Meanwhile in the El Chupacabras' headquarters in Urugary, the members of the group are discussing about another way to find anyone forming a group against them.

Luckily, they made it back to South America, as you can see! It took them lots of time, skill, and patience to take the truck down from the tree. By the time they got the truck free from the tree, it was nighttime and too late to continue in with their mission, so they just headed back home.

Now they, including Vincent, are in sitting in a circle in Luis's small room, devising a better plan to accomplish their mission.

"Now we know to never let Juan drive ever again," Gareth points out, glaring at Juan.

"Hey, I'm bad, so my driving skills will also be bad!" the Colombian explains with a huge grin.

"We have already discussed about how horrid Juan's driving skills are," Luis states with his hands on his knees, since he is sitting criss-crossed on the floor. "We must now discuss about an alternative way to find out if there is anyone forming against us."

Then as if on cue, a boombox appears out of thin air and drops onto the ground in the middle of the circle.

"What the--?"

Alexis's sentence is cut off by two cassette tapes popping out from then air and clattering next to the boombox.

The six guys stare at the unexpected items.

"Music!" Juan exclaims as he crawls over to the boombox.

"The question is, what type of music?" Bryan asks with a raised eyebrow.

"We shall find out," Vincent answers as he eyes the Colombian placing a cassette tape into the boombox with glee.

Juan then presses play and crawls back as the music begins playing. "Ooo!" He exclaims with lit up eyes. "This is nice music!"

"I kinda like it," Gareth says, bobbing his head to the beat.

Alexis and Bryan begin swaying back and forth to the music while snapping to the beat while Luis and Vincent start doing disco moves with their hands to the music.

And before you knew it, Los Chupbacabras are grooving to the same song the Pro 12 threw out.

After the first song is over, Juan immediately places in the second cassette and continues dancing to the new song. So that is what they did: switched the songs while dancing.

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Two hours later...

"Okay, okay, let's get back on track!" Luis shouts as he pulls out a smoking cassette tape from the boombox.

"Awwwwww!" the rest of the soccer players cry out; Juan cried out the loudest, of course.

Luis shoots them the death stare while growling at them with his teeth bared.

Everyone backs away and slowly sits back down.

"Okay." The leader grabs the boombox and two tapes and carries them out of the circle and over to his desk. "So, we must figure out a way to see if there are any players from the leagues we want forming against us!"

"There are," Vincent replies matter-of-factly.

Juan places his hands on his cheeks and cries out: "Oh no!"

"Really?" Luis's eyes fly open. "Who?"

As a response, Vincent pulls out a brown cloth sack and dumps its contents on the floor in front of him: twelve voodoo dolls.

"OOO! Dolls!" the Colombian exclaims, reaching his hands out toward the cloth-material figures.

"These are not toys!" the Nigerian bellows, extending his hands out at Juan so that he would stop trying to get to them. "These are...voodoo dolls." He begins organizing the dolls side-by-side. "Each of these dolls represent each member of the Pro 12."

"The Pro 12?" Gareth makes an odd look. "What's that?"

Vincent looks up from his dolls. "It's the group that is formed against us."

"And who's in this...group?" Luis growls with a dark look, rubbing his hands together.

"No one that you guys will know of except for Howard, Müller, and Ochoa. The rest are football, baseball, and hockey players."

"Ooo, those guys!" Alexis spits out with hatred at the mention of those soccer players' names.

"So now that we know who is against us, what would we do?" Gareth questions. "What's the best approach to take?"

"We must weaken the group." Vincent states sternly with a supreme-fashion. "And to do so, we must..."

"...capture some of the guys!" Luis finishes off quickly. "Yes! Yes! Brilliant, Vincent, just plain brilliant!" He shakes the Nigerian's hands excitedly since he is sitting next to him.

"Who should we capture?" Bryan asks. "I don't think we can capture all twelve...?"

Vincent yanks his hands away from the leader. "We shall let the spirits decide that." He then scoops the dolls carefully into his arms, gets up, turns around, and heads over to the wall, which is across from Luis's desk.

He then pulls out pins from his pockets and pins each doll onto the wall into four rows. After that, he stands back at the doll-decorated wall and states: "Dolls, dolls on the wall, who're the guys that we should haul?"

Suddenly, four out of the twelve dolls begin to glow a bright, pure green colour.

"Ah!" Vincent then unpins the glowing dolls, making them stop glowing. He raises the dolls into the air, letting the rest of the soccer players see the good guys chosen to be captured by them.

"These are the members of the Pro 12 we must capture." He puts three dolls into one hand and raises on doll up: "Patrick Kane--" He switches Patrick's doll for another doll. "Tom Brady--" He switches Brady's doll for another doll. "Bryce Harper--" He switches Bryce's doll for another doll. "Tim Howard. And I will do the task."

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In the Pro 12 headquarters, Patrick, Brady, Bryce, and Tim are gathered around a table in the main room, which is empty, playing Go Fish with NHL trading cards.

"Do you guys have any Marleaus, man?" Patrick asks, looking at his teammates from behind his cars.

"Your mom has Marleaus," Brady shoots back.

"For the last time, dude, my mom's not here!" The hockey player shoots him a flat look. "What you're saying isn't gnarly."

"Your mom is not gnarly," the football player continues on.

"Patrick, he's not going to stop," Bryce tells him with his eyes on his hand-held mirror. "Just like how Chris is not going to stop picking on me. At least he's not here." He runs his comb through his hair.

"I have a Marleau!" Tim exclaims, handing a card over to Patrick. "See, I just saved ya! Because I'm the goalie that can save anything!"

"Can you save yourself and your fellow teammates?" an eerie, deep, unfamiliar voice asks from behind the soccer goalie.

The four members of the Pro 12 turn to look at who just talked.

"Vincent Enyeama!" Tim shouts out loud. "What are you doing here?"

"I am going...to take you guys to a place far, far away--"

"Your mom's gonna take you to a place far, far away!" Brady cuts him off.

Vincent shoots the Patriot an odd look. "What? My mom's not here!"

"Trust me, he says that all the time," Bryce says, turning back to do his hair.

"Yo Mamma's so fat, they used her for the New Years ball drop!" Brady exclaims. He then bursts into laughter.

"That's not radical, man, no." Patrick shakes his head while eyeing the football player.

"Enough with this nonsense!" the Nigerian snaps. "Time to get on with the plan!"

He extends his hands out at them and suddenly, green energy forms all around the five of them, engulfing them. When the misty energy disappears, the five athletes are gone.

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