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Continuing from this: Museum Heist by KHXhero on DeviantArt
Warning: Some minor swearing in the description. Nothing too vulgar. Just some minor. Enjoy!

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Lincoln was swinging across the rooftops, making his way to the Neoville Art Gallery. Swinging to Neoville was not an easy task, given the fact that the city was almost a 30-minute drive. Thankfully, there was traffic going on, so he was able to leap from car to car. No one even seemed to notice. Not to mention that Lincoln's boots were also designed not to leave smears or prints on the car. Yeah, I'm sure they make shoes like that.
Pretty soon, Lincoln made it to the Art Museum. He looked around, seeing that the Behemoth was nowhere in sight. So, either Lincoln has the lead, or Behemoth already arrived at the art gallery. Suddenly, the boy heard screams as people ran out of the museum. That could only mean one thing.

Then, the doors burst opened, flinging to the floor, revealing the Behemoth emerging from the doorway. In one of his arms, much to the boy's horror, was a Latina girl with a purple hoodie and ponytail.

"Let me go!" She shouted.

"Silence you little runt!" The Behemoth shouted.

"Hey!" Lincoln shouted as he approached them. "Let Her Go!" The villain gave an evil smile.

"You want her?" Behemoth asked. "Try and catch me!" He then took off running with the girl in tow, and Lincoln chased after them. The Behemoth ran through the streets, tossing cars into the air with people trapped inside them. Seeing this, Lincoln caught the cars with his super strength and placing them back onto the ground, saving the civilians. Ok, Behemoth was going too far. The boy jumped into the air and tried to grapple him, grabbing his empty arm.

"When will you learn?" Behemoth asked as he flung his arm forward, causing Lincoln to fly across the street and into one of the trees. Seeing there was nowhere else to run, the Behemoth ran to his left and into the Neoville Convention Center right next to him. Lincoln emerged from the tree and shook his head, getting the dizziness out. He then spotted who he thought was the Behemoth rushing into the convention center. He charged in through the opened doors and tackled the guy to the ground.

"Gotcha!" Lincoln said. But to his surprise, it wasn't the Behemoth. It was a guy in a bulk purple wizard outfit.

"Hey, watch it man!" The guy in the costume said. Lincoln gasped.

"Oh, sorry!" Lincoln said as he got off of the costumed man. "I thought you were someone else."

"It's ok." The guy said. "It is Comic-Con, after all. You can never know who's who around here."

"Hehe, yeah..." Lincoln spoke, but then stopped for a moment. "Wait... Comic-Con?" The boy turned his head, seeing the room he was in. He was actually inside the city's convention center! And there were a lot of people inside wearing costumes. Some of them of famous superheroes that Lincoln knew so well. Ace Savvy, Spider-Man, Batman, Austin Powers, Warcraft characters, anime characters, cartoon characters, even those dressed up as original characters they came up with, and so many others.

"What is going on?" Lincoln asked.

"It's Comic-Con, kid." Someone said walking to the scene. The boy turned and saw that it was a guy dressed as Ace Savvy. "It's the place where everyone dresses up as their favorite superheroes and villains. They attend panels featuring their favorite actors, musicians, and writers, and watch movies. By the way, nice El Tigre costume, man!" Lincoln was a bit surprised. Comic-Con was happening tonight?! Wait, that's today?! Oh yeah, he and Clyde were planning on going this year, but those plans fell short when Lynn was in that coma and Lincoln was in that depressing spiral. He was now here in Comic-Con, and people think his suit is actually a costume.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Lincoln said. "Say, did you someone dressed as a Behemoth around here?"

"No, not really." The Ace Savvy cosplayer said. "Anyway, I gotta get going. Don't want to be late for the Cosplay Contest. See ya!" He then left and made his way down to where he was supposed to be, as Lincoln looked around. How was he supposed to find the Behemoth in a place like this? He couldn't help but take a good view of the place as he made his way deeper and looked around the convention room. He always wanted to come to a place like this.

"Wow..." Lincoln said as he looked around. "This is... something." He then turned his head and saw something that caught his eye. It was a cutout standee of his favorite Superhero Ace Savvy, and there was a board and text written on it. It read:

SPECIAL Ace Savvy Cosplay Contest!
Winners of the contest will be named Kings of the Con and will be featured in a cameo role for the upcoming Ace Savvy Movie!

Lincoln's eyes widened up. There was a costume contest happening tonight?! And the winners will be featured in the upcoming Ace Savvy Movie?!

"Wait... There's gonna be an Ace Savvy Movie?!" Lincoln asked. Ok, he clearly missed a whole lot since he was in that spiral.

"Let Me Go, You Creep!" The boy heard Ronnie Anne's voice coming from the other end of the hall. Turning his head, he saw a huge guy, which was the Behemoth, carrying Ronnie Anne in his arm.

"Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln called out, and he dashed after them. He followed them down the vendor hall, the place where people meet with artists and buy their trinkets and art. It was hard making his way through, given that there were so many people attending. He'll never catch up to them. Oh wait, he's got grapple claws. He can grab the poles at the ceiling and swing like Spider-Man. He shot his grapple hook up and began swinging, with some of the people watching this.

"Whoa... that's so cool." One of them said.

"It's almost as if he's really El Tigre." Another said. Back with the Behemoth was having a hard time, and it was harder carrying a little Mexican girl who wouldn't shut her mouth. He turned his head and spotted Lincoln swinging towards him. Shoot, he was hot on his tail. Desperate, the Behemoth began shoving people out of the way as the boy was giving chase.

As this was happening, two judges were walking around the vendors. One was a thick black woman with red hair and piercings, and the other was a skinny man wearing a green hat and glasses.

"Man, all the cosplayers we've seen so far stinks." The male judge, Eric said.

"I know." The female judge, Betsy spoke. "Every costume we've seen are so ridiculous and uninspiring, and they're not even that creative!"

"Well, except those two old guys over there." Eric said, pointing at the two elderly men dressed up as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.

"What are we doing here again, Barnacle Boy?" The Mermaid Man cosplayer asked.

"I told you, I'm not Barnacle Boy, you old coot." The Barnacle Boy cosplayer said with irritation.

"They're too old to be in the movie." Betsy said. "We need something different! Someone who has the energy, someone who is strong, someone who has... well... it!"

"The winners are only winning a cameo scene." Eric said.

"Yeah, but still!" Betsy said.

"Out of my way!" Both judges turned their heads and saw the Behemoth charging towards them. They both yelled and jumped out of the way, and he charged by them and crashed through the tables, even bashing into someone with a tray of food, causing it all to fling up into the air, along with the poor boy. Both judges were surprised by this.

"What The?!" They both asked.

"Excuse me, pardon me!" Lincoln called as he dashed by them, but then stopped and caught the boy with one hand and caught the tray and all the food that flew into the air.

"Whoa..." The boy said as Lincoln put the boy down.

"Here you go." He said, giving the tray to the boy and then ran off after the Behemoth.

"Thank You, El Tigre!" The boy said. Both judges stood there in great shock, seeing the boy dressed as El Tigre catch all that food, and that boy. So much energy, so much strength, and someone that's different! Now that's who they're looking for.

"Now that kid has it!" Betsy said.

"Let's Go!" Eric said, and the two went after him, pushing the other boy away and causing him to drop his tray of food on the floor.

"Jerks!" The boy shouted. The boy wasn't the only one mad with those judges. Two other cosplayers, who were waiting in line at one of the vendors, one dressed as The Tick, who was probably Patrick Warburton, and the other as Emperor Kuzco from The Emperor's New Groove, who was probably David Spade, were feeling a bit annoyed.

"Man, I hate the judges this year." The guy dressed as The Tick said. "They said our costumes looked silly. And I put so much time in making this."

