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I come on the net.

Infecting systems, people, and cities through this place.

Megaframe. My domain.

My format?

Virus. To corrupt and conquer.

Ready? Ready!

The

shields

are failing.

I'm on it.

Sir, what's left of the CPU attack force is requesting landing clearance.

There's only nine ships.

The rest didn't make it.

Nine?

That's all?

Contact them. I want them to approach from vector niner seven zero one. In

single file formation.

Tell them no matter what happens, do not break rank.

But Fong, in single file, they'll be sitting ducks.

You'd better do as she says. I think she has a plan.

This precious city is almost a memory, but there is still a way to save

yourselves.

Surrender the principal office to me and take your place at my feet.

We'll never surrender to you, Mega Breath!

Never is a long time, boy.

You are rats caught in my trap.

I await your unconditional surrender.

He always won the charmer. Yeah!

Field back to full power.

Catch me through to the CPU.

Let's get our people back inside.

Well, you heard the little lady.

Single file.

Proceed heading 1138.

Stay frosty.

Well, Dot, you were right. They've split into two ranks.

And so...

How did your sister know they were going to do that?

Rule one, know more about your enemy than they know about themselves.

Here they come.

Classic ABC crossfire for me.

They're targeting.

Let's make it fast.

Shields down.

Pick your target.

Sorry, Dot. The shields are no longer functioning.

Power down, Hexadecimal. They are defenseless. The city is ours.

Oh, but dear brother, the principal office is... Screaming out to be

If you destroy the core, you will bring about the destruction of the entire

system and us along with it. Oh, dear.

Never mind. It will be glorious.

We're still processing.

Apparently, we have been saved.

I managed to hack in and divert core energy to form a temporary wall.

I don't know how long it'll hold.

Now's the time Bob would say, this is not good.

You've got to face the facts, sugar. Bob's not here. We're down a guardian

on our own. But we do have a guardian.

Uh -uh, Enzo. Delete that thought.

Dot, Bob made me a guardian to mend and defend.

That's my job now.

The young one wears the guardian protocol.

He is compelled to answer its call.

You treat me like I'm basic. Bob knew I could do it. Bob! I don't want to hear

about Bob.

He's gone and I... I'm sorry, sis.

One more hit and she'll be through.

Looks like we're going to have to take the battle to them.

Now!

You got a better idea?

No.

I'm coming with you.

You, stay on the shield.

Patience, child. Your time will come.

Thanks, Fong. But she's right. I'm not a real guardian like Bob.

What good am I in a fight?

Fong! Hexadecimal is ready to fire again.

Get ready. Are the shields in position?

I'm not sure.

What? Well, it's Mouse's code. Her algorithms are way beyond anything I've

Excuse me.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Now for mainframe's final curtain call.

You will not destroy my city!

Go away!

It's my turn to play.

Going our way? Which is any way you're going.

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

Have it your way.

Say hello to my little friend.

Now that's what I call a bug zapper.

I can't believe it. We've been saved by a GameCube.

He can't help himself.

Well, that's just fine and dandy that Andrea's a game sprite.

Win or lose, win the game goes.

Andrea goes with it.

Whoa!

That's as far as you go, sugar.

This is pleasant.

Dot, where's Andrea?

Now's not the time.

Come on, let's reboot, finish the game, and get out of here.

No! Wait!

Let's see what we're up against first.

Glitch, game set.

Before sunrise!

Oh, sorry, Ms. Matrix. I was just getting into character.

Listen up, guys. We're on the final level of a game called Malicious

The user has to find missing pages from the Manual of Mortality.

Where is this Manual of Mortality?

In a cabin up ahead.

Where's the user?

One level below us. What's that noise?

What noise?

Hey, we ask the questions around here.

Put her in the back of the van.

How long will it take Anzo to win the game?

Uh... I don't rightly know, honey. All games are different.

All we can do is wait, but not here. Let's go.

You too, boy.

Reboot!

I'm a zombie!

What good is a... And what am I supposed to be?

Come on, let's get out of here.

We're not doing any good pinned down here.

How much ammo has the user got left?

Lots. And he can pick up more on his way to the cabin.

You guys run ahead. Find the user's ammo and hide it.

You're kidding, right?

We're not listening to you. You're a kid.

Yes. You're hardly a guardian.

Well, you're certainly not, Bob. Bob was big. Bob was strong.

Bob was, well...

Uh, guys?

What's going on?

Hey, it's the first wave of the game sprite.

All right, that'll give them something to shoot at.

You, get down before you're shot.

Now, go and find the ammo.

Just do it. This is important.

Why didn't you say so?

I mean, you didn't have to shout.

Bob would have known better. He never shouted. He was nuts.

Oh, Brisket, this is no time to be a dog.

Okay, Guardian, what do we do now?

Mm -hmm, and he's only a little sprite.

He's not really a Guardian, don't you know? I mean, he's not even blue, you

know. Green's no color for a defender of the system.

This gives me an idea.

Propaganda.

Used correctly, it can be as devastating as any weapon in my arsenal.

Cyrus, I have a job for you.

You're just standing there shooting at things.

I know. And in the next level, sprites are zombies. They've got flesh on their

bones.

I don't even want to think about that. I mean, what kind of sick creature gets

enjoyment out of playing this sort of game?

Find the ammo. Find the ammo.

If Bob was here, we wouldn't have to find the ammo.

Hey, here's some.

Game Sprite.

I hate Game Sprite.

Oh, great.

You brought friends.

The best.

Oh!

He's got the last page. Now all he needs is the book. What are we going to do?

The cabin.

It's our only hope.

You guys have done your work. Get out of here. Hide.

You don't have to tell us twice.

Listen, we can only save Frisket by winning the game. The help he needs is

mainframe. What he needs here is a guardian.

You're right.

You're right.

Let's barricade the door.

And hide that book!

We can push him down here!

Glitch! Cutter!

Glitch! Stop! Stop!

It's broken!

He's not using the door!

What are you doing?

Using up his ammo!

By letting him shoot at you?

Yeah!

Over here, big boy.

It's only funny till someone loses an eye.

I'm dead before dawn!

I'm dead before dawn!

Game over.

Lie down.

Not me. It's my dog. Help him.

Please.

He'll be okay, son.

Let's go.

Wait. Contact these doctors. I want that dog to have the best treatment. The

best. Understand?

Hi, Andrea.

I see you've been busy. Yeah, Fong managed to get the shields back online.

Oh, I could not have done it alone, Mouse. Your codes were magnificent.

You are a true artist.

Why, Fong, he'll turn a young sprite's head with talk like that.

The young guardian returns.

Oh, I have a message for you.

The doctors say he should be up and chasing gnolls in less than a cycle. In

fact, they asked if you could go and pick him up immediately.

Groovy.

Uh, that's great, Fong.

Enzo? Yeah, Dot?

You did a great job in the game.

But... Dot?

You still don't think I can do it?

I think you earned your chance.

But I want you to train.

If you ever want to be as good as Bob was... Sis?

If he's out there, I'll find him.

I promise.

I'll bring Bob home.

Uh, sorry to break up this Photoshop moment, but Andrea and I have a little

surprise for you.

I don't think I can take another surprise.

We found him at the diner.

Diesel! I thought we lost you, too.

Please, mademoiselle!

Not in front of the customers!