As they entered the tunnel, anti-chrome graffiti could immediately be seen on the walls, saying things like “screw chroming,” “I am not Garlon,” or “I love myself as I am,” which was a huge shock for Triff, since normally anyone who spoke badly about chroming was arrested and tortured.

  They kept walking through the tunnel until they saw a red door…

  “We’re here,” Berto said in a serious tone.

  They entered and found themselves in a hideout, where there were even more anti-chrome signs and many people hanging out and talking to each other. Some were having competitions to see who could drink a bottle of oil the fastest, others were arm wrestling, but Berto guided them to a deeper part of the warehouse, where there were machines far more advanced than what was normal in the Depths of Robtopia.

  “Welcome to Warehouse 404,” Berto said in an excited tone.

  “Wow! How did you get these machines?” Triff asked, fascinated.

  “Oh, we stole them from the chromed ones. It’s much easier than it looks, they only care about their appearance and then they can’t fight.”

  “Hmm, makes sense, I guess,” Triff agreed.

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  “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? PUT THE DANG CPU IN THE MACHINE,” Hot Head shouted.

  “Alright, calm your chips,” Berto said, trying to calm Hot Head down.

  Berto placed the CPU into a machine that could help recover the information inside it.

  “Hmmm, nothing’s showing up,” Triff said impatiently.

  “Wait, there’s a location attached to this CPU,” Berto said, hopeful.

  “A location? Why the heck would that be attached to a CPU?!” Triff said, very confused.

  “I don’t know… but maybe we can get more information if we go there,” Berto said.

  Just as Berto finished saying that, they heard sounds coming from the other side of the Warehouse.

  They went to check what it was and came across pollinator robots searching through the Warehouse.

  “WHAT THE HECK??! HOW DID THEY FIND US??!!” Hot Head shouted, confused.

  “Our trackers detected a CPU belonging to Garlon in this area,” stated a pollinator robot.

  “Belonging to Garlon?” Triff questioned in his mind.

  “That’s it, they found our secret place,” Berto said desperately.

  “Secret? Dude, there’s a neon sign in front of a tunnel in the most suspicious place in the Depths. You call that secret?” another pollinator robot asked in an ironic tone.

  “Yeah, you have a point,” Berto said.

  Then Hot Head started fighting the pollinator robots, while Berto tried to obtain the coordinates of the location marked by the CPU.

  Triff tried to help Hot Head, but he just kept bouncing from side to side with his springs.

  By accident, he hit a pollinator robot and knocked it down.

  “SEE!? I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT, SPRINGY,” Hot Head said, proud of his friend.

  “Ouch! My head!” Triff exclaimed.

  Hot Head destroyed the last remaining pollinator robot, and right after that Berto came back.

  “I’VE GOT THE COORDINATES!” Berto exclaimed, excited and proud of himself.

  “So what are we waiting for? Let’s get going… but first let’s grab lunch at Burger Bot?” Triff said, as his screws rumbled with hunger.

  After a good lunch, they finally begin their journey toward the marked coordinates…

  When they arrived there, they saw something that left them VERY confused.

  The three of them shouted, almost in unison:

  “WHAT THE—”