"You can't do this!" exclaimed Speedy who's head was sticking through the bars near the bottom of the pile. "I'll report to you to the sheriff! No, wait, Sheriff Cockroach is already in here. I was wondering whose antenea that was that was poking me in the back..."

"No, that's mine!" mumbled a voice from deeper inside, most likely one of Cruel's fly scouts.

About here, Lizy decided to leave. After all, he still had to defeat Cruel!

"When do we eat?" asked Chubby from the very top. "One works up quite an appetite in here."

"You won't eat a thing while we're here!" demanded a lizard in the other, equally packed cell. "You'll bust the bars!"

"Hey, that's an idea, though!" one of Cruel's troopers pointed out. "Do you suppose we'll be able to pull it off?"

"Probably not," sighed Speedy.

"Well, it was a try," replied the trooper.

However, while all this nonsense was going on, Lizy...