CBT Short - Operation: Reap The Reapers

Pleading
The Gentle Warriors are sitting in their dorm room.

Beehive: Today is SO boring, when is the next challenge going to come?

Yoylebook: According to this manual, not anytime soon.

Beehive: What manual?

Yoylebook: The one I made up in my head!

''Collective groans travel across the room. Suddenly, Clinko bursts into the door.''

Clinko: GUYS! I NEED YOUR HELP!

Beehive: Are more indiginous tribes fighting for oil again?

Indistinct shouting can be heard above the room, kinda suspicious...

Clinko: What-No! That's so stupid! I don't even work there!

Cat Bell: Then what's going on?

Clinko: THE ATOMIC REAPERS ARE MISSING!

GASP!

Yoylebook: But where did they go?

Clinko glares at Yoylebook.

Clinko: I don't know. Why would I come to you if-

Cat Bell: Can't you track them? Like on their phones?

Clinko: When I went there, whoever took them tossed their phones back!

Paper Lantern: This is the, erm, "challenge"?

Clinko: This is actually more of a plead for help-but sure! Go find them.

Butterscotch rolls her eyes.

Butterscotch: I'll help and all, but why aren't you asking the Moonstones?

Clinko has a brain spark.

Clinko: I'll gets the Moonstones to help too! Thanks Butterscotch!