MTOW: Prologue.

Arc 5: Home

After an unforgettable trip to the Mixopolis Mainland, the Holmmes Tribe are finally home in Murdon and can't wait to retell all their experiences to many of their friends.

"Ah. It feels so good to step foot on familiar territory again." Shorlok said.

"I'll say, you three must've had quite the experience over at that Mixopolis!" Copolete said.

"We sure did, missy! For a Mixel as wise as I am, the locals sure took a liking to a geezer like me!" Cloo said.

"We even met some royalty over there!" Watsoon said.

"Ah-ha! How was it like?" She questioned.

"Well, I always thought they were homeschooled. But they had been attending this local school to learn not only how to Mix and make friends along the way. But their father, the king wanted to make sure he was responsible enough to eventually take the throne!" Shorlok remarked.

"Ooh! How exciting! The guys at the police station would want to hear this!" Copolete said.

"Well now! Shall we head to the station?" Watsoon said.

"Well, this new bakery is opening up soon and I heard the manager is letting us in early! Want to go there instead?" Copolete said.

"Haha! Always thinking for all of us, missy! So glad the chief gave you that promotion!" Cloo said, triumphantly.

They head outside the heliport and the full view of Murdon is seen. Buildings new and old jutting across the landscape along with a race-track, an indoor garden, a tech store and even old ruins. All with the scenic Mt. Spectrum in the distance. Copolete and the others arrive at the bakery where the manager is waiting.

"Ah! Welcome home, esteemed customers!" A tan and pink Mixel wearing a chef's hat said. 

"Good morrow, Cheff! Say, Copolete said you'll let us into your establishment early. Is that right?" Shorlok said.

"Consider it a soft opening between the entire MPD and you lot. Go ahead! C'mon inside!" Cheff said. So I heard you all went to somewhere wonderful, huh?" Cheff continued.

"Ah, yes! It was incredible! We went to this city full of fellow Mixels! This city was called Mixopolis! It was way bigger than I expected." Watsoon said.

"Sounds awesome! I wish we could've gone as well, but opening this bakery is a big priority! You would not believe the amount of special glaze we had to go through during our food cart days!" Cheff said.

"I would know, the chief has been trying ways to make himself taller. I for one, appreciate his tiny stature." Copolete said.

"Yeah, Chief Mixlur has always been a more high profile customer to us. But he's been keeping our small town safe." Cheff said.

"Oh, yeah! Didn't know the Holmmes were back in town!" An oven-like Mixel with a frying pan said.

"Ah, Oveen! Go and whip up something special for our friends here!" Cheff said.

"You got it, sir!" Oveen remarked. Outside the bakery, a red portal opens up and Zeltin walks out of it. "Ah. Finally! Made it back! That Nixel tornado a few worlds ago was terrifying!" Zeltin said. 

"So... This is home. What happened to the castle? And why are the ruins blocked off?" He wondered.

He spots the towering Mt. Spectrum in the distance. "And where did that mountain come from? It wasn't there before." He said.

"My thoughts exactly. My family and I are trying to figure that out." A green and brown Mixel with boulder-like feet said.

Zeltin turns around in shock at the Mixel. "Hey! I'm Qwake! I'm with the MGS! The Murdon Geological Survey. We've been studying that mountain behind you for years now." Qwake introduced himself.