Garry and Psy are seen walking through the town, the latter holding a few letters in his hands.

Garry: Why'd you need me of all people to accompany you? Why not Jamie? Or Cherry. Or Seb? Even Akari would make more sense. She knows Tae Kwan D'OH!

Garry performs a few karate chops, his hand hitting a wall when he was finishing his sentence.

Garry: Ow... Dammit!
Psy: I know they're on way better terms with me, but Jamie's busy dealing with some argument between Selina and Winter, Seb's with Aria at a carnival, Cherry's a bit nervous around the area, and Akari... She just said no.
Garry: Why not drag her along?

Psy rubs his own temple in annoyance. Garry was a bit dense at the worst time possible. It was almost a bad habit.

Psy: She'd break my nose faster than I can say "Nostrils". Besides, everyone in this place hates you so much, there's an aversion, so that helps me out. Plus, you're going to the post office too.
Garry: I take offense to the aversion bit.
Psy: Can't help there, Baldi McNoNosehair.
Garry: SHUT IT, LOCKSWORTH!

Psy proceeds to light Garry's head on fire.

Garry: OwowowowowwWww...

Garry removes the charred remains of his cranium, as a new head regrows. The ashes that were once the former head are tossed into a dumpster.

Garry: Well, at least we're here.

The bald narcissist opens the glass doors to the Post Office, and looks around.

Garry: Why did you need company anyways? Can't you portal in and out?
Psy: Can't. That Postmaster General guy gave me some sort of warning against it. And besides, last time I was here... This guy tried dragging me into an alleyway.
Garry: At least I'm not the most hated here. That reassures me.

Psy slaps Garry for that remark, causing his face to cave in.

Garry: Mfff hm hgn ffffmmmf!

Garry reaches into his head, and pulls his face back out, and into normal position.

Garry: Jeez, relax! I'll check out those new bounty board they have at the mailboxes. That's what I'm here for anyways...
Psy: You do that. I'll be getting these mailed. (Mutters) Damn Town Committee had to remove the local mailboxes...

Garry storms over to a Wanted Board, showing various different criminals and offenders.

Garry, thinking: Keith T. Maxwell, Trent P. MacBluffin, Nemuri Fujita, Mekant Orrsk, Amanda Pane, John Rootbeer, I.P. Freely, Mkkt Bkkt, Ludwig Kayana, Koronova-

Garry stares at the photo above the name. Cyan hair, dark skin, a somewhat flirty smile, strange gold goggles, some sort of gold bandana and a white bodysuit.

Garry: Bounty, 100,000. Wanted for several counts of Vigilantism, Attacking an Officer, possible illegal possession of NASA Technology... That's a high count. But, can't say no to a free 100 grand.

The "Bootleg Baldi" took a photo of Koronova's bounty, and headed over to show Psy.

Garry: Hey, Psy. Check it!
Psy: What.

Garry shows the photo to the Blindfold-Bearing teen.

Psy: "Koronova"?
Garry: Yeah. She's wanted alive for 100K. And she's has no counts of causing death!
Psy: Woah... that's- Who puts these-
Garry: I know right? Apparently, she's some vigilante wanted for constantly proving her superiority to the former football brutes we call the Police! Hah!

A package flies at Garry's head, and knocks him on the floor.

Garry: Ow...

A brute-like, annoyed, dark skinned man standing at 5'11 walks over, and picked the package up.

???: Don't try undermining the force because some damned vigilante keeps bugging us.

The man walked off, with the package.

???: Good thing I didn't bring no fragile objects.
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Psy: You are a new class of idiot, Garry.
Garry: Think about it, Psycho. It's an easy 100 Grand! I could outclass that chick in brains alone! And besides, she's probably so much of an airheaded bimbo that I might as well convince her to turn herself in!
Psy: You don't know that. And she's gotta be smart of she's evading the cops. Not even detectives can track her.
Garry: Alright. I may be underestimating her, but I bet you she can't evade the Grrrreat Garry Stue!

Out of nowhere, lightning comes down, and hits Garry on the top of his head, charring it.

Garry: Ow.
Psy: Somehow, it's both sad, and cool that you've built up a resistance to that kind of thing.
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Garry: "New Class of idiot". Hah. I'll show him. And I am never giving him a penny of that bounty I'm gonna earn. Mark my words!

Garry rummages throughout some boxes in a cupboard.

Garry: Figures. The one time I have a use for that giant Glue Gun, someone's taken it.

Mari: Hey, Garry. Put your hands in the air.
Garry: I don't have time for this, Maski-

Before Garry could finish his nickname for Mari, he was hit with a massive glob of glue.

Garry: Why are you like this?!
Mari: You gotta admit, that was pretty funny.

The Glue Gun is teleported out of Mari's hands, and into the cupboard.

Seb: Can't argue there!

The Rewriting Chibi is shown standing on the table, snickering, and holding a notepad, while being headpatted by Aria, who's holding back a bit of laughter from seeing the whole ordeal alongside her tiny BF.

Aria: Why did we even get that glue gun to begin with?
Garry: I hate you all...

Meanwhile, Akari Kokoro stared at the scene, smiling ever so slightly, a small chuckle slipping out of her mouth.
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A few hours later...

Garry: Alright, time for some huntin'!

Garry puts a glue cartridge in the comically large Glue Dispenser, and coats the ground in front of him with the hot adhesive.

Garry: Try getting by this, Koronova!
???: Usually, I like to give a challenge to my pursuers, but I suppose I could play someone else's little game~

Garry stares up at the source of the voice. The silhouette of his target was right there, on the roof of the office building behind him. Same hair, goggles, and bodysuit.

Garry, mockingly: What are you, a dominatrix?
Koronova: What.
Garry: At least I know you didn't purposely go for that look. Then again, you could've had inspiration and-

Koronova leaped from the building, and stomped right on Garry's head in retaliation.

Garry: Agh-?!?

Garry fixed his head's position to glare at Koronova, only to see a shocking sight. She was floating?!

Garry: What-?! Okay, that is OP.
Koronova: You'd be surprised what people can do when given the right supplies. And fewer monetary restrictions.
Garry: Why I-

Garry charged at Koronova, making his head a rocket engine. This time, he was able to grab her in a chokehold, and speed off...

Garry: Gotcha-!

Until he got a wall to the front, dropping the blue-haired outlaw on the ground. She was mostly unharmed except for a pain in her shoulder from where she came in contact with the wall.

Koronova: Gotta give you credit for doing that one. Too bad your foresight seems to be 0/20.

The sound of sirens is heard nearby.

Koronova: Sh-t!

Koronova quickly presses some buttons on her bracelet, activating the invisibility function.

Koronova: Tah-tah, hater!

She runs off, using her gravity boots to leap away, leaving the Angry Scotsman unconscious on the floor as the cars of the law enforcement arrive.

Cop 1: Come in, we've got what looks to be an unconscious young man. Seemingly late teens or early 20s. Out cold, with some serious bruises in the face.
Radio: Message Transmitted.

To be Continued!