Meanwhile, Jazz was out on her own in the spooky forest, looking for her friend Pipsqueak. "Hello? Pipsqueak?" Jazz asked. "Hope yourself. I'm running away" She called as she continued. "Poor me. That Archimedes. He doesn't understand about Mickey, Rabbit, and Sneezy's imagination or fantasy. I'll never use my imagine again. But what am I going to do?" As she sighs sadly, Megavolt, Bushroot, Liquidator and Quackerjack, who'd lurk unseen in the shadows, then suddenly, appeared behind her. "Poor child." Bushroot said. "Poor sweet child." Liquidator said. "Hmm... If only..." Quackerjack said.