Well, it's finally happened. After a long and dangerous journey, the travelers have finally reached...
pofa: We're here!
Prof: The top of Mt. Flatten!
Edo: I did.

Xcomm: Yeah, about that...
Edo: O.O Hey! Why are you guys pointing--
Yes, it was true. Without a word of protest from the rest of the travelers, three of their number swiftly pulled out handguns and shot Edogawa (Kogoro) multiple times apiece, riddling him with bullets before he hit the ground.
Schillok: Hey, you can't just go around killing people!
xpon: Yeah! Is our job!
Kleene: Oh yeah? :V Watch this.
At a nod from Kleene, Akonyl and Xcommando advanced on the other two, pulling from their pockets syringes full of a sinister green liquid.
Meme: ...Canadian.
Akonyl: Pretty useful, this stuff.

Too terrified to move, or perhaps simply resigned to their fate, Meme (Ayumi) and Schillok (Kir) soon died a quick but painful Canadian death. Their dastardly deeds done, Akonyl (Bourbon) and Xcommando (Akemi) turned, as ever, to Kleene Onigiri (Anokata) for further orders.
pofa: You know what, Prof?
Prof: What, pofa?
pofa: I don't really think I need an upsidaisium mine.
Prof: We've done without one so far.
pofa: What say we take the next floating rock out of here.
Prof: And stop for ice cream on the way home. <3
And so our heroes turned their backs on riches and glory once and for all--
Kleene, Akonyl, and Xcommando: *all turn to look at Kain*
Kain: O.O Eep. *runs*
--and were soon joined by KainTheVampire (Heiji) on their cheerful climb back down the mountain.
Kleene: \o/ Let's go get those guys out of jail.
Akonyl: *puts on hat* Too bad we lost miiko.
Xcommando: *re-sigs BO quote* That was a pretty good mission.
xpon: Wait just one collar picking minute! Why you guys kill off the rest?
Eve: They are undercover operatives.
xpon: Leader! You are here again!
Sherlock3: But if they are on our side, why do we not know about it?
Eve: What part of undercover are not you understanding?
xpon: This is good! This means we win, yes?
Eve: There was never any question, you nincompoops! Now hurry, we set up camp here tonight. Put up tents.
xpon: Meh-heh, I help myself to some of dead people's luggages as well.
And as one, the victorious operatives from Pottsylvania opened their suitcases.
A few days later...
Abs. ...~Into the wild blue yonder, flying--Ho! What have we here?
Yurikochan: ...*keeps mouth shut*
Conia: *hands Abs. a piece of paper*
Abs. Well, it looks like these unfortunate fellows were to inherit a mine of some sort! From their dear Uncle Dewlap! How disappointing indeed!
Yurikochan: I wonder what happened to them.

Conia: ...
Abs.: You know, you're right! We really should tidy up a bit. And if no one is left to inherit, the least we can do is make sure the mine goes where it can do some good in the dear man's memory. I declare Mt. Flatten "Royal Canadian Mountie Camp B!"
Conia: ...

Yurikochan: I'm in.
And so ends our long and at times tedious story. Be sure to tune in for our next one, "Mafia: Round 22," or, "CTU Goes to Market."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNyB_URZLPQ
END--BO WINS