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IceCap Ski Resort.

This is where the buyer wants to do the exchange?

He makes the rules, not us.

Right, help me unload the echidna.

Alright, little buddy. I'm coming for ya.

Come on, Wade. You can do this.

You might not be a warrior yet,

but you are a deputy.

In fact, you're one of the greatest deputies

in the history of law enforcement.

And normally, in a situation like this,

you'd call for backup.

But this is Montana, so...

you are the backup.

Rely on your instincts.

Think back to your police training.

You are prepared for this.

- Don't ever say I wasn't there for you.

Cool line.

I am extremely unprepared for this.

Where have you taken me?

A dungeon?

A torture chamber?!

A pit so deep that no one will ever hear my screams?

Oh.

That's quite nice, actually.

Damn right.

Always pictured myself living in a place like this one day.

Now, I don't know how to ski, but with a house like this,

you bet I could learn.

All you have to do is sneak into the bad guy's lair,

try not to get yourself killed by their superpowered weapons,

and then save your cool new best friend.

What could possibly go wrong?

Come on, Wade.

What would Knuckles do?

He'd come up with an awesome rescue plan.

Ah... I am visualizing my inevitable escape

and your brutal destruction at my hands.

Yes! Your arms have just snapped off

with the most satisfying crunch.

Well, it's a good thing you're trapped

inside that case then, buddy.

Stop talking to him!

- He was talkin' to me.

Just stop talking.

Fine with me. I'm gonna go relax.

Job's done, and we about to get paid!

Americans.

Alright. Wade's awesome rescue plan starts now.

Step one, project confidence.

Step two, become one with the shadows.

Step three...

lock and load.

You are truly an amazing warrior, Wade Whipple.

Now, as is tradition,

let us celebrate our victory with a warm hug.

I thought you'd never ask.

Anything else?

Gimme a blue raspberry Icee.

Oh, how your screams are a symphony to my ears

as I crush your skulls into a fine powder,

- and-- - Sorry. Don't mean to interrupt,

but, uh, you almost finished here?

- No!

Okay. Now, I am finished.

Do you know,

I'm sorry we haven't gotten a chance

to get to know each other yet.

I'm actually quite an admirer of your work.

What could you possibly know

about my life of battles and quests?

- Oh...

I know all about you, Knuckles.

Studying creatures like you,

your abilities,

where you're from.

That was my job for a long time.

I see.

Then, you know about my tribe's victory

over the vile Dr. Robotnik!

Of course.

So, if you know how I destroyed someone

as dangerous as him,

then you know how easily I can destroy someone

like you.

Is that what you think?

That I'm nothing?

That I'm no one compared

to the great Ivo Robotnik.

Well, let me assure you, you're wrong.

'Cause while I know everything about you,

I promise,

you know nothing about me.

But when this is all over...

you will.

- Alright. Geared up.

Here we go.

Hang tight, Knucks.

- I'm comin' to get ya.

All I need is the perfect rescue soundtrack.

Let's do this, Spotify.

- Time to rock out!

That's not gonna...

- Oh, no, not that song!

- Oh, forget it.

Warrior mode activated.

The fireworks were supposed to be the grand finale!

- What the hell? - What was that?

- Sounds like someone just set off...

Is that the round little man again?

- Oh!

At least she's still drivable.

You again!

That's right!

I'm here for the echidna!

- What's that beeping?

That can't be good. Wonder what that--

- Oh, no!

- Yah! Ay-ay-ay!

- Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

Wee-hee-hee-hee!

I will be right with you guys!

- Oh, God!

You guard the echidna. I'm gonna go and handle this.

Little pig, little pig, where are you?

I know you're here somewhere.

And I'm gonna find you.

Oh...

Oh!

- Oh!

I ever tell you about my time in the underground fight game?

- We literally just met! - I spent years

doing bare-knuckle cage matches and backyard brawls.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Doesn't sound like your rescue's going very well, does it?

No, it does not.

Such a shame...

Mm. Hope you're comfortable in there.

- You're not? Huh, never mind.

One second. I gotta take this.

- No, no, no, take your time.

- It's my mom. - Oh, yeah...

- Should I get that? - Yeah, you should answer it.

- Yeah. C-Can you... - She'll be worried.

- Yeah, of course. Here you go. - Hey, Mom!

- Hey-- - It's about time you answered your phone.

- I been tryin' to call you. - Yes, I know you've been calling.

- I've been meaning to call. I've been really busy. - Hi, Mrs.--

- What's your name? - Mason.

- Hi, Mrs. Mason.

It's-- Yeah, that's just a work friend.

Aw, y-you think we're friends?

Sorry, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, Ma. Okay. Ma, I'ma have to hit you back. I'm busy.

- Love you, Mason... - Alright, I love you, too. Bye-bye, bye.

- Sorry about that.

She seems very sweet.

- Where was I? - You were telling some horrifying story

about ripping some guy's arm off.

- Yeah.

And that's why I signed up for GUN.

So I can get paid to beat up on superpowered freaks

like your little alien friends.

Now, I don't have to fight fair anymore.

Then neither do I.

- Sriracha!

Who are you working with?

