Outer space. There is a distant flash of light, from which four glowing objects emerge and approach Earth, three peel off while the fourth heads straight for the planet. A camera shift reveals it to be long and cylindrical, something like a missile in shape, with several trailing tentacles. Cut to the night sky, where a fireworks show is in full swing. Pull back to show the area as the waterfront; the craft's brilliant streak descends past the display and below the horizon. Pan to a nearby carnival: Ferris wheel, roller coaster, games, the usual. Close-up of one of the wheel's cars, which holds Robin and Starfire. She watches the pyrotechnics with complete awe and sighs blissfully.
Starfire: Beautiful. Tell me again what they are called.
Robin: Fireworks.
A few more go off.
Starfire: On my home planet, such explosions would mean the Gordanians were attacking. You are certain Earth is not under attack?
Robin: Positive. Cotton candy?
He holds the pink stuff out to her.
Starfire: The last time I ate a ball of cotton, it was white. And it did not taste very-
Robin: -This is different.
He pulls off a wad and pops it into his mouth; cautiously, she follows suit and realises it is indeed different from the cotton ball.
Starfire: Mmmm... It vanished!
Robin: Yeah. It'll do that.
Starfire: When I first came to this planet, I did not think I would ever fit in. Earth was full of strange things. But now, I see that-
Robin: -Here comes the finale! Yes!
In the sky, the display has turned into a fusillade of redoubled intensity.
Robin: Whoo-hoo-hoo! Amazing!
Starfire: Earth is full of amazing things, too.
Robin: Best planet I've ever been to.
The craft seen in space sweeps past the Ferris wheel and yanks Starfire from her seat in its tentacles; she is carried screaming into the sky.
Robin: STARFIRE!
The carnival is now in the distant background. Starfire struggles against the hold on her.
Starfire: Wherever you are taking me, I do not wish to go!
She fires a starbolt at the tentacles' base; the craft stops in midair, crackling all over with the energy of the shot, and she extricates herself and bugs out. The device goes after her. From here, cut to an overhead shot of the carnival game booths, then to a close-up of several bottles set up for the old ring-toss game. A ring is thrown into view, bouncing off the neck of a bottle as a near miss; the next one rattles down on target. Tilt up to the counter, to the sound of Beast Boy's laughter. He and Cyborg have been playing.
Cyborg: Boo-yah!
Beast Boy: Sweet!
They trade a high five. Cut to outside the booth as Beast Boy is handed his prize, a huge stuffed chicken. Raven leans against a post, her arms crossed and her expression showing her low opinion of the whole exercise.
Beast Boy: Told you we'd win you a prize.
He gives her the toy and it bawks.
Raven: A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.
y/n walks over and she lights up- on the inside that is. He passes her a drink.
y/n: Everything alright?
Raven: Of course. Why?
y/n: We're at a carnival and you're sitting on the sidelines.
Raven: It's just...
y/n: Not really your scene?
Raven smiles at him.
Raven: Exactly.
y/n: Okay... how about you and me go do something?
Raven: I... uhh... I'd love t-
Robin lands nearby, in a crouch.
Robin: Titans! Trouble!
Cyborg: Where's Starfire?
Robin: That's the trouble.
He runs off; Raven tosses the chicken aside in frustration and all four follow him. y/n pulls his helmet over his dome and plays footage of similar foes in his head. Reaching the end of the pier, they look over the bay and see a scintillating object plummet straight toward the waves. It resolves into Starfire as she pulls up sharply to skim the surface, leaving a broad wake behind herself. The craft is hot on her tail. She looks back over her shoulder, gasps, and sidesteps to avoid a lashing tentacle; turning onto her back, she throws a couple of starbolts that hit the nose without effect.
Starfire: No more chasing now, please!
A flip to face forward again, and she is off like a shot. She angles herself toward the pier and flies neatly through the other five Titans; the pursuer does likewise.
Beast Boy: Who's her new best friend?
Robin: Don't know... but I can't wait to meet him.
The chase loops around the Ferris wheel and back to the pier, where Starfire stops just behind the rest of the team. Beast Boy is first to attack, leaping high and turning into an alligator to bite at the tentacles' bases, just barely missing. Raven levitates a nearby hot dog cart and heaves it at the oncoming vehicle, which crashes right through it. As the thing races past Cyborg, he grabs the tentacles and hauls on them with all his strength. Ever so slowly, he is dragged forward a few feet before bringing the craft to a stop.
Cyborg: Don't know what you did to make this thing mad, Star, but it couldn't hurt to apologize!
Starfire: I am...sorry?
The tentacles yank themselves out of his grip. y/n grabs onto a tentacle and begins to climb up it. It tries to shake him off like a rodeo bull. He gets to the end of the line and draws a knife- beginning to stab at whatever it was he was fighting. The others watch in anticipation but other tentacles grab him and throw him into the water. Robin whips out his staff, extends it, and goes on the offensive; a mighty swing reverberates against the nose and drives the craft back. It tumbles over the guardrails as he lands and puts the weapon away. Beast Boy, back in human form, looks down after it; a loud splash is heard from down.
Beast Boy: So, did we just win?
The thing crashes up through the planks at the Titans' feet to answer that one with a big fat no. Robin vaults onto the nose.
Robin: Don't see an OFF switch. Guess I'll have to make one.
His fist flies down and smashes through it, and he pulls out a handful of wiring underneath. Sparks fly from the broken connections; pull back as he jumps free. The craft veers hopelessly out of control, rising higher and higher toward the stratosphere, and finally explodes in a mighty conflagration among the fireworks that are still going off. Robin lands next to Starfire.
Robin: Whatever that thing was, it can't hurt you now.
Starfire: But...why did it wish to hurt me at all?
Raven: Guys... where's y/n?
y/n emerges from the water, sopping wet.
y/n: Anybody got a towel?
