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"There's my next target..." said Zadon, as he came to Belmopan.

Zadon came to Belmopan. "This is easy... too easy." An evil grin crossed his face, "I shall go by an alias, and gather strength to do my ultimate goldenization attack..."
Then, he noticed a figure running on the horizon. "Damn! I've been followed!" Zadon muttered. "This is a good of a time as any..."

Craz-E came to the city of Belmopan a few minutes later. "Heh... I made it..." he wheezed, "Now, why did I come... here? Maybe he knows." He said, seeing a person.

What? It's Craz-E..? thought Zadon, Well, this will be interesting...
"Hello," said Craz-E, "I am... er... Who?"
"Who?" asked Zadon cautiously.
"Wait! My name is Laz-E! No... that isn't right..." he said.
"Uh... huh..." said Zadon. Man, did he forget his name again?
"Hm... Dais-E? No... Haz-E? Nope... OH, I KNOW! My name is Craz-E!" he became ecstatic when he remembered his name.
"Drazy?" asked Zadon, feigning deafness, "Your Dane is Drazy?"
"NO, NO!" exclaimed Craz-E, "My NAME is CRAZ-E!"
"No need to shout, Brazy!" said Zadon, restraining a laugh, "Now, what do you want?"
"AGH! Oh, er..." Craz-E began.
"You want oars?" Zadon asked.
"No. Aw, blast it! I forgot what I wanted!"
"You want fast zits that abott Tut I. Wan said? What the hell does that mean?"
"I remember!"
"What about December?"
"Have you seen a guy that's glowing gold?" Craz-E asked loudly.
"Oh, why didn't you say that in the first place? He flew to the East." Zadon pointed to the Caribbean.
"W-What?!" exclaimed Craz-E incredulously, "I now HATE that guy... he made pinchy cry!"
"What?" asked Zadon.
"Nothing..." replied Craz-E, "What's your name?"
Zadon looked around, "Yes, the weather's the same."
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
"I'm not deaf, you dolt!" said Zadon, "And my name is... Floppy."
"Floppy?" said Craz-E, "and I thought I had a weird name." Craz-E then jumped in the water and swam to the east.

Floppy... I like that... thought Zadon, no one would ever suspect me of taking over this place... He then went towards a nearby power plant.

When he got there, he thought screw this disguise, I'll just take the power plant's energy.
He jumped onto the wires, and started stealing the electricity.

Two hours later, he jumped down, fully charged. "IT'S TIME!" he shouted, then put his hand to the ground. The ground turned gold, then it spread, very quickly. A fly that was buzzing around, fell to the ground with a clank. Then, everything above ground, after turning gold, melted into the earth. When Zadon stood up, he stood apon a huge, 20 mile radius, circle of pure 25 carat gold, as is everything he goldenized. As he walked around, he heard a voice in his head.
"Connection established......"

Early into the morning, Zadon walked out of a wrecked shack in Belize.
"Man that was one crazy earthquake yesterday," he groaned. "I wonder how bad it was."
He activated his watch to check the news. To his surprise, he found reports of an earthquake not only in Belize, but all over the world.
“What the....” he gasped. “Is that even possible?”
He checked through other reports, only to get the same result.
“A worldwide earthquake,” he responded. “But this is completely unnatural. What could have caused something like this?”
He then sighed, and then deactivated his watch.
“Oh well, I’ll worry about it later.”
He then walked away from the shack, which collapsed as he left it. Then, he leapt into the air and flew towards his next destination.

"There's my next target..." said Zadon, as he came to Belmopan hours later.
He looked at the city below him, and noticed the poor condition of the city. Buildings had been knocked onto the ground. There were five cracks in the earth running through the city.
“These poor fools,” he chuckled to himself. “It’s hard to decide whether or not I should let them live when I turn this entire city into gold.”

Two hours later, he jumped down onto the ground, catching the attention of the citizens in the city.
“Well, I feel bad for these people, but…” he sighed.
He raised a hand, which emitted a gold aura.
“IT'S TIME!” he shouted, then put his hand to the ground.
The ground turned gold, and then it spread, very quickly. A fly that was buzzing around, fell to the ground with a clank. Then, everything above ground, after turning gold, melted into the earth.

Well, almost everything. As Craz-E was walking into Belmopan, he noticed the ground below him turning gold. Thinking quickly, he jumped outside of the radius of the goldenization.
“Whew, that was close,” he sighed.
His expression of relief quickly turned into one of astonishment as he watched the goldenized city melt into the earth.
“Umm….” he responded. “How is that even possible?”
Taking his mind off that for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch.
“I might as well sample some of this gold,” he muttered to himself.
At that instant, he tossed his pouch away as he was engulfed in a pillar of light that turned him into gold. The golden body fell onto the ground, and melted into the earth.
The pouch, which had been thrown quickly enough to be turned to gold, fell onto the ground away from the radius of golden earth. From it crawled another Craz-E.
“Man, this thing needs to be bigger in case of these situations,” he groaned as he struggled to get out of the pouch. “At least this void is useful for something.”
When he finally got out of the pouch, he reached into it and pulled out a pencil and a notepad.
Onto it, he wrote, “Note to self: go back to the city to gather information on this plot of world domination.”
He then reached into the pouch and pulled out a cheeseburger.
“But first,” he responded, “to eat this cheeseburger, as I am really hungry.”