"I feel you, man." The guy dressed as Kuzco said. "The judge with the zits said I don't have the Groove."

"I don't know who was in charge of organizing this convention to begin with, but they picked the wrong kind of judges this year." The Tick cosplayer said.

"Yeah, and things around here are a bit boring too." The Kuzco cosplayer said. "I wish something cool would happen right now."

"MOVE!" The Behemoth shouted as he moved past the two, making them stop. They saw him run off, and then they turned their heads and saw El Tigre chasing after him.

"Where are they going?" The Kuzco cosplayer asked.

"I dunno, let's find out." The Tick cosplayer said as they followed them. In another part of the convention, two Australian guys were making their way to the stage floor. Well, it wasn't two guys. It was actually one Australian man and a puppet. One was a skinny man named Sammy J, with blonde hair, a nice suit, and he was holding a keyboard in his hand. The puppet was Randy Feltface, who was purple, and he was wearing clothes, and possibly no feet or legs. They're not actually cosplayers. They're actually musicians from Australia who were performing here for the weekend as part of their Sammy J & Randy Live US tour.

"Ugh, can you believe those thickheads?" Randy said. "Who gave them the right to criticize how I look? Who the bloody hell made those two judges in the first place?"

"Why are you so upset, Randy?" The man, Sammy J asked. "We're not even taking part of the costume contest. We're performing a couple shows here this weekend."

"That's not what's ticking me off, Sammy." The puppet, Randy Feltface said. "It's what they said that ticks me off. That woman said my eyes looked too silly, and the guy with the hat and pimples said I look like a cheap knockoff!"

"Well, you are a puppet." Sammy J said.

"But I'm a handsome puppet." Randy said.

"Even if we did enter the contest, our chances of winning are slim." Sammy J said. "Though honestly, I think I'd make a good One-Eyed Jack." Randy looked at his musician comedian friend.

"Actually, I think you'd look like a skinny Ace Savvy." Randy said. "You both do have the blonde hair."

"Yeah, but I like One-Eyed Jack better." Sammy J said. "He's my favorite character in the series."

"One-Eyed Jack is a black guy, you idiot." Randy said.

"I know that." Sammy J said. "But who's to say I can't cosplay as characters I like?"

"Do you even read comic books?" Randy asked.

"From time to time." Sammy J said. "Usually when the mood is just right." Randy let out a sigh, but then stopped and looked straight forward.

"Sammy, did they have bulls at convention centers?" Randy asked.

"No, why?" Sammy J asked.

"Because I see one coming towards us!" Randy shouted, pointing both arms out. Both of them then saw a horned brute charging towards them, carrying a Latina girl in his arm. It was the Behemoth!

"Duck And Cover, Randy!" Sammy J shouted as he and Randy screamed jumped out of the way, just as the Behemoth burst through the wall, making it outside the building. Looking around, he saw a pole, and a trailer parked in one spot. Seeing the pole, he got an idea and approached it, still holding the girl in his arm.

"Why can't you let me go, you big horned metalhead!?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Will you shut up, already?" The Behemoth asked as he got closer to the pull and lifted the girl by her hoodie. She tried to break free, but she couldn't. She continued to shout insults at the foe, who sighed.

"Ok, how can people handle your mouth." Behemoth said.

-POW-

He was met with a punch in the face by the girl. Ok, that hurt! How did that hurt? He was wearing a helmet.

"Haha!" Ronnie Anne laughed.

"Ok, then." Behemoth said with a low growl. Without a single bit of hesitation, the Behemoth tossed the girl high up into the air.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Ronnie Anne screamed, but then she found herself no longer falling as her hood caught the top of the pole, making her dangle in air.

"Well, this is embarrassing." She spoke.

"There, now you stay there while we wait for your little boyfriend to show up." Behemoth said.

"You're not gonna get away with this, megdalena!" Ronnie Anne shouted.

"Do you even know what that means?" Behemoth asked.

"Uh... jerk?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"That's not what it means." Behemoth said. "It means cupcake."

"Well, sorry, my Spanish is rusty." Ronnie Anne said.

"Hey Horn-Head!" Both turned their heads to see El Tigre, or Lincoln in this case, jumping into the scene from the hole.

"I'm right here." Lincoln spoke. Ronnie Anne's eyes widened up, seeing El Tigre right here in person.

"El Tigre?" Ronnie Anne asked. "Wait, you're back?!"

"Yeah, I'm back." El Tigre said.

"Well, it took you long enough!" Ronnie Anne shouted. From behind the hole, Sammy J and Randy lifted their heads up to see what was going on.

"Randy, you see this, don't you?" Sammy J asked.

"I don't know, my eyeballs aren't real." Randy said.

"It's El Tigre." Sammy J said. "He's facing off against someone dressed as a Final Fantasy monster."

"Oh my god, that looks like fun." Randy said with a low voice, both of them watching this whole thing.

"You really don't know when to call it quits, don't you?" Behemoth said.

"I'm not a quitter." Lincoln spoke.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to bash you even harder!" Behemoth shouted, extending his blades out. Without much thought, the Behemoth charged towards the boy, and then El Tigre charged forward as well, and as the two clashed, they both started kicking and punching each other, dodging left and right, swinging some more punches and kicks. And yes, Behemoth even picked up some of the heavy stuff outside and tossed them towards the boy. Thankfully, the boy dodged and came in for another attack. There was more punching and kicking. Yeah, the typical fighting stuff. Unbeknownst to them, Sammy J and Randy were watching this from the whole, just as the Tick cosplayer and the Kuzco cosplayer showed up.

"This is like an actual movie!" Sammy J said.

"Hey, what's going on?" The Kuzco cosplayer asked.

"El Tigre is facing against some rip-off of a Final Fantasy monster." Randy answered. Both cosplayers looked through the hole to see the fight going down.

"Hey, a nerd fight!" The Tick cosplayer said. "And it looks epic!"

"Finally, something cool is happening!" The Kuzco cosplayer said, before turning his head to call others to watch. "Hey guys, there's a cool nerd fight going on here!" Hearing him call to them, the other cosplayers made their way to the hole to see.

"Awesome!" A guy dressed as a Star Trek character said, and the cosplayers watched the fight between El Tigre and Behemoth unfold. Behemoth swung his fist down as Lincoln dodged it.

"You're not gonna get away with this!" Lincoln said.

"I already have." Behemoth said as he swung another attack, but Lincoln dodged and swung his claws, striking the foe in the side.

"It's a lose-lose situation for you." Lincoln said. "You didn't even bother stealing the glass artifact!"

"Who said I was going to steal it?" Behemoth asked. "Luring from the Museum here was part of the plan!"

"What?" Lincoln asked, before finding himself being grabbed by his tail and held into the air.

"Don't you see?" Behemoth asked. "Kidnapping your little girlfriend was only a diversion. Calamitous is already stealing the artifact, and he'll soon have his revenge!" Lincoln gasped. So kidnapping Ronnie Anne was only a diversion to allow Calamitous to steal the artifact!

"You tricked me!" Lincoln said.

"I did." Behemoth said. "Of course, I couldn't have improvised this plan without you sneaking into my office." He then slammed Lincoln into the ground two times and then tossed him right into the trailer, damaging it and leaving a big hole on the side.

"Ooooo!" The cosplayers cringed.

"That's gotta hurt." The guy in Kuzco costume said. As the dust cleared, Lincoln laid there all dizzy, hurt from the impact.

"El Tigre, Get Up!" Ronnie Anne shouted. "Get Back Up!"

-RIP-

Suddenly, she felt herself jerk a bit, hearing a little rip sound coming from her hood. It seems her hood was going to rip from being stretched on the pole tip.

