Ch. 1 Story Version

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The Dread-Yacht 2.0. flies up to the massive cloud of gray Mist. Everyone is crammed into the cabin.

Bad Karma's hair and eyes ignite with purple flames. She lunges for the steering wheel as SEGA's The Deadly Six plays. "Let's fly right into it!"

The Sheep Mage lunges for her as Blizzard's innkeeper music from Mists of Pandaria is added to The Deadly Six. "Don't!"

"Malun," Flynn curses, putting himself between her and the steering wheel. "I won't fly into it! Sheesh!" He spins it, putting it on an incline. Everyone else is knocked over, Karma's fire extinguishing. He squeezes his ship between two converging Mist probes, tilts it back to a stable angle, spares a glance at them. "And that is why I'm the greatest pilot in all of Skylands!" His eyes glaze over, a smile creeping across his face. "Oh yeah..." he takes his hands off the steering wheel. "here it comes..." he stretches his arms. "BOOM!"

Lightning flashes inside the Mist, echoing him.

The Sheep Mage stabs the floor with his staff and stretches his puppet to Buzz, who exclaims: "Will all of you quit that chaotic clownery and pull around to the side?! We need to get a better view of it."

"Righty-o!" Flynn kicks the ship back into gear, once again knocking everyone over.

The sheep eccentric hooks his staff around the cabin's corner. The wild card grabs his ankle before she flies off the stern, the general doing the same to her.

The ship's bow and stern level out, launching the screaming trio into the sky.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

They crash onto the deck, gasping for breath.

Buzz, who landed right in front of the cabin, slowly gets up with his cane. He looks at the cloud, eye widening, jaw dropping. "By the Seven..."

All music fades away, making way for the orchestral cover of Undefeatable. An electric guitar riff can barely be made out.

The Sheep Mage and Karma make their way towards the gawking general from the starboard and port sides, respectively. They stare in awe at the Mist, thrice the darkened Academy's size.

Several probes zip towards them. They dive out of the way, get up to see the rest of it drifting in the opposite direction.

"Looks like it's splitting up," Buzz remarks. "Which part do we follow?"

The wild card's hair and eyes ignite with green flames. She holds a Clubs card above her. The light reflects off it, pointing to where the probes are going. She sheathes it. "That one."

The sheep eccentric sighs. "For once, I agree with Karma. That strand is heading to the annual Sheepapalooza, and Baaa-la the Fluffy won't be happy if their worshippers get hurt."

The pilot joins them, shrugging. "Uh, sure, what he said." The general gives him the side-eye. He quickly adds: "We can also send some churros to the others at the Spell Punk Library."

Buzz slowly nods. "Son, you're finally starting to think like a Skylander." He hobbles below deck. "Onwards to Sheepapalooza!"

Flynn returns to the cabin, eyebrows furrowing as the others join the general. He turns the ship around, wondering out loud: "'Son?'"

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Night has fallen by the time the Dread-Yacht 2.0. reaches Sheepapalooza. From rides to food stands to minigames, everything is decked out in sheep decorations. There are even some grazing spots for visiting sheep. In the center of the fair is a sheep Ferris wheel. Just beyond it is a grand amphitheater.

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