Final winner is determined and prizes finalized.

“Sorry sir, we don’t have all the materials to restore this section,” a Toad reported. Around you, Toads, machamps, octolings and inklings were mopping up ink, setting up temporary supports, and nailing wood over holes. “Most of what we had on hand was allocated for the wedding venue and that thing destroyed the industrial replicators.”

“Okay, do what you can for now and put in orders for material from Breeding Habitats Alpha and Beta,” your dad ordered. “There should be someone awake somewhere on the planet.” The Toad saluted and walked away to make the calls. Your dad then turned to you and his friends.

“Thanks for the opportunity to exercise these old muscles, “ Hoofer chuckled as he awkwardly flexed a bit with the ink gun in his hands. A female octoling jumped up and snatched the gun from his hand and walked off with a glare and hugged their gun protectively.

“Let’s go back to the game and just show our cards and collect final winnings,” your dad suggests. “Then y’all can go home.”

“Just letting you know, I want to buy back Tea,” Hoofer said as the group re-entered the game room. You waved goodbye to Gavin and Molly, who were gathering paintings and other junk to be repaired or replaced, before following the group into the game room.

“Okay, everyone who was still in, reveal your cards,” your dad says now that everyone was around the table once more. The characters were ‘encouraged’ to return to their respective pens while they waited for the close out.

Everyone except for Hoofer revealed their cards, showing that your two pairs beat out your dad’s due to having a Nine Pair to his Four pair (the two of you shared the King pair in the flop cards). As your dad’s Toads were working on cleaning up, no Toad came down to move Blake nor Hinata over to your pen. They just walked over (Hinata more reluctantly than Blake) though Blake kept glaring at you with her posture and cat ears tense.

“So, what do I need to give for the Tea?” Hoofer asked your dad.

“I’ll take my snowglobe collection back,” your dad said with the seriousness of demanding a first born. Hoofer shifted his mouth around in thought for a few minutes.

“Seriously! I’m worth a few snowglobes?” Tea cried in dismay. Hoofer finally sighed and shook your dad’s hand.

“Deal, I will have Mercy deliver them in the morning,” Hoofer stated before he looked over at you. “By the way, why were you hiding that James was your brat?”

“I tried calling you after you asked to look into who bought Diana,” your dad explained. “But everytime I would get sent to voicemail or the secretary saying you were busy.”

“And I told him about the threats at the office and how your Alex showed up at my house,” you shrugged.

“So you decided to keep me in the dark and use poker night to get back at me,” Hoofer nodded. “Bit rude but can’t say I didn’t deserve it.”

“I wanted to know how long it would take for you to figure it out,” Collins says, surrounded by his Kyoshi Warriors. “Which reminds me.” Collins held out his hand and both your dad and Don transferred money to his account. This quickly turned into a series of everyone converting their chips into money and putting them away.

“I am sorry for how I reacted at Rein Corp, I had spent that morning trying to convince the jerkasses at Lightning Pitchforks to give back the ranch,” Hoofer apologized to you. “It doesn’t excuse it but I shouldn’t have let my temper take over.”

“No problem,” you waved him off. “Thanks for the Alex, I have been looking for her.”

“Like for a collection or something?” Hoofer raised his eyebrow.

“Or something…” You reply.

“Well anyways, if possible can you stop by my lab once a week so we can get use-data on the mod on Wonder Woman?” Hoofer asks you, giving over a card with an address on it. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say, putting the card away. The night soon ended with everyone filtering out after making arrangements for stuff that were not present to be delivered to the winner’s respective home. Though you soon realize that you have one small problem.

“How am I going to get you all home now!” You cry realizing that the crowd of sixteen beautiful characters will not be fitting in your five person car.