" He yelled. Gerald and Alisa followed.

The people started to worry.

"Uh, no panic everyone! Missus Alisa is with them so nothing can go wrong whatever is going on. I assure you that as long as you're with us, nothing bad will happen. So, are you familiar with Money honey?"

The band nodded yes.

"Alrighty! ! and-a-two!"

You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,

Money, honey.

 

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During their next song, Elec was winning the battle. Even managing to take off the leather jacket off of Cutman and cutting the rubber around his chest. Woodman grabbed his neck, trying to strangle him. Elec created a electricity flash which blinded the two for a moment. he grabbed his hand and threw him into the fountain.

"Wood CAN conduct electricity when it's wet!" He stated, putting 400 volts into the water, shocking his opponent but not knocking him out. Cutman was behind him and wanted to deliver a fatal blow. But without even looking, Elec defeated him by not even doing anything. Cutman just fell down as if he got shocked.

"And you should also know that I can create an electric field on the ground. So don't get anywhere near me when I'm about to say: ...BUSTED." He picked up his opponent who has been weakened from the electric field.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I'm convinced mister Armando is-"

"MY GARDEN!" he heard suddenly. His cocky attitude quickly faded, shocked to see his boss and the one who might be behind this assault.

"What happened to my precious garden!?"

For a few seconds, there was silence.

"Uhh..."

"Anwser me!!!"

"He attacked us sir!" Said Cutman.

"What!?" Elec said.

"Elecman, what happened?"

"They attacked me!"

"Not true! You started to act like a maniac so we tried to stop you! With not much luck..." it seemed the two started to play the innocent guys to cover it up. Unfortunately, Armando believed it.

"What were you thinking!?"

"Sir, they are-"

"My garden keeper robots! Woodman makes sure all of my plants are healthy while Cutman makes sure everything stays perfect! Do you have anything against me for doing this!?"

"What do you have against me!?

"Oh, so you confess!"

"No! I couldn't care less for this stupid garden. All I have a problem with is your attitude! You're definately up to something."

"Like what!? Keeping insane freaks like you out of my party!? You completaly ruined my day!"

"evening."

"Shut your mouth! I knew there was something up with YOU. I bet even your best friend is just as reckless!"

"My friend isn't reckless!"

"Ooooobjectionnnn!" A voice interupted. They looked to their right and spotted a drunk Crashman. he had trouble walking while waving his non-hands in many directions.

"I'd like to give my word to  * burp * misteres electrive decetave..."

Elec couldn't believe his eyes; Why was his friend acting so weird?"

"Crashman?"

"I'mmmmmm crashin' this party allllright~" He said and accidentally smashed the statue of Armando to the ground. He reacted like a conceited prince to this. Almost showing tears while he made a mess of his hair to get his frustration out.

"I didn't come here to to cry my hearts out cause I've been toooo happy maaan." he then lost his balance and fell on the ground. Elec helped him up while Gerald and Alisa watched in pure confusion.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked.

"I'mmm not...killing anyonnne...are you kiddin'?"

"You're gonna have to pay all the damage!" He said.

"What!?"

"Let's start calculating." he then walked around, not very happy to see amny of his plants being cut and burned. Plus the broken statue.

"I'm telling you that they were the ones who attacked me!" He stated.

"Keep trying chump! He's not gonna change his mind." Cutman replied.

"Alright. That will be one million dollars."

"Oh no..." He said, with Crashman burping afterwards.

"have any comments, mister detective?"

"I...I don't have that amount of money!"

"Then you will go to jail!"

"No wait! I-"

"He won't." Alisa interupted.

"I will pay one third, along with Gerald." Gerald sighed in annoynce.

"I don't care. As long as you pay the damage!" He said and stormed off.

Elec helped his friend stand up and sighed.

"Guess I'm not allowed to show my face around here again."

"But I'm seeeeing your faccesss..." Said Crash.

"I think it's better for you to go home. Tomorrow, I want to know EVERYTHING that happened."

"I'll bring you home." Said Alisa.

"No, I'll order a taxi for them. You stay here until the party is over." he commanded.

"But sir-"

"No arguements!" She gave a sad glance towards the two but said nothing and followed her boss. Was this a very big mistake? Or did the detective find something that may be true?"