The farce in Regent Street seems to finish as the siren alarms. The street returns to its quiet status as usual.
Except for a sneaking figure who tries to escape from the fire engine.
Police Officer: Freeze! Routine check.
Police Officer: Your fire engine driving license, please.
He eventually turns around.
Diggers: Hello, Mr. Officer.
Police Officer: Again?!
Police Officer: Within a month, you visited the police station 13 times, stirring the pointers of Big Ben, doodling at 10 Downing Street, dyeing Tower Bridge with waterproof paints ...
Police Officer: This time, you threw a messy street party, didn't you?
Diggers: Ahem! It was not a mess, police officer.
Police Officer: You are suspected of breaking traffic laws. It's reasonable for us to arrest you right now!
Diggers: Oh, wait, police officer! Wh-What I did is legitimate.
Diggers: I've applied for the use of fire engine to the sergeant and got approved.
Diggers shows the note in his hand.
Diggers: Please feel free to check, Mr. Officer.
Police Officer: ...
Police Officer: …
Police Officer: Humph! I can't believe the sergeant would approve such a ridiculous application.
Diggers: That's what he approved.
Police Officer: But how are you gonna justify those weird bubbles?
Diggers: Which one are you referring to?
Diggers: The Laser Bubble that reflects people's dreams?
Diggers: It caused all the people at the square to fall into a deep sleep for two whole days. They experienced the most unexpected but best holiday ever. Honestly, I really envy them.
Police Officer: ...
Diggers: Or, you mean the classic work of mine, the Revery Bubble?
Diggers: If it's convenient to you, could you please disclose the feedback of other officers? I need some inspiration to revise my formulas.
Diggers: What did those officers see when they enjoyed my bubbles, surrendered criminals or a promotion announcement?
Police Officer: Enough! This time, we will absolutely find out the odd ingredients in the bubbles.
Police Officer: You can't deceive all of us.
Diggers: Only if you guys can open the water tank.
Diggers points at the fire engine surrounded by police cars.
Diggers: At least up to now, you don't have enough evidence, Mr. Officer.
Police Officer: ...
Police Officer: Fine, I now ask you to cooperate with our investigation as the witness.
Diggers: Ugh ...
Diggers: Alright, I'll stay here till you find new evidence.
Police Officer: Eye on him.
Policeman: Yes sir.
Diggers: ...
The police officers start to investigate the fire engine. Diggers suddenly bends down and clutches his belly.
Diggers: Hiss ... Ahhh ...!
Policeman: What the hell are you doing? Get up off the floor.
The young and naive police officer rudely pulls Diggers up, but he fails to notice a bubble with a reflective surface forming behind him.
Diggers: Huffff!
Policeman: Ugh ...
Diggers: Nighty night.
He is sneaking to the end of Regent Street and attentively counting his steps—the steps away from the siren, the steps towards freedom.
But it seems that he totally ignores the approaching engine sound and the anxious warning of a pirate.
???: Back off!
???: Get out of my way!
The shiny motorcycle draws a beautiful parabola in the sky and eventually lands precisely in the gap between the flower bed and the wall.
The rock girl on the motorcycle crashes into the liberty-seeking suspect.
???: Ouch ...
Diggers: Hiss ...
At least they have arrived at their common destination, Carnaby Street.
Diggers: Whoa! Are you a first-time driver?
???: Ahhh! You ruined my game! Boy!
Diggers: It's you ...
Diggers: Regulus! That rock pirate fraudster!
Regulus: You know me?
Regulus: Damn it. I knew I had to watch out for you undercover cops lying in ambush around the track!
Diggers: What makes you think I'm an undercover cop? This is stigmatization!
Regulus: Uh, well, you're right. Cops shouldn't be wearing such ragged clothes.
Diggers: What? This ... this is a demonstration against the materialistic life, the code of freedom!
Diggers: Ahem. Though you didn't mistake me with those stupid cops, I still suggest you better distinguish us.
Regulus: Haha, a humorous suggestion! Ragged lad.
A red globe gently falls down next to Regulus.
APPLe: There are some slight scratches on the coat, the transmission system functions well, the braking system is not very well ...
Regulus: Mr. APPLe?! You're back.
APPLe: ... Your vehicle looks fine.
APPLe: Captain, are you alright?
Regulus: No, I'm not!
Regulus: I could have won this, but it all went to pot. The ragged lad ruined my game, my chance to be a podium winner. He ruined a rising racing star!!!
Diggers: Ahem.
Diggers: I need to warn you again that any defamation might cause a lawsuit.
Regulus: Hmph!
Regulus: It was your fault! You broke into the track, ragged lad!
The chaos here arouses the attention of another batch of people.
APPLe: Sir, the lawsuit you were talking about ... Are you referring to those who are approaching?
Diggers: What? Bloody hell! They found me!
The police officers are getting closer.
Police Officer: Carnaby Street, call for backup.
Police Officer: According to the latest update from Sergeant William, his seal has been stolen.
Police Officer: The suspect, Diggers, is suspected of committing a series of crimes, including illegally using fire engines, forging police ID, attacking police officer ...
Regulus: Ugh!
Police Officer: We also found someone illegally held an MRR competition on the street, and the suspect is likely Regulus, the rock pirate on the wanted list.
Diggers: Ugh!
Police Officer: You two, freeze! Cooperate with our investigation.
Regulus & Diggers: Whoa! Run!
COMBAT
Someone escapes, while someone unfortunately gets arrested.
Either of them has to lose the game, sadly.
APPLe: Is he alright?
Regulus: Maybe, if all his statements are to be believed.
Regulus: Do you remember what he said at the end?
APPLe: He told us to read tomorrow's newspaper, the headline.
Regulus: Is that an obituary or something? Mr. APPLe, I'm going to add a special session for Rock Radio tonight.
APPLe: What?
Regulus: "The Worst Beginning and the Best Ending—To Our Forever Ragged Lad"