Monkey Wrench

Ooh-ooh!

Dah!

Oh!

Who, who, who, who put you up to this?

It was D.H., wasn't it?

Well, he's too late. I've already sent it to L.A.W. HQ.

- - I'm not afraid of you.

Ah! Okay, actually, maybe I am.

Your master is a man of opportunity.

How… How about you both look the other way and I, uh…

Ahem! Mm?

Uh, here, have them.

Something else, maybe. One of my casinos.

Please! Please!

Surely I can be worth more to you alive!

- - Hey, hey, hey!

Nice work as always, Miss Kara.

A shame we didn't catch Chester in time.

We're already putting together a plan to retrieve the package,

but it'll take a while.

However, to pass the time,

-I have something else for ya. -

- - That bird. He's your next target.

You can deal with his bodyguards as you see fit.

Have fun.

Where are you going, money?

You're my money, my money.

I love you, money.

Money, my money.

- - ¿Qué pasa? I'm up. I'm up.

Who is this, this is?

Rise and shine, Shrike, my boy.

So, did I win the bet?

You're tangled in the bedsheets again, right?

-No. No. No. - Mm-hmm.

What is it, Beebs? I need my siesta.

You asked me to wake you up when we got here, remember?

Get your lazy ass up to the bridge.

What? Here? Here where?

The J-O-B?

YAY-O-B…

Oh! Right. Yeah. Yeah.

-I'll be there in a sec, amigo. -

Eh! Ah! Ah!

The owner of the Thicc Chicc Casino

and one of the largest lobbyists for the League of Aligned Worlds,

billionaire Chester McNevins,

was found dead at Capella Station late last evening.

Authorities believe it was another hired hit,

as it bears striking resemblance to the previous three murders

of L.A.W. officials.

They believe that the mysterious assassin, Kara, is behind them.

Want to see the body?

Yeesh, poor bastard.

Hey, it lives. Good sleep?

Sleep's good till you wake up, amigo. What are you watching? Anything good?

Just the news. As miserable as ever.

Looks like that Kara character

struck down another wealthy L.A.W. supporter.

Probably deserved it. Supporting L.A.W. and all.

Oh, and speaking of miserable, when we gonna get A.G. in here?

Running out of this stuff.

We'll get Artificial Gravity when we can afford it.

Have you seen our position on the board?

We can't even think about fixing up the Bucket yet.

Slogging through lesser jobs to get to better-paying ones is part of the game.

It wasn't just me starting this merc company.

You gotta pull your weight.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.

So, what's the plan? You know, for the job?

The client said he'll meet up with us on the planet surface at these coordinates.

Looks pretty remote.

Being so far out, my guess is that he doesn't want too much attention.

Once we're down there, he said he'll discuss the full terms.

That's what I can make out.

100k pixels, huh?

Not bad. Mm.

Looks like he just wants a bodyguard or something. Mm.

All the way out here, though.

Eh, sounds super shady to me, amigo.

-Who writes like this? -We'll find out when we get down there.

Not as if we can't handle ourselves if things get rough.

Ah!

At least the pay is better than our last job you got us.

I ain't never removing super ticks

off a jumbo space whale ever again for a measly 25k!

Man, I need my pizza fix. And soon.

How about once this job's over, and to make up for the last one,

we go hit up the nearest Pizzapocolypse?

You can get your favorite.

Oh, 15-cheese…

-Atomic Supreme. -Atomic Supreme.

Uh?

This?

This is the guy?

-I swear, if this is some sort of-- -Sh.

Let me handle it.

So, you're Nobert?

You don't look exactly like your profile.

No, no profiling me!

It sounds like him.

You contacted us about doing a job for you two days ago?

No. No, Nobert. Job ghost egg! Ghost egg!

Is… Is that a yes? Ghost egg?

No.

This parrot is crazy!

You said you'd provide us with the full job terms

when we got down here.

Ghost egging me!

Ghost egg. What, what, what ghost egg?!

Ghost egg.

- -Sh!

It's okay, calm down. No one's gonna… ghost egg you?

- -Can I shoot him, please?

No. Gonna ghost egg me.

Beebs, please don't tell me we came all this way,

a trip that took two full days of blue space travel, mind you,

to some swamp-ass armpit of a solar system

to protect a neurotic lunatic

who thinks he's being haunted by a phantom freaking egg!

Mate, we're already here. We're doing it.

All right, fine. How long do we gotta put up with this little freak?

You.

It says he needs us to escort him to Dock 57 on Oberon Station.

There, he can be… "free from ghost egg."

His words, not mine.

Wait, Oberon?

But that… that's at least six days' trip from here.

You're saying I gotta put up with him and his phantom huevos for six whole days?

Ay yai yai yai yai yai…

The money's right.

And besides, just look at him.

Poor guy could use a break.

Oh, he's dealing with a break, all right.

All right, let's go, Eggman.

10k pixels say this'll be boring as all hell.

-Huh? -What the…

-Ghost egg! - Huh?

There's the bird, lads. Get him for Queen Tyneen.

Hmm hmm hmm!

Hey, we didn't shake on it. I owe you nothing!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah.

Here we go.

Ooh!

Wait a sec. Is… Is that…

Sanchez? Is that you?

Ricket? Oh! What the hell are you doing here, man?

Boss Queen Tyneen sent us after the bird guy!

He's got quite the bounty on his head.

Don't tell me you're after it too.

No, man, this is a merc contract thing.

Wait…

Bounty?

He's got a bounty. Beebs, he's got a bounty!

Ahem! How much?

I think it was something like 10 million pixels!

Wait, I… I shouldn't have told you that.

Ten mill…

Beebs, please!

It's at least 100 times what we're gonna…

Oh, no. Not this time. We're not breaking this contract.

Sorry to cut the tea party short, fellas. We got a job to do.

Tell old Queenie we said hi.

-Huh? Oh, what's the… -

Oh! Ah!

Bounty that big? No wonder he wanted an escort.

You're still not getting that 10k, by the way.

And you! How the hell did you get a bounty that damn high?

Beebs, I wanna swap shoulders.

Why didn't you hit them?

We… We don't have any eyes.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Tyneen ain't gonna like this.

Yo, Ricket, you got the bird, yeah?

Bring mama some of that good news!

Sorry, mama. No good news.

That bird got the Monkey Wrench guys's escorts

under some sort of merc contract thing.

From the sound of it, they're taking him to Oberon.

Sanchez? They not after the bounty the Potoos gave him?

Ha! Get your ass back up here, Ricket. We're heading out.

- - All right, listen up!