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[ Wally stands in a hallway, hands on his hips, looking up at Cambot with a frustrated expression. ]

Okay, seriously, what's with all the cameras? It's like we're on some kind of reality show here!

[ He walks right up to the camera, eyes narrowed into a glare. Staring contest?! Cambot switches to a fish-eye lens for effect.

...Okay, so he can't win a staring contest with a camera. But that's beside the point. He keeps staring, refusing to blink. A few seconds later, of course, his eyes start getting dry, and he finally relents with a small noise of frustration. ]

There's got to be something more interesting to record than this. Isn't there a talking cat running around here? Go follow him around some more! Make cute little videos for the Internet or something!

[ Staring contest redux! He admits defeat sooner this time, though, having completely lost patience with it. He throws his hands into the air. ]

Man, you're worse than Supey watching the No Signal thing. Fine! Follow me around, see if I care.

[ It's painfully obvious that he does care, but he will not be admitting to that anytime soon. He just runs off without another word. The camera trails after him, slowing as Wally comes to a stop with an expression of something like shock. His hands are balled into fists, and he throws them into the air again with a loud yell. ]

And why can't I run?!

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Forgive me for asking, but weren't you just running?

Well, yeah, I guess for most people that would be running. But I'm supposed to be faster than that!

Oh.

[pause]

Maybe it's just a bad day?

I've had bad days before. They usually end with me getting a bloody nose or something, not... this.

I'm sure there's an answer.

Yeah, and it's probably with those Mad guys. Hey, you got any idea where I can find them?

I'm afraid I don't. I'm not even sure they're here.

Well, if they want to do all these experiments, they've gotta be around here somewhere, right?

[ It may be time to explore. ]

I guess so, yes.

Okay, so I'm definitely not the expert in "physical activity" - ew - but I'm preeeeetty sure that thing you were just doing was running.

No way, dude! That was almost as slow as walking.

Well you're definitely not going to win any gold metals for it.

Like you can do any better.

[Is that a challenge?]

Bet I could!

[no Kuzco no]

[ Yes, Kuzco, yes! Wally lives for races. ]

Oh yeah?

[ Looks like Gypsy's suggestion might turn out to be helpful after all. ]

Yeah!

[Besides, there's not anywhere they can actually go to race, right? ~~Oh wait. Oops.~~]

Wanna test that theory?

[ Oh, you are in for it now~. ]

Maybe!

[Heeere we go.]

The purple robot says there's a track on the lower decks. It'd be perfect place a race.

[oooooh... there is actually a place to race. Oops.]

You're on!

[Action...?]

[ He's already at the track. Hurry up, Kuzco! ]

Waiting on you.

[Arrives!]

Alright, let's get this little race over with so I can prove that I am the best at everything.

[Stretching over-dramatically; there's no way that could actually be helping.]

[ Wally watches him dubiously, eyebrow raised. What a joke! A real speedster didn't even need to stretch! Running everywhere at the speed of sound builds up more than enough leg muscles for a little race like this, even without the superspeed. This should be a cinch.

Alright, let's show him who's fastest. He gets into position and smirks over at Kuzco. ]

Okay, start on three. One... Two... Three!

[ And he takes off like a bullet. Good luck keeping up~. ]

[Yeah, Kuzco is definitely gonna need that luck. He starts off running as hard as he can and... not going very fast.]

I think you... cheated and... took a head start... [Oh gods he's already out of breath aaaaaaaaaa]

[Gypsy tries to be helpful!] There's a track on one of the lower decks if you want to run around.

[ Face, meet Palm. You two are going to be good friends, I'm sure. ] That's not what I meant. But, uh. Thanks. I guess.

Oh. Was it a different kind of running then?

I guess you could say that. [ Rule 1 of Superheroing: don't talk about superheroing unless you're with other superheroes. Quick, say something else! ] Cross country!

[ Well, it's not a lie... ]

[And of course, that makes total sense to Gypsy.] Oh, well yes, you can't really do that here!

Well I suppose you can run from one end of the ship to the other, but that's not really the same.

[ RELIEVED SIGH. Mission Keep Secret Identity a Secret: accomplished. ]

Exactly! But it looks like I might get the try the track out anyway. Thanks!

[Gypsy is always happy to help!]

You're welcome!

....It's a Cambot. They do that.

And last I checked, that was running.

...Cambot. Right.

But it's too slow.

Sounds like you got some high standards.

Of course I do!

[ Pauses. That, uh, might have come out a bit stronger than he would have liked. Think, Wally, think! ]

Uh, I mean, have you seen the Flash? Of course not! "He'll be there before you know, gone before you see him." When a guy like that's running around your city, it's hard not to have high standards.

[ Besides, Uncle Barry is just awesome. ]

[Blank look.] Haven't heard of the guy.

[ WHAT. How have you not heard of the Flash?! He's only the best superhero ever! ] Dude. Fastest man alive? Member of the Justice League?

[ ...Hold on a sec, Wally just realized something. ]

Wait, you're not from a different planet or something, are you?

[Straight look.] No idea.

Considering everyone here, yeah, I'm sure I am. Let's just say I come from a small world.

[ Cambot helpfully starts playing this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIabgPX14R4). Wally claps his hands over his ears, looking almost pained talks over it. ]

Aw man, look what you made it do! Now this stupid song's gonna be stuck in my head for weeks!

[Hm, that song sounds familiar. Riku seems unfazed.]

[Oh, that's why. He shrugs.]

Weeks? ...Really? [Oh yeah, it's REALLY obvious it doesn't bother him.]

Weren't you just running?

There must be an echo in here.

[ sighs ] Nevermind. Just forget it.

Sorry! Just...

Is it special kind of running? Like, uh, I don't know, something happens when you run?

[ Uh oh, is she onto him?! Gotta think fast here... ]

Uh, no! I mean, not really. Unless you count tripping.

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