"Aw, c'mon, this is my favorite hoodie!" She spoke. Lincoln began to cough, feeling dizzy from the impact that happened.

"Awww... that hurt." The boy said. He looked up and saw something looking down at him.

"Ronnie Anne?" He asked, before his vision cleared up. No, it wasn't Ronnie Anne. It was a small black cat looking down at him with its yellow feline eyes.

-MEOW-

"Oh, it's just a cat..." Lincoln said. "Wait a minute." He looked around and saw that he was in what was left of the trailer. He also saw a sign that said, Property of The Kitty, star villain of the Ace Savvy Movie. Lincoln's eyes widened, looking back at the small black cat staring at him, who didn't look happy. Holy cow, Lincoln thought. This was the Kitty's trailer! And this cat was The Kitty! If the Kitty was here, then he must be the star of the upcoming movie and was probably here for a panel. Knowing the Kitty was infamously untamed, the boy began to worry. The cat was staring at him, looking vicious.

"Uhhh... sorry about your trailer." Lincoln said nervously. "Good kitty?" The cat gave a hiss, making the boy feel worried. But then, the cat began to calmly nuzzle its head against Lincoln's face, which was a sign of affection. Wait, he's nuzzling him? Oh, he's dressed in his El Tigre suit, and El Tigre, while a tiger, is also part of the cat family. So, the Kitty must think he's a cat too. That's a relief.

"Um, thanks." Lincoln said.

"Alright, enough of this!" Both Lincoln and the cat looked up to see Behemoth approaching them, extending his horn blades. "Time to eradicate you once and for all." Lincoln began to worry again, but the Kitty jumped forward in between them, protecting the boy. The Behemoth looked at the Kitty with confusion.

"What's this?" Behemoth asked. "A cat? Aww, isn't he cute?"

-HISSSS-

A low hiss came from the Kitty's mouth, much to Behemoth's notice and worry.

"I don't think he liked how tossed me into his trailer." Lincoln said, seeing the black cat extend its sharp claws out. Yeah, it's claws were sharp.

"Uh oh." Behemoth shouted.

-RAAAOR-

The cat let out a snarling war cry and leapt at the Behemoth, attacking the brute with full force. Behemoth let out cries of agony as the cat scratched him all over.

"GAH! Get it off, get it off!" Behemoth shouted. How are the cat's claws scratching him through his armor? This wasn't any ordinary cat. The cat then snuck into the Behemoth's suit, getting him all over. How did he get into Behemoth's suit?! Who cares, he was getting him!

"Aww, get it out, get it out!" Behemoth shouted, feeling the feline crawl and scratch him inside his own suit, before bursting out of the chest like a Chestburster Alien, and then attacking him some more. The cosplayers watched what was happening.

"Oooooh, that's one bad pussycat." The guy dressed as Madea Simmons said.

"I don't wanna meet him now." The guy dressed as Ace Savvy said, hiding behind one of the cosplayers. As the dust settle, the cat jumped off of him, leaving the Behemoth dizzy and wounded, opened for an attack.

"Alright, now's my chance!" Lincoln said. He then ran away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Getting a good run up for this!" Lincoln said as he ran up the side of the building and leaped off of it, spinning around and charging up a lot of energy, and shot forward with a kick, which was his Spinning Armadillo Attack! As Behemoth shook his head, he saw El Tigre, coming at him with a fiery kick. But he was too late the stop the tiger boy.

-KICK-

The boy landed a powerful kick right into Behemoth's stomach, and the blast was so strong, it sent him flying into the air, far into the sky.

"Best Two Out of Threeeeeeeeee!" The Behemoth shouted as he was flying across the sky until he disappeared all the way up. Seeing his foe finally out of the fray, Lincoln let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, that's over." Lincoln said.

"Uh, hello?!" The boy turned his head to see the Mexican girl still dangling from the pole.

"Can you get me down now, please?" Ronnie Anne asked.

-RIP-

Suddenly, the girl felt herself jerking down a bit, and a rip was heard from her hoodie. Looking up, she saw that the fabric of her wood was beginning to rip, showing that she wasn't going to stay up on the pole for long.

"Uh oh." Ronnie Anne spoke.

-RIP-

Another rip came, and Ronnie Anne felt herself falling high from the pole towards the ground.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" The girl screamed.

"Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln cried out as he rushed in, jumped up and caught her mid-air, before sliding back to the ground with her in his arms.

"Ahh! Ah.... ah.... huh?" Ronnie Anne asked, opening her eyes and looking around. She looked up and saw that she was in the arms of El Tigre.

"Hey, are you ok?" Lincoln asked.

"Uh... eh... yeah!" Ronnie Anne said with a blush, surprised that she was saved by El Tigre.

"Good." Lincoln said, before looking back at the destroyed trailer. "Wow... they're gonna have a hard time cleaning that up." Suddenly, he heard applause. Turning around, he saw the crowd of cosplayers cheering for him.

"Hey, give it up for El Tigre!" Sammy J cheered as he played a victory tone on his keyboard.

"YEAAAAH!" Randy cheered as the cosplayers cheered with him.

"Good job, El Tigre!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer called out.

"Go El Tigre!" The small boy Lincoln saved earlier called out.

"El Tigre! El Tigre! El Tigre!" All of them chanted his name. Lincoln was a bit surprised to see all of this. He didn't think that there would be people watching this.

"Wow, I guess I put on a good show." Lincoln said.

"Yeah, you did." Ronnie Anne said.

"HEY!" Two voices shouted, getting their attention. The two turned around and saw the two judges, Eric and Betsy, running towards them and stopping, huffing and panting from running so much.

"Man, I really need to work out more." Eric said.

"You, kid in the Tiger costume!" Betsy said as she approached the boy and the girl. "You definitely got what it takes!"

"Huh?" Lincoln asked.

"Well, duh, the costume!" Eric said. "You are hereby officially King of the Con!"

"Awwww!" The cosplayers shouted in disappointment. Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, you mean that costume competition?" Lincoln asked. "Actually, I'm not here for the contest. I'm here for-" Suddenly, both judges gasped in horror, looking at the destroyed trailer.

"The Kitty's Trailer!" Betsy shouted, and then looked at El Tigre. "YOU!"

"Me?" Lincoln asked.

"Yes You!" Betsy shouted angerly. "You destroyed the Kitty's Trailer!"

"Uh, no I didn't." Lincoln said.

"Then how do you explain that?!" Betsy asked, pointing at the destroyed trailer. "And you're the only one here! Well, both of you are, actually."

"Hey, hold on a second, lady!" Ronnie Anne shouted. "El Tigre was just in a fierce battle with some psychobrute, and that psychobrute's the one who pretty much destroyed the trailer."

"Oh really?" Eric asked. "Where's your proof?"

"That would be us!" The two judges turned their heads to see the cosplayers, looking angry.

"That's right, El Tigre just had a fight with that crazy horned freak, and he tossed El Tigre into the trailer!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer shouted.

"Yeah, and not only that, but you also can't just decide who automatically wins the Costume Contest before the show starts!" The Kuzco cosplayer called out. "It hasn't even started yet!"

"Ok, you listen here, you-" Betsy said, before looking around and noticed that something was missing.

"Wait, where's the Kitty?!" She asked. Suddenly, something jumped on top of Eric's head, and it was the little black cat himself.

"Oh, here he is." Eric said.

-SNARL-

Without hesitating, the black cat let out a snarl, which meant it was ready for attack.

"Uh oh..." Eric said, and then, the cat began to attack him, pulling him into a dust cloud of scratches and hissing, while he was screaming for life. The woman judge tried to intervene, but the cat pulled her in too, and continued to attack them both. Both Lincoln and Ronnie Anne looked at what was happening with confusion.

