"Damn, I didn't know the gun show was in town," says Oso as Sueltos walks in, his wet shorts dripping on the floor. "What are those? .22's?" asks Oso sarcasticlly.

"Wha..? Oh real funny dude. Sorry my arms arn't as big as yours, but we didn't all get super size and strength for powers," grumbles Sueltos.

"I was bigger and stronger than you even before we got our powers," replys Oso.

"Oh yeah?" asks Sueltos. "But can you do this?" Turning around Sueltos sticks out his butt and rips the most foul, and disgusting fart in his repertoire of flatulence.

"Holy god," chokes Duende covering his mouth with his hand. Everybody makes a mad dash out of the room, their faces turning various shades of green.

"That'll teach 'em," says Sueltos smiling to him self. Then as the smell hits his nostrils his smile disappears and his face contorts. "Oh man that really does reek," he says sprinting up the stairs.

For a long time nobody dares to venture into the living room for fear of any lingering smell. Oso, Duende, Fantasmas, and Caliente are on the sixth floor in Oso's game room playing videogames, when Sueltos walks in. "If you even think of farting in here I'm going to crazy glue your crack shut and stuff beans down your throat until you explode," warns Oso without looking up from the game.

"I'm thinking about it right now cocksucker," Sueltos mumbles under his breath.

"I got some glue in the next room if you want to do this tought guy," says Oso standing up.

"What!? I didn't say anything," says Sueltos innocently. "I just wanted to see if you were going to Bundy' to lift today. I have been slacking off latley. It's time I start lifting again."

"Yeah we'll go after this game. I just hope Bundy's there this time."

"I thought he lived there," says Duende.

"He doesn't really have a home," replys Oso. "He just kind of wanders around. Sometimes he's gone for weeks, but I haven't seen him in weeks. I'm starting to get worried."

"Yeah well maybe you should be worrying about the game instead of Bundy 'cause you just lost," taunts Fantasmas.

"That's right chump," adds Caliente.

"Ok then, but who wants to play some chess?" challenges Duende.

"Or arm wrestle?" blurts Oso.

"Well I want to lift weights so lets go." Sueltos states firmly.

With that the two heroes change and fly to Arizona to Bundy's gym hidden deep in the Grand Canyon. When they get there they find the giant weight room abandoned. "Man, I wonder where he is?" sighs Oso. Then he and Sueltos spend the next two hours working out. As they prepare to leave Oso looks in to the empty room and frowns. "I hope Bundy's ok," Oso thinks to him self. "May be I should go..." but his thoughts are inturuped by Sueltos's yelling.

"Oso! Oso! You better come see this?" shouts Sueltos from behind a boulder. "I think its Bundy"

Running over to where Sueltos is standing and sees a lifeless body. Dropping to his knees he cradles the body in his arms and begins to cry. "Bundy say something bro, any thing."

"I dont think that Bundy man," says Sueltos in a comforting tone. "He's too... he's too small to be Bundy. Right?"

"I know he's small but it's him. I would know that ski-jump of a nose anywhere."

Suddenly Bundy's eyes open and he whispers "Oso? It really Oso? Where I at now?" he coughs.

"In the Grand Canyon, right outside the gym," answers Oso.

"You ok dude? What the hell happend to you?" asks Sueltos.

"It long story."

"Well you look like shit," says Sueltos.

"Yeah you smell like it too." Says Oso grinning through his tears. "Come to Macho Mesa and we'll get you cleaned up and you can tell us what happened to you."

After they are all seated in the Macho Jet Bundy says "Bundy hungy and thirsty."

"You can eat and drink all you want when we get home," replys Oso. "Now what happend to you?"

"Well... It all start like this..."