"Just as I sensed."
Robin's expression turned grave.
"The distorted noise blanketing Dreamville has grown even more piercing."
"Mm." Mika nodded.
"Call it bewitchment or manipulation—that noise has found its way into the cracks in people's hearts."
"The Nameless asked the Planet of Festivities' family border guards to destroy any banana helpers they saw, along with anything connected to the Sleepy Banana Monkeys. It seems even that is nowhere near enough..."
Robin turned to Mika for his opinion. "Mr. Mika, you know Dreamville better than anyone here. What do you suggest?"
"Mm."
"Time is short, so I'll skip the formalities."
Mika looked at everyone.
"Banana helpers are still operating in secret throughout Dreamville, searching for residents who haven't turned into monkeys yet and pushing them over the edge."
"Until Mr. Yan Huan finishes his task, we need to buy as much time as we can."
"And Miss Robin..." Mika turned to Robin and said earnestly:
"You may be the key to resolving this crisis."
"We need to discuss that in detail. Mr. Boothill and Miss March 7th, please go ahead and get started."
"Got it!" March 7th straightened up at once and pulled out her longbow. "I promise I won't mess up this time!"
"We just take out the banana helpers causing trouble, right?" Boothill drew his gun and glared into the distance.
"Those darn Dreamy Ensemble creeps are like weeds. Cut one batch down and another pops right up!"
With their assignment in hand, March 7th and Boothill left the little square and charged into the street.
Before long, they spotted a banana helper loitering there, trying to sway several residents.
At the residents' feet stood a very familiar Sleepy Banana Monkey.
"Wait, Montana?!" March 7th's eyes widened.
The Sleepy Banana Monkeys that had been killed had already been