Sonic Boom

Grrr!

What happened to us last night? My head is spinning.

That's not spinning. This is.

Brr-brr-brr!

Oh, that was a mistake.

I hope whatever we did yesterday didn't involve a heavy meal.

I'll check my memory array.

Curious.

Last night's memory file has been erased. Check yours.

Where was I?

Perhaps Dr Eggman knows something about this.

Dr Eggman? Sir?

That's odd.

Usually by now he's telling us how inadequate we are.

It appears as though he's completely vanished.

Er... So, wait...

Dr E ain't here?

I can do whatever I want?

I'm gonna kick over that garbage can.

Ugh! Urgh!

Huh! Ugh!

That'll teach you to mess with me, doc!

We must figure out what happened to us and find Dr Eggman.

But where to start?

What do you two bolt-bags want?

Oh, my own talk show, long blond hair, taste buds.

That's not why we're here.

We seem to have misplaced Dr Eggman.

Did you and he perchance battle yesterday?

Oh, we battled all right.

I remember like it was yesterday.

- It was yesterday. - What was?

Ha-ha-ha! I've got you now!

Oh, no! I guess we have no other choice but to give up.

- Hey, that's not how it... - Shh.

Ooh! Urgh!

I'll handle this.

Oh! (Sobs)

Now you've made me mad.

What a dreamboat.

I wanna be just like you when I grow up.

Knuckles, you've been elected governor.

All in a day's work!

That's all very nice,

but we were enquiring as to the whereabouts of Dr Eggman.

Yeah, after we as a team defeated Eggman,

he retreated to the marketplace.

Many thanks.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to write my acceptance speech.

What rhymes with governor?

Keep your optical sensors peeled, Cubot.

There must be a clue somewhere.

Hey, you two.

You got a lot of nerve coming around here

after what Eggman pulled last night.

- Dr Eggman was here? - He was.

He tried to make me the victim of his most evil scheme to date.

I'd like to return this umbrella.

You can't expect a refund for that. It's broken.

What are you talking about? It works fine. See?

But you have a 30-day return policy.

This is ridiculous.

Ugh! Grrr!

You just lost a customer, pal.

After he ran out, I called the police.

Officer?

Hey! Don't sneak up on a guy. It's not nice.

I do apologise.

But have you seen our missing employer?

He's a loud, stocky fella with an evil laugh and a... you know.

Oh, no! That guy. He's a dangerous criminal.

We caught him last night.

The streets are much safer with him off the... um... streets.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

We need to raise bail money to get the boss out of jail.

And I know just how to do it.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy, all for the love of you...

Yeesh!

I have a better idea.

So, with your donation,

we can finally build that oil bath for the old robots' home.

Of course.

I'm collecting for a charity myself. Operation Toasty Beak.

We provide sweaters for baby penguins.

They must be so cold in the frozen tundra.

They are. And we have all these sweaters for them.

But we can't afford the jet fuel to deliver the sweaters.

Those poor little fluff-balls.

I was saving this money for that,

but your cause seems important too.

Here you go.

We can't do it. You keep the money.

Oh, and take ours too.

Penguin sweaters...