"I'm glad I don't have a cat." Ronnie Anne said.

"I'm glad you don't either." Lincoln said. After a while, the woman judge managed to grab ahold of the cat and pinned him down with her foot.

"Gotcha, you little feline!" She shouted, pinning the poor creature with her foot.

"Ok, time to go back into your kennel, you little freak!" Eric said, pulling out what appeared to be a stick from his side. "Don't make me use this!"

-GASP-

The cosplayers gasped at what they were seeing. The two judges just pinned a cat down with a foot and threatened to beat it!

"They're threatening the Kitty with a hammer!" Sammy J shouted.

"That's Animal Cruelty!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer called out. Betsy looked down and realized her foot was pinning The Kitty. She gasped and released her foot off of the cat.

"No, no, it's not what it looks like!" Betsy shouted.

"Then how do you explain the hammer, baby?!" an Austin Powers cosplayer called out.

"Hammer?" Eric asked. "What are you talking about?" Betsy looked at him and gasped.

"Eric, you pulled out the wrong stick!" She said, pointing to the object Eric was wielding. He looked at the object in his hand, and realized that it wasn't a stick, but a long hammer! Oh crap, he thought. He looked back at the crowd, who were all glaring at him.

"No, no, no, it's not a hammer!" Eric said. "It's a... a... a prop! Yeah, it's a stage prop! See?!" He then tosses it towards one of the windows.

-CRASH-

It burst through the window and struck someone behind the window.

"My Leg!" The poor guy shouted. "I'm bleeding through my leg! Who threw this hammer at me?!" Eric froze. Yeah, he shouldn't have done that.

"Ok, it wasn't really a prop." Eric said. "It was a real hammer." The crowd of cosplayers gasped again.

"They Admit It!" A guy in a Spider-Man outfit shouted.

"EVIL!" The man dressed as Mermaid Man shouted.

"You both will pay dearly for defiling the villain star of the Ace Savvy Movie!" The black girl in the robot pirate outfit shouted, pulling out her sword. The crowd was agreeing with her, all of them getting heated by the two judges.

"Aw, c'mon!" Betsy shouted. "I bet a lot of you don't like cats either!"

"Yeah, and by the way, you guys have the worst costumes ever!" Eric shouted. "I've seen better costumes in spoof movies!" The cosplayers gasped again.

"How Dare You!" Randy shouted dramatically.

"Oh, hell no!" The guy in the Madea Simmons costume shouted. "You both are gonna get it now, boy!"

"Yeah!" A guy dressed as Han Solo holding a bushy dog shouted and clicked his toy gun. "C'mon, Chewie, let's teach these bozos a thing or two!"

"BARK BARK!" The dog barked. Yeah, he was talking to the dog.

"Did you just seriously call your dog Chewie?" Betsy asked confused.

"Yeah, that's his real name." The guy in the Han Solo outfit said. "And he does chew. A lot." The dog barked once more. After a short moment, Eric laughed.

"Wow, that must be his bitch, then." He spoke.

-GASP-

The crowd gasped again, hearing that. Even Betsy gasped hearing that.

"What did you just call me, punk?" The Han Solo cosplayer asked.

"He called Han Solo the B word!" The guy in the Mermaid Man outfit shouted.

"No kidding, sherlock." The old Barnacle Boy cosplayer said. The male judge gasped, realizing his error.

"No, no, I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about the dog-" Eric shouted as Betsy face-palmed herself. But it was too late, as a tall guy emerged from the crowd. It was the guy dressed as The Tick, and he was not happy.

"We have one rule here in comic conventions, and it's this." The Tick guy said. "No One Calls Han Solo a Bitch!"

"Yeah, Baby, Yeah!" The guy dressed as Austin Powers called out.

"Let's catch us some judges, y'all!" A Prince cosplayer called out.

"Get 'Em!" An elderly woman cosplayer shouted, and just like that, the crowd of cosplayers charged towards the two, who both screamed as the crowd was moving in to attack.

"WAIT!" Another cosplayer emerged, stepping in between, causing the group of cosplayers to stop. The guy was dressed in a black suit with a black tie, and he had stylish hair like James Bond.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please." The cosplayer said. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet."

"Who are you?" The guy dressed as The Tick asked.

"The name's Steele." The man said, straightening up his suit. "David Steele. Now everyone, let us settle this logically." He then pulled out what appears to be a lasso gun, and the shoots a tangle rope towards the two judges, wrapping them up, tying them together and causing them to fall to the ground.

"Ok, now you can proceed." The David Steele cosplayer spoke, stepping aside, allowing the angry crowd to continue.

"Wait what?!" The two judges asked, frightened by what was going to happen next.

"Alright, let's get them!" The Tick cosplayer called out.

"Yeah, for El Tigre and the Kitty!" The Kuzco cosplayer called out. And then the cosplayers charged toward the judges, both of them screaming as the crowd jumped on them. There was a lot of scuffling, and probably a couple of kicks and punches. Don't worry, they weren't mauling the two. The crowd of cosplayers lifted the judges up and tied them to the pole and lifted them high into the air, leaving them dangling a few feet below the ground as the crowd of cosplayers began to cheer and laugh at the two, satisfied that Han Solo's name was avenged. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne watched all this unfold with a lot of confusion. Wow. Comic-Con can be very crazy.

"Wow... why do I suddenly feel satisfied watching all of this?" Lincoln asked himself.

"You can feel satisfied later." Ronnie Anne said. "Can we go?"

"Uh, yeah, good idea." Lincoln said as he took off with the girl in his arms, leaving the two judges at the mercy of the cosplayers. The only ones who weren't participating in this were Sammy J and Randy, who were both watching this chaos unfold.

"Crikey." Sammy J said. "Comic Conventions is crazy here in America."

"Yeah, but I like it, especially stuff like this." Randy said.

"Should we call security?" Sammy J asked.

"Not yet." Randy said. "This is getting good." Sammy shrugged and the two continued to watch the crowd cheer as the judges dangled from the pole.

"I hate Comic Conventions..." Betsy said with a growl.

"Well, at least we're not pooper scoopers, right?" Eric said with a hopeful smile, with Betsy glaring at her fellow judge. "What? I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"I hate you too." She spoke.

"I know." Eric said, losing his smile. Meanwhile, no one noticed this, but the Kitty was eating some cat food and was joyfully watching all of this from the hole of the trailer. Turns out he was not harmed during all of this. He snuck away before the judges even pinned their feet on him, and the cat that the judges had pinned was just a bushy black wig that someone dropped a while ago and rolled towards them. Yeah, he's a sneaky little devil, isn't he?

"Aren't I a stinka'?" The Kitty said with a hissy laugh.

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And so, Lincoln follows the Behemoth to the comic convention to save Ronnie Anne and gets an unlikely feline to help him. Also, a pair of judges, who are named after their voice actors, also anger the cosplayers. Three lessons are learned from all of this
01. Never destroy a famous star's trailer.
02. Never threaten an animal, even if it attacks you
03. Never, and I mean Never call Han Solo a bitch. (I will give a smiley face to anyone who knows which movie this joke came from)

Yes, I smudged a shortened and altered take of Kings of the Con in this story. Yeah, I didn't like the episode either, mostly because it ignored the character development from the previous seasons, and, I don't know, everyone seemed to be out of character. I think there were some episodes after season 3 that did that. I can't remember.
Again, let's not get all angry, and put flames of hate in the comments, alright?

Hope you like it. I may have been inspired by the convention scene from Ted 2. And I inserted Sammy J and Randy in here too. I saw some of their videos a while back and thought to include them as cameos.
Next part will be coming up soon, and then, the final battle begins.

