*As the sun rises over the Treehouse, a foghorn sounds in the distance. As the denizens of the Tree watch, a fleet sails up the river. Past the Great statue of Mario and That... Pokemon thing, Admiral Agato, Flying his black and white striped flag, sails his Battlecruiser Isla del Morte to Bay of Treehouse. The rest of the fleet drops anchor at different places around the Great Tree.*
*On the ship, at the top of the Treehouse, sits a lone, striped figure with a top hat, staring at the comotion below. A strangly coloured feline approches him from behind.*
"Master?"
"Yes, Mr. Snugglemuffins?" The figure says, sadly.
"Admiral Agato sends word. He says he will be able to set up the heavy guns by morning. Until then, it would be easy for anyone to simply... Slip out of the blockade. He asks if you have any further orders."
"Tell him I dont. Send word to 05. Tell them we are running out of time."
"Yes, master."
*As the cat walks away, the striped figure turns back towards the Bay.
He lets out a long sigh...*