When Zadon stood up, he stood upon a huge, 20 mile radius, circle of pure 25 carat gold, as is everything he goldenized.
“This is becoming too easy,” he sighed. “I need a challenge.”
As he walked around, he heard a voice in his head.
“Connection established......”

“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up! Just, please, SHUT UP!”
Thus was the conversation between Kudamon and Ziebart’s clone as they neared Caracas, Venezuela.
“I still say that name sounds weird for a city,” Ziebart’s clone muttered.
“Don’t break the fourth wall, Zieb,” Kudamon snapped as Grovyle followed closely behind him.
Ziebart continued to mutter to himself. Kudamon sighed, then glanced at Grovyle with a wry smirk. Grovyle nodded, then took a brick from a bag he was carrying. He threw it in the air, so as Ziebart kept running, it hit him on the head.
“Ow!” Ziebart groaned. He stumbled and tripped. Kudamon was considering leaving him there when a shadow passed overhead.
Grovyle raised his claws, ready to fight off the shadow, while Kudamon drew his swords. The shadow made a u-turn, then a midnight blue dragon landed on Ziebart and began to eat him. Ziebart screamed, but oddly enough Kudamon and Grovyle relaxed.
“Deathstorm, stop eating my clones!” Another clone of Ziebart’s came out of the trees.
Deathstorm favored him with a slightly amused glance as he finished eating. “You have enough to spare. Besides, I’m hungry.”
Ziebart groaned.

The foursome- Deathstorm refused to leave on the grounds that he might get hungry again, much to Ziebart’s displeasure- finally reached Caracas. The city was bustling with activity, and the people seemed to not even notice the dragon among them.
Although there was one man who ran up to them.
“¡Por favor déme el cereal!” He said, holding out a bowl to them.
“What?” Kudamon asked. “I can’t understand you!”

“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up! Just, please, SHUT UP!”
Thus was the conversation between Kudamon and Ziebart’s clone as they neared Caracas, Venezuela.
“I still say that name sounds weird for a city,” Ziebart’s clone muttered.
“Don’t break the fourth wall, Zieb,” Kudamon snapped as Grovyle followed closely behind him.
Ziebart continued to mutter to himself. Kudamon sighed, and then glanced at Grovyle with a wry smirk. Grovyle nodded, and then took a brick from a bag he was carrying. He threw it in the air, so as Ziebart kept running, it hit him on the head.
“Ow!” Ziebart groaned. He stumbled and tripped. Kudamon was considering leaving him there when a shadow passed overhead.
Grovyle raised his claws, ready to fight off the shadow, while Kudamon drew his swords. The shadow made a u-turn, and then a midnight blue dragon landed on Ziebart and began to eat him. Ziebart screamed, but oddly enough Kudamon and Grovyle relaxed.
“Deathstorm, stop eating my clones!” Another clone of Ziebart’s came out of the trees.
Deathstorm favored him with a slightly amused glance as he finished eating. “You have enough to spare. Besides, I’m hungry.”
Ziebart groaned.
“Can we just go?” Kudamon groaned.
“And where's today's destination?” Deathstorm asked.
"Read the story," Ziebart answered.
"You have any more bricks, Grovyle?" Kudamon asked with a smirk on his face.

The foursome- Deathstorm refused to leave on the grounds that he might get hungry again, much to Ziebart’s displeasure- finally reached Caracas. The city was bustling with activity, and the people seemed to not even notice the dragon among them.
Although there was one man who ran up to them.
“¡Por favor déme el cereal!” He said, holding out a bowl to them.
“What?” Kudamon asked. “I can’t understand you!”
"I think he's asking for cereal," Deathstorm replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh," Kudamon responded. “Well, in that case....”
He turned towards the man, and yelled, “NO!!!!!!!”
At that moment, people turned around and noticed not only Kudamon shouting at the man, but the Ziebart clone, Grovyle and Deathstorm standing with him. They began to panic in Spanish, which began to get on Kudamon’s nerves.
“Ugh, I can’t take this anymore,” he groaned, holding his head.
“Let’s just take over this place before these people make Kudamon’s brain explode,” Deathstorm growled.
“Good idea,” Ziebart agreed, nervously staring at Kudamon, whose rage was steadily increasing.
“These people, they’re…”
“Oh god,” Deathstorm responded, backing away from Kudamon.”
“They’re….. They’re….”
“Hit the decks!” Ziebart exclaimed.
“They’re driving me crazy!!”
At that moment, Kudamon extended both of his hands westward into the city, and shot a blast of telekinetic energy that demolished the buildings in its path.
“Whoa….” Deathstorm gasped with an astonished expression on his face. He was so astonished, it caused him to open two eyelids placed over his usual pair of eyes.
Ziebart and Grovyle stared at Kudamon in awe, and fear.
The panicking people paused when they saw the destruction Kudamon caused.
“Now, take us to your leader!”

The four of them followed a group of Venezuelan soldiers into the central section of the capital to meet up with the leader. Kudamon was looking at various news reports he searched for on his watch.
"That reminds me," Kudamon suddenly said, "what could have possibly caused yesterday's earthquake?"
"Who knows?" Ziebart shrugged.
"Weird, because this morning, I checked the news," Kudamon continued. "Apparently this earthquake was worldwide."
"Worldwide?" Deathstorm responded. "That's crazy, considering there has never been a worldwide earthquake.
"I know. It doesn't make any-"
Kudamon instantly stopped to an eerie voice saying, "Connection established....."