"Why the Circus Sisters? You know how I feel about seeing them." Michael said.

"Yes, Michael. We know. It's not like you haven't mentioned it for the past five miles. Pixle do you really think this a good idea? I mean we all know how dangerous the sisters can be. Especially Enard, he used you as a suit once." Belle said.

"I understand that, but Circus Baby risked her life to save mine. And also remember when we first started looking for the pink person." Pixle replied.

"That was 15 years ago, when you were young, now we are in our thirties. And let me remind you, Pixle, that you lost your arm because of the pink person." Michael said.

After moving through the forest for about another hour, they finally made it to Circus Baby's Pizza World.

"Remember guys we need to look for clues to help us find out what's going on." Pixle said.

They looked around and found a few flashlights on the ground along with a few scrapped parts.

"Hey girls, I think you should come and see this!" Michael yelled.

"Claw marks, and is that... No, no way." Pixle was looking right at Enard, who was in a bad mood.

"Hi Enard... Remember us?" Belle asked.

"'Bout time you showed up," he said.

"What are you talking about Enard?" Michael asked.

"My sisters and brother were taken, and you just now show up!" Enard said angrily.

"Was anybody left behind?" Belle asked.

"Bon Bon, and Bonnet were, but they ran off." he answered.

"Where did they go?" Pixle asked.

"Somewhere special, Pixle." It was the static voice again. The lights shut off, and when they turned back on, Pixle was missing.

"This just keeps on getting better. First Lia and now Pixle.

"Wait a minute, the last time the static voice appeared it said 'think twice about that, Lia.' And Lia was captured, but you were knocked out. And this time, Pixle was targeted when the voice mentioned her name.

"The next time this happens we best turn on our flashlights, so we can find out who this is." Michael said.

"Let's check on the scraps. They may need our help." Belle said.

"There's one problem with that. They're at my pizzeria." Michael said.

"And that's a problem how?" Enard asked.

"They're not used to newcomers," he answered.