(c) Nickelodeon

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Continuing from this: Museum Heist by KHXhero on DeviantArt
Warning: Some minor swearing in the description. Nothing too vulgar. Just some minor. Enjoy!

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Lincoln was swinging across the rooftops, making his way to the Neoville Art Gallery. Swinging to Neoville was not an easy task, given the fact that the city was almost a 30-minute drive. Thankfully, there was traffic going on, so he was able to leap from car to car. No one even seemed to notice. Not to mention that Lincoln's boots were also designed not to leave smears or prints on the car. Yeah, I'm sure they make shoes like that.
Pretty soon, Lincoln made it to the Art Museum. He looked around, seeing that the Behemoth was nowhere in sight. So, either Lincoln has the lead, or Behemoth already arrived at the art gallery. Suddenly, the boy heard screams as people ran out of the museum. That could only mean one thing.

Then, the doors burst opened, flinging to the floor, revealing the Behemoth emerging from the doorway. In one of his arms, much to the boy's horror, was a Latina girl with a purple hoodie and ponytail.

"Let me go!" She shouted.

"Silence you little runt!" The Behemoth shouted.

"Hey!" Lincoln shouted as he approached them. "Let Her Go!" The villain gave an evil smile.

"You want her?" Behemoth asked. "Try and catch me!" He then took off running with the girl in tow, and Lincoln chased after them. The Behemoth ran through the streets, tossing cars into the air with people trapped inside them. Seeing this, Lincoln caught the cars with his super strength and placing them back onto the ground, saving the civilians. Ok, Behemoth was going too far. The boy jumped into the air and tried to grapple him, grabbing his empty arm.

"When will you learn?" Behemoth asked as he flung his arm forward, causing Lincoln to fly across the street and into one of the trees. Seeing there was nowhere else to run, the Behemoth ran to his left and into the Neoville Convention Center right next to him. Lincoln emerged from the tree and shook his head, getting the dizziness out. He then spotted who he thought was the Behemoth rushing into the convention center. He charged in through the opened doors and tackled the guy to the ground.

"Gotcha!" Lincoln said. But to his surprise, it wasn't the Behemoth. It was a guy in a bulk purple wizard outfit.

"Hey, watch it man!" The guy in the costume said. Lincoln gasped.

"Oh, sorry!" Lincoln said as he got off of the costumed man. "I thought you were someone else."

"It's ok." The guy said. "It is Comic-Con, after all. You can never know who's who around here."

"Hehe, yeah..." Lincoln spoke, but then stopped for a moment. "Wait... Comic-Con?" The boy turned his head, seeing the room he was in. He was actually inside the city's convention center! And there were a lot of people inside wearing costumes. Some of them of famous superheroes that Lincoln knew so well. Ace Savvy, Spider-Man, Batman, Austin Powers, Warcraft characters, anime characters, cartoon characters, even those dressed up as original characters they came up with, and so many others.

"What is going on?" Lincoln asked.

"It's Comic-Con, kid." Someone said walking to the scene. The boy turned and saw that it was a guy dressed as Ace Savvy. "It's the place where everyone dresses up as their favorite superheroes and villains. They attend panels featuring their favorite actors, musicians, and writers, and watch movies. By the way, nice El Tigre costume, man!" Lincoln was a bit surprised. Comic-Con was happening tonight?! Wait, that's today?! Oh yeah, he and Clyde were planning on going this year, but those plans fell short when Lynn was in that coma and Lincoln was in that depressing spiral. He was now here in Comic-Con, and people think his suit is actually a costume.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Lincoln said. "Say, did you someone dressed as a Behemoth around here?"

"No, not really." The Ace Savvy cosplayer said. "Anyway, I gotta get going. Don't want to be late for the Cosplay Contest. See ya!" He then left and made his way down to where he was supposed to be, as Lincoln looked around. How was he supposed to find the Behemoth in a place like this? He couldn't help but take a good view of the place as he made his way deeper and looked around the convention room. He always wanted to come to a place like this.

"Wow..." Lincoln said as he looked around. "This is... something." He then turned his head and saw something that caught his eye. It was a cutout standee of his favorite Superhero Ace Savvy, and there was a board and text written on it. It read:

SPECIAL Ace Savvy Cosplay Contest!
Winners of the contest will be named Kings of the Con and will be featured in a cameo role for the upcoming Ace Savvy Movie!

Lincoln's eyes widened up. There was a costume contest happening tonight?! And the winners will be featured in the upcoming Ace Savvy Movie?!

"Wait... There's gonna be an Ace Savvy Movie?!" Lincoln asked. Ok, he clearly missed a whole lot since he was in that spiral.

"Let Me Go, You Creep!" The boy heard Ronnie Anne's voice coming from the other end of the hall. Turning his head, he saw a huge guy, which was the Behemoth, carrying Ronnie Anne in his arm.

"Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln called out, and he dashed after them. He followed them down the vendor hall, the place where people meet with artists and buy their trinkets and art. It was hard making his way through, given that there were so many people attending. He'll never catch up to them. Oh wait, he's got grapple claws. He can grab the poles at the ceiling and swing like Spider-Man. He shot his grapple hook up and began swinging, with some of the people watching this.

"Whoa... that's so cool." One of them said.

"It's almost as if he's really El Tigre." Another said. Back with the Behemoth was having a hard time, and it was harder carrying a little Mexican girl who wouldn't shut her mouth. He turned his head and spotted Lincoln swinging towards him. Shoot, he was hot on his tail. Desperate, the Behemoth began shoving people out of the way as the boy was giving chase.

As this was happening, two judges were walking around the vendors. One was a thick black woman with red hair and piercings, and the other was a skinny man wearing a green hat and glasses.

"Man, all the cosplayers we've seen so far stinks." The male judge, Eric said.

"I know." The female judge, Betsy spoke. "Every costume we've seen are so ridiculous and uninspiring, and they're not even that creative!"

"Well, except those two old guys over there." Eric said, pointing at the two elderly men dressed up as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.

"What are we doing here again, Barnacle Boy?" The Mermaid Man cosplayer asked.

"I told you, I'm not Barnacle Boy, you old coot." The Barnacle Boy cosplayer said with irritation.

"They're too old to be in the movie." Betsy said. "We need something different! Someone who has the energy, someone who is strong, someone who has... well... it!"

"The winners are only winning a cameo scene." Eric said.

"Yeah, but still!" Betsy said.

"Out of my way!" Both judges turned their heads and saw the Behemoth charging towards them. They both yelled and jumped out of the way, and he charged by them and crashed through the tables, even bashing into someone with a tray of food, causing it all to fling up into the air, along with the poor boy. Both judges were surprised by this.

"What The?!" They both asked.

"Excuse me, pardon me!" Lincoln called as he dashed by them, but then stopped and caught the boy with one hand and caught the tray and all the food that flew into the air.

"Whoa..." The boy said as Lincoln put the boy down.

"Here you go." He said, giving the tray to the boy and then ran off after the Behemoth.

"Thank You, El Tigre!" The boy said. Both judges stood there in great shock, seeing the boy dressed as El Tigre catch all that food, and that boy. So much energy, so much strength, and someone that's different! Now that's who they're looking for.

"Now that kid has it!" Betsy said.

"Let's Go!" Eric said, and the two went after him, pushing the other boy away and causing him to drop his tray of food on the floor.

"Jerks!" The boy shouted. The boy wasn't the only one mad with those judges. Two other cosplayers, who were waiting in line at one of the vendors, one dressed as The Tick, who was probably Patrick Warburton, and the other as Emperor Kuzco from The Emperor's New Groove, who was probably David Spade, were feeling a bit annoyed.

"Man, I hate the judges this year." The guy dressed as The Tick said. "They said our costumes looked silly. And I put so much time in making this."

