Boat + Tacos = Bacos

Lam: [Collapses-]

Flit: L… Lamnimon! H-hey! What’s wrong with you! What’s going on?!

Tro: Hurry, Sparking Flame and Flurried Bird. We must find the other stars before time runs out!

Fla: Would you slow down for one second!

Tro: Time is a ticking clock! It stops for no mon!

Fla: … You can like. Turn off a clock.

Pen: I uh… Think what they mean is…. There’s no time to explain? I think.

Tro: Explanation carries many burdens, burdens too heavy with the ticking clock! The only burden we should carry is aligning the stars once more!

Fla: Would you just! Listen! For a second! We don’t even know if we can trust you! These…. Stars, you keep calling us. Of course we’re… Unaligned…! We don’t even know who you are!

Tro: I am Tromon. Soldier of Plants and Trees. I am also one of the lost stars.

Fla: Again with the stars.

Pen: Wait. Ok so like… Are you saying we are all part of the same group?

Tro: Yes. We are the Lost Stars. The Fallen Colors. The Little Spirits Ten…

Fla: … “Little Spirits Ten”…? You can’t mean…

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Aegio: Stars, this jerk gives me the creeps…

Lam: What’re they spouting on about? A “Spirit of Steel”?

Flit: No idea.

Gulley: [Flies up to Pidgemon, exhausted.] I found some mons, Pidge. I did it-! … Pidge…?

Pidge: I can’t believe it… It can’t be…

Reflect: What doth thou want with a group of performers, may I ask? Have we angered thee? Hurt thee? Perhaps there is some sort of misunderstanding we can talk through-