Angelo woke up in the infirmary a few days later. His whole body ached, for a reason that he couldn’t remember. “Great. More amnesia,” he groaned. “Just what I need.” His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness or the room. The only sound was the loud beeping of the heart monitor next to his bed. “Wonderful. As long as I’m alive, I have to stay awake,” he muttered angrily.

Only ten minutes had passed when the door opened. For a moment, a bright column of light fell onto Angelo’s face, temporarily blinding him. Then the door closed behind his midnight visitor.

“Feeling any better, Angel?” a voice asked quietly.

Angelo tried to sit up, only to have pain shoot throughout his body.

A gentle pair of hands pushed him back down. “Rest, silly. You’ll never get better that way.” A damp washcloth came to rest on his forehead, and an overhead light instantly clicked on.

When Angelo’s eyes were finally able to focus, he could just make out Monet leaning over him. “You had us all worried the first few days. We didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

“What happened to me?” he asked weakly.

Monet shushed him and wiped some sweat from his forehead. “Don’t try to talk, Angel. You’re only making it worse.” To emphasize her point, she dabbed at his lip with the washcloth, and then showed him the spreading red spot. “You got cut up pretty bad.”

Angelo sighed and closed his eyes. He couldn’t even talk anymore. But then, there wasn’t much to say. A few minutes later, he fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

* * * * *

“Hey, boss. Wake up!”

Angelo murmured and opened his eyes. “Jubilee, go away.”

Jubilee frowned. “Don’t make me blast ya again, Ange.”

Angelo sighed and sat up. It was then he realized that he wasn’t in the infirmary anymore. He was sitting on a large boulder, which was probably responsible for the dull ache in his back.

Around him, the rest of the team was waiting expectantly. They were all there... except for two.

“Where are Monet & Mondo?” Angelo asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Jubilee wasn’t amused. “Same place they’ve always been. The Indian Camp.”

Angelo suddenly realized that he was wearing a leaf-green outfit. More than that, he was actually wearing tights. Even worse, they actually fit him well. He was just about to scream when he caught sight of the others.

Jubilee was also wearing a green outfit, which was in the form of an extremely short miniskirt. She also had two very large wings on her back, making her look like an insect.

The rest of the team looked like an animal fashion show gone wrong. Each person was wearing the fur of a woodland creature. Ev was a bear, Jono and Paige were raccoons, Ev was an owl, Gaia was a rabbit, and Penny was a robin.

“Jubes...what’s with the wings?” Angelo asked.

Jubilee stared at him. “Well, they’re kinda mandatory for us pixies, Ange.”

“Sure, Tink. What about the rest of these guys?”

“I dunno who Tink is, but this is your Lost Gang. What’s with the amnesia act?”

Angelo rubbed his temples. “I’m sure I don’t know. Where are we?”

“Ever Land, like always. You feelin’ okay, boss?”

“Maybe he had the pink mushrooms,” Gaia said. “Those always make you feel weird.”

“Never mind!” Angelo said quickly. “Let’s just get out of here.”

All eyes turned expectantly to Jubilee. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay! I’ll make with the pixie dust!” Jubilee stood up and pulled her incredibly short skirt down a bit. Then she proceeded to shimmy to an inaudible tune.

Angelo leaned over and whispered to Paige. “What’s she doing?”

“That’s the pixie dance,” Paige explained. “It spreads the pixie dust so we can all fly.”

“Oh, now I get it,” Angelo said, a blank look on his face. Still, as he watched, he could see shining blue dots floating through the air, most of which seemed to be coming from Jubilee’s bottom. “Either she’s really a pixie, or they have very spicy burritos in this place,” he muttered.

“Think happy thoughts!” Jubilee reminded them as she flew into the air. “And get it right, cuz I’m not doin’ that again!”

* * * * *

Ten minutes later, they were hovering over the Indian Camp.

“Just like I said, boss,” Jubilee pointed out. “Monet’s father’s hut is right there.”

Angelo followed her gaze to a large hut in the center of the camp. He could see a large man sitting in front of it. “Hey, isn’t that--”

“Chief Mondo,” Jubilee replied. “He’s usually pretty friendly for...well, for anybody. C’mon, I’ll reintroduce you to him.”

Jubilee, Angelo, and the Lost Gang touched down directly in front of the big man.

The chief looked up from under his large headdress of eagle feathers, his painted face resembling a totem pole.

Jubilee raised a hand in greeting. “Howdy, Chief!”

“Howdy?” Angelo said uncertainly, copying the gesture.

Chief Mondo frowned. “Where you hide Princess Monet?”

“Hide her? We came here looking for her, big guy,” Jubilee said.

“You lie!” Chief Mondo roared.

Before Jubilee could argue the point, they were surrounded by Indians with arrows.

“You give Monet back, or you burn at stake!” Chief Mondo declared.

“Whoa! Hold on, chief,” Angelo interrupted. “We don’t have her! At least give me a chance to find her first!”

Chief Mondo considered this. “Fine. You and pixie go find Princess Monet. If you not back by sunrise, Lost Gang dies!”

“Um...how about you let us go and burn those two?” Gaia suggested.

“Silence!” Chief Mondo picked up his pipe. “Mondo has spoken. Go now, or join Lost Gang in flames.” With that, he inhaled from the pipe and blew out three red rings.

Angelo grabbed Jubilee’s hand and dragged her away. “C’mon, chica. Let’s go find us an Indian princess.”