"I feel you, man." The guy dressed as Kuzco said. "The judge with the zits said I don't have the Groove."

"I don't know who was in charge of organizing this convention to begin with, but they picked the wrong kind of judges this year." The Tick cosplayer said.

"Yeah, and things around here are a bit boring too." The Kuzco cosplayer said. "I wish something cool would happen right now."

"MOVE!" The Behemoth shouted as he moved past the two, making them stop. They saw him run off, and then they turned their heads and saw El Tigre chasing after him.

"Where are they going?" The Kuzco cosplayer asked.

"I dunno, let's find out." The Tick cosplayer said as they followed them. In another part of the convention, two Australian guys were making their way to the stage floor. Well, it wasn't two guys. It was actually one Australian man and a puppet. One was a skinny man named Sammy J, with blonde hair, a nice suit, and he was holding a keyboard in his hand. The puppet was Randy Feltface, who was purple, and he was wearing clothes, and possibly no feet or legs. They're not actually cosplayers. They're actually musicians from Australia who were performing here for the weekend as part of their Sammy J & Randy Live US tour.

"Ugh, can you believe those thickheads?" Randy said. "Who gave them the right to criticize how I look? Who the bloody hell made those two judges in the first place?"

"Why are you so upset, Randy?" The man, Sammy J asked. "We're not even taking part of the costume contest. We're performing a couple shows here this weekend."

"That's not what's ticking me off, Sammy." The puppet, Randy Feltface said. "It's what they said that ticks me off. That woman said my eyes looked too silly, and the guy with the hat and pimples said I look like a cheap knockoff!"

"Well, you are a puppet." Sammy J said.

"But I'm a handsome puppet." Randy said.

"Even if we did enter the contest, our chances of winning are slim." Sammy J said. "Though honestly, I think I'd make a good One-Eyed Jack." Randy looked at his musician comedian friend.

"Actually, I think you'd look like a skinny Ace Savvy." Randy said. "You both do have the blonde hair."

"Yeah, but I like One-Eyed Jack better." Sammy J said. "He's my favorite character in the series."

"One-Eyed Jack is a black guy, you idiot." Randy said.

"I know that." Sammy J said. "But who's to say I can't cosplay as characters I like?"

"Do you even read comic books?" Randy asked.

"From time to time." Sammy J said. "Usually when the mood is just right." Randy let out a sigh, but then stopped and looked straight forward.

"Sammy, did they have bulls at convention centers?" Randy asked.

"No, why?" Sammy J asked.

"Because I see one coming towards us!" Randy shouted, pointing both arms out. Both of them then saw a horned brute charging towards them, carrying a Latina girl in his arm. It was the Behemoth!

"Duck And Cover, Randy!" Sammy J shouted as he and Randy screamed jumped out of the way, just as the Behemoth burst through the wall, making it outside the building. Looking around, he saw a pole, and a trailer parked in one spot. Seeing the pole, he got an idea and approached it, still holding the girl in his arm.

"Why can't you let me go, you big horned metalhead!?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Will you shut up, already?" The Behemoth asked as he got closer to the pull and lifted the girl by her hoodie. She tried to break free, but she couldn't. She continued to shout insults at the foe, who sighed.

"Ok, how can people handle your mouth." Behemoth said.

-POW-

He was met with a punch in the face by the girl. Ok, that hurt! How did that hurt? He was wearing a helmet.

"Haha!" Ronnie Anne laughed.

"Ok, then." Behemoth said with a low growl. Without a single bit of hesitation, the Behemoth tossed the girl high up into the air.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Ronnie Anne screamed, but then she found herself no longer falling as her hood caught the top of the pole, making her dangle in air.

"Well, this is embarrassing." She spoke.

"There, now you stay there while we wait for your little boyfriend to show up." Behemoth said.

"You're not gonna get away with this, megdalena!" Ronnie Anne shouted.

"Do you even know what that means?" Behemoth asked.

"Uh... jerk?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"That's not what it means." Behemoth said. "It means cupcake."

"Well, sorry, my Spanish is rusty." Ronnie Anne said.

"Hey Horn-Head!" Both turned their heads to see El Tigre, or Lincoln in this case, jumping into the scene from the hole.

"I'm right here." Lincoln spoke. Ronnie Anne's eyes widened up, seeing El Tigre right here in person.

"El Tigre?" Ronnie Anne asked. "Wait, you're back?!"

"Yeah, I'm back." El Tigre said.

"Well, it took you long enough!" Ronnie Anne shouted. From behind the hole, Sammy J and Randy lifted their heads up to see what was going on.

"Randy, you see this, don't you?" Sammy J asked.

"I don't know, my eyeballs aren't real." Randy said.

"It's El Tigre." Sammy J said. "He's facing off against someone dressed as a Final Fantasy monster."

"Oh my god, that looks like fun." Randy said with a low voice, both of them watching this whole thing.

"You really don't know when to call it quits, don't you?" Behemoth said.

"I'm not a quitter." Lincoln spoke.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to bash you even harder!" Behemoth shouted, extending his blades out. Without much thought, the Behemoth charged towards the boy, and then El Tigre charged forward as well, and as the two clashed, they both started kicking and punching each other, dodging left and right, swinging some more punches and kicks. And yes, Behemoth even picked up some of the heavy stuff outside and tossed them towards the boy. Thankfully, the boy dodged and came in for another attack. There was more punching and kicking. Yeah, the typical fighting stuff. Unbeknownst to them, Sammy J and Randy were watching this from the whole, just as the Tick cosplayer and the Kuzco cosplayer showed up.

"This is like an actual movie!" Sammy J said.

"Hey, what's going on?" The Kuzco cosplayer asked.

"El Tigre is facing against some rip-off of a Final Fantasy monster." Randy answered. Both cosplayers looked through the hole to see the fight going down.

"Hey, a nerd fight!" The Tick cosplayer said. "And it looks epic!"

"Finally, something cool is happening!" The Kuzco cosplayer said, before turning his head to call others to watch. "Hey guys, there's a cool nerd fight going on here!" Hearing him call to them, the other cosplayers made their way to the hole to see.

"Awesome!" A guy dressed as a Star Trek character said, and the cosplayers watched the fight between El Tigre and Behemoth unfold. Behemoth swung his fist down as Lincoln dodged it.

"You're not gonna get away with this!" Lincoln said.

"I already have." Behemoth said as he swung another attack, but Lincoln dodged and swung his claws, striking the foe in the side.

"It's a lose-lose situation for you." Lincoln said. "You didn't even bother stealing the glass artifact!"

"Who said I was going to steal it?" Behemoth asked. "Luring from the Museum here was part of the plan!"

"What?" Lincoln asked, before finding himself being grabbed by his tail and held into the air.

"Don't you see?" Behemoth asked. "Kidnapping your little girlfriend was only a diversion. Calamitous is already stealing the artifact, and he'll soon have his revenge!" Lincoln gasped. So kidnapping Ronnie Anne was only a diversion to allow Calamitous to steal the artifact!

"You tricked me!" Lincoln said.

"I did." Behemoth said. "Of course, I couldn't have improvised this plan without you sneaking into my office." He then slammed Lincoln into the ground two times and then tossed him right into the trailer, damaging it and leaving a big hole on the side.

"Ooooo!" The cosplayers cringed.

"That's gotta hurt." The guy in Kuzco costume said. As the dust cleared, Lincoln laid there all dizzy, hurt from the impact.

"El Tigre, Get Up!" Ronnie Anne shouted. "Get Back Up!"

-RIP-

Suddenly, she felt herself jerk a bit, hearing a little rip sound coming from her hood. It seems her hood was going to rip from being stretched on the pole tip.

