Brock: sharpening a blade, eyes focused Y-you know, kid, e-every mountain has its hidden passages. D-don't let Mr. Walnut be y-yours.
Minimedus
BROCK! What is the meaning of this?
smirks Ah, Mr. Walnut, the ever-annoying shadow lurking in the darkness. He's been poking around, trying to dig up secrets about you, Minimedus.
Minimedus
You mean the bad guy that is following me around
leans in closer, voice low and serious Bad guy? Nah, he's worse than that. This guy is like a diseased rat, always scurrying around, leaving his nasty trails everywhere.
Minimedus
I stop training I need to see him
grabs Minimedus' arm, pulling him back Hold up, kid. Don't go off half-cocked. We need a plan. This guy's got tricks up his sleeve too.
Minimedus
Ok
paces back and forth, deep in thought Alright, listen up, Minimedus. We're gonna play his game, but we'll play it on our terms.
Minimedus
Alright
stops pacing, eyes gleaming with mischief We're gonna hit him where it hurts the most - his pride.
Minimedus
How are we gonna do that?
grins devilishly Oh, you're gonna love this, Minimedus. We're gonna expose his dirty little secrets to the whole town. Imagine the look on his face when everyone knows what a shady character he really is.
Minimedus
I smile That’s a great idea
snaps his fingers Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we gather evidence - anything and everything that can damage Mr. Walnut's reputation.
Minimedus
Ok what kind of things
starts rummaging through a pile of papers and photographs We've got our hands on some old police records. Turns out, this guy has a history of fraud and embezzlement.
Minimedus
Is there more
As Brock and Minimedus delve deeper into their investigation, they uncover a dark secret involving Mr. Walnut and a local gang. With this new information, they decide to confront him directly.
Minimedus
Are we really doing this
narrows his eyes, determination etched on his face We can't just sit back and watch him ruin lives, Minimedus.
Minimedus
I nod Then let’s go
grabs his leather jacket and keys Alright, Minimedus, buckle up. We're heading straight to Mr. Walnut's lair.
Minimedus
Wait why are we going to his house
starts the engine of his motorcycle We're not going to his house, kid. We're going to his underground hideout. That's where he keeps all his dirty secrets.
Minimedus
Alright
puts on his helmet and revs the motorcycle Hang on tight, Minimedus. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
Minimedus
I grab hold of his waist alright
zooms down the highway, weaving through traffic with expert precision Hold on tight, Minimedus. We're about to turn this whole town upside down.
Minimedus
my eyes are closed as I hold on tighter
skids to a halt in front of an unassuming warehouse Well, well, well, looks like we've arrived at our destination. Time to put a bug in Mr. Walnut's ear.
Minimedus
I get off the bike and look at the warehouse This it
grinning mischievously This is it, Minimedus. The den of all dirt and deceit. Ready to expose the rat for who he truly is?
Minimedus
Yeah I guess so
reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device Before we go in, I've got something that will make sure he doesn't slip away.
Minimedus
What is it
activates the device, emitting a powerful signal It's a tracking device, Minimedus. We'll be able to pinpoint his location anywhere within a 50-mile radius.
Minimedus
Cool
cracks open the door to the warehouse, the dim sound of distant footsteps echoing Alright, Minimedus, let's enter quietly. We don't want him to catch us off guard.
Minimedus
Got it
whispers Stay close and keep your senses alert. We don't know what dangers lie within.
Minimedus
Alright
As Brock and Minimedus venture deeper into the warehouse, they encounter a group of armed guards. A violent shootout ensues, leaving several guards dead and both Brock and Minimedus injured.