Jameson glanced back at his counterparts before he dashed off after Chase and the man with the pink Afro, one hand holding down his hat as he pushed through the crowd.

"And for my next trick-"

Marvin broke off when Jameson ran by him, sending the cards the magician was holding in his hands flying.

"Jameson!" Marvin yelled after the mute, hastily bowing to the audience with an apologetic expression before he took off after Jameson.

Schneep heard the commotion and darted over to help, the German doctor chasing after his friends.

Jackaboy-Man noticed Marvin running from where he was dancing in the crowd, the hero grabbing Robbie before following.

By the time the other four egos caught up with Jameson, the man with the pink Afro and Chase were gone.

Jameson's eyes burned with rage as he bowed his head in defeat, Marvin breathing heavily as he slowed to a stop by him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Jackaboy-Man snapped at Jameson, out of breath as he swiped a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

Jameson furiously signed an explanation, Marvin eyeing Jameson doubtfully.

"You saw a man with a pink Afro take Chase? Im pretty sure I would've seen a man like that if he was there." Marvin scoffed skeptically.

"I didn't see him either." Jackaboy-Man added.

"I saw no vone of zhat description." Schneep murmured thoughtfully.

"Robbie found friends!" Robbie cheered happily, earning a light smile from Jameson.

"Look, I need to go back in and find Chase. Jackaboy-Man, watch over Robbie and Jameson since I can't trust either of them to not run away." Marvin instructed the hero before striding back into the club, Schneep following.

Jameson glared after the magician before he turned towards Jackaboy-Man.

He frowned when he spotted a flash of pink behind the hero, the mute peering over Jackaboy-Man's shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jackaboy-Man interjected, stepping in front of Jameson's line of sight.

Jameson rolled his eyes in irritation and glanced over at Robbie, who was currently trying to eat a nearby light pole.

Jameson tapped the zombie on the shoulder and pointed at Jackaboy-Man, motioning that he should give the hero a hug.

Robbie nodded with a grin as he staggered over to him, the zombie tightly wrapping his arms around Jackaboy-Man.

"Okay, I love you too buddy." Jackaboy-Man chuckled lightly as he patted Robbie on the back.

Jameson snuck behind the pair and ran to where he saw the pink, hoping he would find Chase.

The mute slowed to a halt in a dark alley, a pink Afro lying on the trash covered ground.

Jameson bent down and picked it up, examining the wig with a confused frown.

"Hello again."

Jameson stiffened as he felt the tip of a metal blade touch the small of his back, the coldness and his own fear sending chills down his spine.

"Turn around."

Jameson hesitantly followed the male voice's instructions, his movements careful so as to not startle the person into attacking.

The mute found himself face to face with a man dressed in beige pants and a button up long sleeve shirt with pink suspenders, his brown eyes lit up with amusement as he moved the knife so it was pointed at Jameson's heart.

With Jack too far away, Jameson couldn't create anything to defend himself with, leaving him alone and vulnerable.

"You're the one that can't talk, aren't you?" The man mused in a drawling voice.

Jameson didn't dare move, his eyes betraying his fear despite his confident stance.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Wilford Motherloving Warfstache, it's a pleasure to meet you Jameson." The stranger greeted Jameson, offering the mute a hand to shake.

Jameson held his breath as Wilford shrugged and pressed the knife point hard against Jameson's vest, creating a small tear in the dark blue fabric.

"I like you, you don't shout nonstop like your friend Chase. God he's a nuisance." Wilford remarked as he let the knife drop to his side, allowing Jameson to relax slightly.

"Now I expect that you'll come with me without causing any trouble." Wilford continued, taking a step towards Jameson.

Jameson retreated back a step and started to run, only for Wilford to grab the front of his shirt and pull the mute towards him, his face inches from Jameson's.

"Ugh, I was hoping I wouldn't have to drug you." Wilford sighed in mild irritation as he pulled a rag out of his back pocket and pressed it against Jameson's face.

Jameson's mouth was open in a silent scream as tears slid down his face, his hands desperately clawing at Wilford's until he passed out.

"Jameson, where are you?"

Wilford scooped up Jameson's unconscious body and carried him away, picking up the pink Afro wig and leaving a note in its place.

"Jameson!" Jackaboy-Man shouted again as he poked his head into the alley.

The hero spotted the note and knelt down next to it, his eyes thoroughly scanning the page.

"One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss."

On the bottom of the page was a single crow drawn on with black ink.