"Aw, c'mon, this is my favorite hoodie!" She spoke. Lincoln began to cough, feeling dizzy from the impact that happened.

"Awww... that hurt." The boy said. He looked up and saw something looking down at him.

"Ronnie Anne?" He asked, before his vision cleared up. No, it wasn't Ronnie Anne. It was a small black cat looking down at him with its yellow feline eyes.

-MEOW-

"Oh, it's just a cat..." Lincoln said. "Wait a minute." He looked around and saw that he was in what was left of the trailer. He also saw a sign that said, Property of The Kitty, star villain of the Ace Savvy Movie. Lincoln's eyes widened, looking back at the small black cat staring at him, who didn't look happy. Holy cow, Lincoln thought. This was the Kitty's trailer! And this cat was The Kitty! If the Kitty was here, then he must be the star of the upcoming movie and was probably here for a panel. Knowing the Kitty was infamously untamed, the boy began to worry. The cat was staring at him, looking vicious.

"Uhhh... sorry about your trailer." Lincoln said nervously. "Good kitty?" The cat gave a hiss, making the boy feel worried. But then, the cat began to calmly nuzzle its head against Lincoln's face, which was a sign of affection. Wait, he's nuzzling him? Oh, he's dressed in his El Tigre suit, and El Tigre, while a tiger, is also part of the cat family. So, the Kitty must think he's a cat too. That's a relief.

"Um, thanks." Lincoln said.

"Alright, enough of this!" Both Lincoln and the cat looked up to see Behemoth approaching them, extending his horn blades. "Time to eradicate you once and for all." Lincoln began to worry again, but the Kitty jumped forward in between them, protecting the boy. The Behemoth looked at the Kitty with confusion.

"What's this?" Behemoth asked. "A cat? Aww, isn't he cute?"

-HISSSS-

A low hiss came from the Kitty's mouth, much to Behemoth's notice and worry.

"I don't think he liked how tossed me into his trailer." Lincoln said, seeing the black cat extend its sharp claws out. Yeah, it's claws were sharp.

"Uh oh." Behemoth shouted.

-RAAAOR-

The cat let out a snarling war cry and leapt at the Behemoth, attacking the brute with full force. Behemoth let out cries of agony as the cat scratched him all over.

"GAH! Get it off, get it off!" Behemoth shouted. How are the cat's claws scratching him through his armor? This wasn't any ordinary cat. The cat then snuck into the Behemoth's suit, getting him all over. How did he get into Behemoth's suit?! Who cares, he was getting him!

"Aww, get it out, get it out!" Behemoth shouted, feeling the feline crawl and scratch him inside his own suit, before bursting out of the chest like a Chestburster Alien, and then attacking him some more. The cosplayers watched what was happening.

"Oooooh, that's one bad pussycat." The guy dressed as Madea Simmons said.

"I don't wanna meet him now." The guy dressed as Ace Savvy said, hiding behind one of the cosplayers. As the dust settle, the cat jumped off of him, leaving the Behemoth dizzy and wounded, opened for an attack.

"Alright, now's my chance!" Lincoln said. He then ran away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Getting a good run up for this!" Lincoln said as he ran up the side of the building and leaped off of it, spinning around and charging up a lot of energy, and shot forward with a kick, which was his Spinning Armadillo Attack! As Behemoth shook his head, he saw El Tigre, coming at him with a fiery kick. But he was too late the stop the tiger boy.

-KICK-

The boy landed a powerful kick right into Behemoth's stomach, and the blast was so strong, it sent him flying into the air, far into the sky.

"Best Two Out of Threeeeeeeeee!" The Behemoth shouted as he was flying across the sky until he disappeared all the way up. Seeing his foe finally out of the fray, Lincoln let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, that's over." Lincoln said.

"Uh, hello?!" The boy turned his head to see the Mexican girl still dangling from the pole.

"Can you get me down now, please?" Ronnie Anne asked.

-RIP-

Suddenly, the girl felt herself jerking down a bit, and a rip was heard from her hoodie. Looking up, she saw that the fabric of her wood was beginning to rip, showing that she wasn't going to stay up on the pole for long.

"Uh oh." Ronnie Anne spoke.

-RIP-

Another rip came, and Ronnie Anne felt herself falling high from the pole towards the ground.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" The girl screamed.

"Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln cried out as he rushed in, jumped up and caught her mid-air, before sliding back to the ground with her in his arms.

"Ahh! Ah.... ah.... huh?" Ronnie Anne asked, opening her eyes and looking around. She looked up and saw that she was in the arms of El Tigre.

"Hey, are you ok?" Lincoln asked.

"Uh... eh... yeah!" Ronnie Anne said with a blush, surprised that she was saved by El Tigre.

"Good." Lincoln said, before looking back at the destroyed trailer. "Wow... they're gonna have a hard time cleaning that up." Suddenly, he heard applause. Turning around, he saw the crowd of cosplayers cheering for him.

"Hey, give it up for El Tigre!" Sammy J cheered as he played a victory tone on his keyboard.

"YEAAAAH!" Randy cheered as the cosplayers cheered with him.

"Good job, El Tigre!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer called out.

"Go El Tigre!" The small boy Lincoln saved earlier called out.

"El Tigre! El Tigre! El Tigre!" All of them chanted his name. Lincoln was a bit surprised to see all of this. He didn't think that there would be people watching this.

"Wow, I guess I put on a good show." Lincoln said.

"Yeah, you did." Ronnie Anne said.

"HEY!" Two voices shouted, getting their attention. The two turned around and saw the two judges, Eric and Betsy, running towards them and stopping, huffing and panting from running so much.

"Man, I really need to work out more." Eric said.

"You, kid in the Tiger costume!" Betsy said as she approached the boy and the girl. "You definitely got what it takes!"

"Huh?" Lincoln asked.

"Well, duh, the costume!" Eric said. "You are hereby officially King of the Con!"

"Awwww!" The cosplayers shouted in disappointment. Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, you mean that costume competition?" Lincoln asked. "Actually, I'm not here for the contest. I'm here for-" Suddenly, both judges gasped in horror, looking at the destroyed trailer.

"The Kitty's Trailer!" Betsy shouted, and then looked at El Tigre. "YOU!"

"Me?" Lincoln asked.

"Yes You!" Betsy shouted angerly. "You destroyed the Kitty's Trailer!"

"Uh, no I didn't." Lincoln said.

"Then how do you explain that?!" Betsy asked, pointing at the destroyed trailer. "And you're the only one here! Well, both of you are, actually."

"Hey, hold on a second, lady!" Ronnie Anne shouted. "El Tigre was just in a fierce battle with some psychobrute, and that psychobrute's the one who pretty much destroyed the trailer."

"Oh really?" Eric asked. "Where's your proof?"

"That would be us!" The two judges turned their heads to see the cosplayers, looking angry.

"That's right, El Tigre just had a fight with that crazy horned freak, and he tossed El Tigre into the trailer!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer shouted.

"Yeah, and not only that, but you also can't just decide who automatically wins the Costume Contest before the show starts!" The Kuzco cosplayer called out. "It hasn't even started yet!"

"Ok, you listen here, you-" Betsy said, before looking around and noticed that something was missing.

"Wait, where's the Kitty?!" She asked. Suddenly, something jumped on top of Eric's head, and it was the little black cat himself.

"Oh, here he is." Eric said.

-SNARL-

Without hesitating, the black cat let out a snarl, which meant it was ready for attack.

"Uh oh..." Eric said, and then, the cat began to attack him, pulling him into a dust cloud of scratches and hissing, while he was screaming for life. The woman judge tried to intervene, but the cat pulled her in too, and continued to attack them both. Both Lincoln and Ronnie Anne looked at what was happening with confusion.