He is my protege and my apprentice.

A force so strong of body, mind, and heart

that your last words will be a plea for a merciful death

from the warrior known only as...

- Wade.

Sorry. Sorry.

Say, quite a tussle back there.

You should see the other guy.

- Oh. Here he is.

Seriously? This is your great warrior?

Thought he'd be dead by now.

It's his first day.

I know I may not look like much of a warrior,

but...

no offense, you guys don't, either.

I mean, he looks like a sexy menswear model,

and you look like some kind of psychotic Uma Thurman lookalike.

Thank you. Now, before you die,

tell me one thing.

What does a moron like you want with the echidna?

- We're gonna win a bowling tournament.

Oh, no!

What are you doing?

I'm hugging you, as is your celebratory tradition,

- is it not?

Come on, we gotta get outta here before they wake up.

- Oh!

Oh, nope.

Whatever happens, hold on.

What? What do you mean?

We're alive!

Knuckles! We're alive!

Knuckles! You didn't tell me you could fly!

No. I can glide.

- Huh? - For very short distances.

- Stinks.

- Knuckles... - Get up!

Now is no time to rest, Wade Whipple.

- We must flee!

Sweet truck.

Drive us!

How? I can't just drive us. There's no keys.

- Okay, I can just drive us.

I don't know about you, but I am star--

Hey, look, a Burger Shack! Let's go eat!

- Alright.

I think after all that running, we deserve...

a little snack. What do you say, bud?

I only eat grapes.

And Cool Ranch Doritos.

Okay, well, that explains your insane and erratic behavior.

Now, come on.

Let's eat, bubba.

So, I was thinking about how I rescued you before.

Um, on a scale of one to warrior,

where does Wade fall?

- No biggie. You can tell me after we eat.

Let's have a little victory feast

for the boys, huh?

What victory? We won nothing tonight.

Mm, correct.

I was taken prisoner

because of your failures in battle.

We were nearly killed several times.

And once again, correct.

And the only reason we survived at all was pure luck.

None of these words would be used to describe a victory.

Or a warrior.

Alright, some of the things you just said might have happened,

but you're looking at it the wrong way, Knuckles.

My dad taught me to take any win you can

and enjoy it.

Nine outta 10 warriors would call that a victory.

It might not have been pretty,

but that doesn't mean it wasn't a...

Glorious victory!

Now, you're gettin' it! Let's dig in!

This is gonna flop your little red braids up and down.

- We are so screwed! - Yeah, I'm pissed, too.

But what are we gonna do? I guess the deal's off.

No. No, you don't understand. The deal's not off.

There's no backing out with him.

We've been selling weapons to one of the most dangerous

criminal organizations in the world,

run by an absolute sociopath!

Now, we're screwing him over on a deal!

We don't just get to take our ball and go home.

We show up empty-handed,

he's gonna straight-up kill us.

Most likely in a pretty horrible way.

- Well, that doesn't sound great. - No! Not great!

Not great at all.

We need to get them, fast,

before he gets us.

Wade Whipple, you wish to be a warrior.

Yet you hail from Green Hills,

a place where there are no warring clans.

So, why do you remain there?

I guess... Green Hills has always just been home.

I mean, there must be some place in the universe

that's like that for you, right?

Since the loss of my tribe,

I have journeyed across every corner of the galaxy.

- Seen planets and stars you could only dream of. - Hm.

But nowhere I have called home.

- That must be tough for you. - Yes.

I made a promise to my fellow warriors

to find the Master Emerald and protect it.

- That shall be my goal until the moment I join my people

in the Great Battleground in the Sky.

One thing I have learned in pledging my life to this quest

is that I have been betrayed

again and again.

And again. And again.

Wow. Sorry that happened to you.

You know how that feels, don't you?

To be betrayed?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know how that feels.

By your father, who abandoned you like common gutter trash!

No, I got what you were saying. Thank you very much, though.

Warrior or not,

I'm strong enough to know that I would never betray a friend.

You are stronger than you think, Wade Whipple.

I don't know about that.

- On a scale of one to warrior,

- you are a three. - Really?

I'm gonna put that on my dating profile!

Wade Whipple. Solid three.

Now, come on. Let's hit the road, huh?

- Victory!

- Ha ha! - Yes! Turn it up!

The Rock Zone Special Report.

Alright, this just in, guys.

Authorities have a manhunt out for a guy named Wade Whipple.

You remember this guy? He was the sheriff's deputy

who won the Hot Pocket-eating contest

at last year's Spring Fest. That guy.

There is a bounty out for the guy now.

- I mean, he is royally screwed. - Screwed.

I would not want to be that guy today.

Alright, let's get back to the music.

Ah...

Oh, my God.

I'm a fugitive!

There's a bounty on my head!

And I'm Munsoned out here in the middle of nowhere?

What are we gonna do?

You just love smashing radios, don't ya?

- Whipple! - Y-Yes.

First light has broken. We need safe harbor.

Somewhere we can stay hidden and secure.

I know a place we could lay low, but it's gonna mean going

somewhere I haven't been in a really long time.

- Hi, Mom. I'm home.

- Oh...