"I'm glad I don't have a cat." Ronnie Anne said.

"I'm glad you don't either." Lincoln said. After a while, the woman judge managed to grab ahold of the cat and pinned him down with her foot.

"Gotcha, you little feline!" She shouted, pinning the poor creature with her foot.

"Ok, time to go back into your kennel, you little freak!" Eric said, pulling out what appeared to be a stick from his side. "Don't make me use this!"

-GASP-

The cosplayers gasped at what they were seeing. The two judges just pinned a cat down with a foot and threatened to beat it!

"They're threatening the Kitty with a hammer!" Sammy J shouted.

"That's Animal Cruelty!" The Ace Savvy cosplayer called out. Betsy looked down and realized her foot was pinning The Kitty. She gasped and released her foot off of the cat.

"No, no, it's not what it looks like!" Betsy shouted.

"Then how do you explain the hammer, baby?!" an Austin Powers cosplayer called out.

"Hammer?" Eric asked. "What are you talking about?" Betsy looked at him and gasped.

"Eric, you pulled out the wrong stick!" She said, pointing to the object Eric was wielding. He looked at the object in his hand, and realized that it wasn't a stick, but a long hammer! Oh crap, he thought. He looked back at the crowd, who were all glaring at him.

"No, no, no, it's not a hammer!" Eric said. "It's a... a... a prop! Yeah, it's a stage prop! See?!" He then tosses it towards one of the windows.

-CRASH-

It burst through the window and struck someone behind the window.

"My Leg!" The poor guy shouted. "I'm bleeding through my leg! Who threw this hammer at me?!" Eric froze. Yeah, he shouldn't have done that.

"Ok, it wasn't really a prop." Eric said. "It was a real hammer." The crowd of cosplayers gasped again.

"They Admit It!" A guy in a Spider-Man outfit shouted.

"EVIL!" The man dressed as Mermaid Man shouted.

"You both will pay dearly for defiling the villain star of the Ace Savvy Movie!" The black girl in the robot pirate outfit shouted, pulling out her sword. The crowd was agreeing with her, all of them getting heated by the two judges.

"Aw, c'mon!" Betsy shouted. "I bet a lot of you don't like cats either!"

"Yeah, and by the way, you guys have the worst costumes ever!" Eric shouted. "I've seen better costumes in spoof movies!" The cosplayers gasped again.

"How Dare You!" Randy shouted dramatically.

"Oh, hell no!" The guy in the Madea Simmons costume shouted. "You both are gonna get it now, boy!"

"Yeah!" A guy dressed as Han Solo holding a bushy dog shouted and clicked his toy gun. "C'mon, Chewie, let's teach these bozos a thing or two!"

"BARK BARK!" The dog barked. Yeah, he was talking to the dog.

"Did you just seriously call your dog Chewie?" Betsy asked confused.

"Yeah, that's his real name." The guy in the Han Solo outfit said. "And he does chew. A lot." The dog barked once more. After a short moment, Eric laughed.

"Wow, that must be his bitch, then." He spoke.

-GASP-

The crowd gasped again, hearing that. Even Betsy gasped hearing that.

"What did you just call me, punk?" The Han Solo cosplayer asked.

"He called Han Solo the B word!" The guy in the Mermaid Man outfit shouted.

"No kidding, sherlock." The old Barnacle Boy cosplayer said. The male judge gasped, realizing his error.

"No, no, I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about the dog-" Eric shouted as Betsy face-palmed herself. But it was too late, as a tall guy emerged from the crowd. It was the guy dressed as The Tick, and he was not happy.

"We have one rule here in comic conventions, and it's this." The Tick guy said. "No One Calls Han Solo a Bitch!"

"Yeah, Baby, Yeah!" The guy dressed as Austin Powers called out.

"Let's catch us some judges, y'all!" A Prince cosplayer called out.

"Get 'Em!" An elderly woman cosplayer shouted, and just like that, the crowd of cosplayers charged towards the two, who both screamed as the crowd was moving in to attack.

"WAIT!" Another cosplayer emerged, stepping in between, causing the group of cosplayers to stop. The guy was dressed in a black suit with a black tie, and he had stylish hair like James Bond.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please." The cosplayer said. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet."

"Who are you?" The guy dressed as The Tick asked.

"The name's Steele." The man said, straightening up his suit. "David Steele. Now everyone, let us settle this logically." He then pulled out what appears to be a lasso gun, and the shoots a tangle rope towards the two judges, wrapping them up, tying them together and causing them to fall to the ground.

"Ok, now you can proceed." The David Steele cosplayer spoke, stepping aside, allowing the angry crowd to continue.

"Wait what?!" The two judges asked, frightened by what was going to happen next.

"Alright, let's get them!" The Tick cosplayer called out.

"Yeah, for El Tigre and the Kitty!" The Kuzco cosplayer called out. And then the cosplayers charged toward the judges, both of them screaming as the crowd jumped on them. There was a lot of scuffling, and probably a couple of kicks and punches. Don't worry, they weren't mauling the two. The crowd of cosplayers lifted the judges up and tied them to the pole and lifted them high into the air, leaving them dangling a few feet below the ground as the crowd of cosplayers began to cheer and laugh at the two, satisfied that Han Solo's name was avenged. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne watched all this unfold with a lot of confusion. Wow. Comic-Con can be very crazy.

"Wow... why do I suddenly feel satisfied watching all of this?" Lincoln asked himself.

"You can feel satisfied later." Ronnie Anne said. "Can we go?"

"Uh, yeah, good idea." Lincoln said as he took off with the girl in his arms, leaving the two judges at the mercy of the cosplayers. The only ones who weren't participating in this were Sammy J and Randy, who were both watching this chaos unfold.

"Crikey." Sammy J said. "Comic Conventions is crazy here in America."

"Yeah, but I like it, especially stuff like this." Randy said.

"Should we call security?" Sammy J asked.

"Not yet." Randy said. "This is getting good." Sammy shrugged and the two continued to watch the crowd cheer as the judges dangled from the pole.

"I hate Comic Conventions..." Betsy said with a growl.

"Well, at least we're not pooper scoopers, right?" Eric said with a hopeful smile, with Betsy glaring at her fellow judge. "What? I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"I hate you too." She spoke.

"I know." Eric said, losing his smile. Meanwhile, no one noticed this, but the Kitty was eating some cat food and was joyfully watching all of this from the hole of the trailer. Turns out he was not harmed during all of this. He snuck away before the judges even pinned their feet on him, and the cat that the judges had pinned was just a bushy black wig that someone dropped a while ago and rolled towards them. Yeah, he's a sneaky little devil, isn't he?

"Aren't I a stinka'?" The Kitty said with a hissy laugh.

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And so, Lincoln follows the Behemoth to the comic convention to save Ronnie Anne and gets an unlikely feline to help him. Also, a pair of judges, who are named after their voice actors, also anger the cosplayers. Three lessons are learned from all of this
01. Never destroy a famous star's trailer.
02. Never threaten an animal, even if it attacks you
03. Never, and I mean Never call Han Solo a bitch. (I will give a smiley face to anyone who knows which movie this joke came from)

Yes, I smudged a shortened and altered take of Kings of the Con in this story. Yeah, I didn't like the episode either, mostly because it ignored the character development from the previous seasons, and, I don't know, everyone seemed to be out of character. I think there were some episodes after season 3 that did that. I can't remember.
Again, let's not get all angry, and put flames of hate in the comments, alright?

Hope you like it. I may have been inspired by the convention scene from Ted 2. And I inserted Sammy J and Randy in here too. I saw some of their videos a while back and thought to include them as cameos.
Next part will be coming up soon, and then, the final battle begins.

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