In the heart of Yautja Prime, a young Predator has earned the rank of Young Blood. After years of harsh training, the young Predator stands before his elders. The Elder bestows the weapons and equipment to the Young Blood.

Predator Elder: <You have endured much, young one. You began this training as a Pup. And you have proven yourself a worthy hunter. Now I am honored to grant you the title of Elite.>

The newly knighted Elite Predator bows before his elders, fully embracing the honor they have bestowed upon him.

Predator Elder: <A Bad Blood has been sighted on a planet that has been the site of many great hunts. This Bad Blood is devoid of honor. You must hunt down this Bad Blood and kill him. Now go, Elite. May honor guide your Hunt and may you find glory.>

As the Predator Elder bestows the mission upon the Elite, the Predator accepts the mission without hesitation. The Predator readies his equipment and sets out on his search for the Bad Blood. Meanwhile on Earth in the Saturday's HQ, Zak Saturday was talking with his uncle Doyle Blackwell.

Doyle: So I had the Mothman right in my sights. He put a good chase, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I saw an opening. 

Zak: And you took it?

Doyle: Right on, Little Man. The only problem was that the Mothman was a lot smarter than I gave him credit for and led me into a dense forest, too dense for me to go in with my jetpack. By the time I picked up a trail, the Mothman was long gone. 

Zak: Cool! So what was the hardest mission you ever did?

As Zak said that, there was a long pause. Doyle's usually cocky smile fell. Zak could see that something was bothering Doyle. 

Zak: Uncle Doyle?

Doyle: Oh....um....sorry, Mini Man. You're too young for that story. Maybe when you're older.

Zak: Really? Out of all the stories you've told me, this is the one that I'm too young to hear? Maybe you're....

Doyle: C'mon. How about some video games? 

Zak: Oh really? You're on! I'm gonna beat you this time! 

Doyle: We'll see about that, Mini Man. 

With that, Zak and Doyle played a fighting game. It wasn't long before Zak's faithful companion Fiskerton entered the room. The kind, hulking Lemurian cheered Zak on. At first, Zak seemed to have Doyle on the ropes. But at the last minute, Doyle hits Zak with a finishing combo to end the fight. 

Doyle: Boo yah!

Zak: Aw man! I thought I had you! 

As Zak said that, Doc and Drew Saturday entered the room. 

Drew: Having fun, boys? 

Zak: I was so close to beating Uncle Doyle!

Doyle: Close, but not enough. Don't worry, Mini Man. I'm sure you'll get beat me next time!

Doyle chuckled as he ruffled Zak's hair. 

Doc: We've got word on a Cryptid sighting within the jungles of Guatemala. Other Cryptozoologists have attempted to find this Cryptid, but they've all gone missing. 

Doyle: Wait....Guatemala?

Doc: Yes. The Cryptid was spotted within the forest of Guatemala. 

As Doc said this, there was a long pause. Doc and Drew could tell that something bothered Doyle about going to Guatemala.

Zak: You okay, Uncle Doyle?

Doyle: What? Uh...yeah. Sorry about that. 

Drew: If you want to sit this one out, then it's....

Doyle: I'm fine, Drew. Really. 

After that, Doyle got his bearings and carried on like everything was normal.

Zak: You think Argost is involved?

Drew: There's no way to tell, but I wouldn't past Argost to try something. 

Zak: Sweet! It's been too long since we've done something cool!

Doc: Don't get too ahead of yourself, Zak. For all intents and purpose, this is going to be a quiet mission. 

Doyle: But when do things ever go quietly. In my experience, you always gotta prepare for things to get hairy. I should know. 

Doyle's comment annoyed Doc and Drew, but they couldn't help but agree. 

Zak: So what do we know about this Cryptid? 

Doc: Not much. There's been sightings here and there, but nothing concrete. But whatever the Cryptid is, I'm sure we'll find it. 

With that, the Secret Saturdays prepared for their mission to find the Cryptid within the jungles of Guatemala. But what they didn't realize was that they would be  Meanwhile deep in the jungles of Guatemala, two Cryptozoologists were looking for a Cryptid that had been spotted within the area. 

Cryptozoologist #1: The Cryptid must be here somewhere! 

Cryptozoologist #2: Hold on....I think I hear something....

The Cryptozoologists moved quietly as they heard something nearby. They carefully walked to some bushes to get a closer look. They saw a humanoid creature doing something. But when they got a better look, they saw a Bad Blood Predator in the process of skinning a dead Cryptozoologist. This horrifies the two Cryptozoologists as the Bad Blood Predator spots them. Without warning, the Bad Blood throws a Combi Stick and impales the one of Cryptozoologists onto a tree. This terrifies the other one into running. As the Cryptozoologist runs for his life, a Smart Disc severs one of the Cryptozoologist's legs. The Cryptozoologist falls to the ground as he attempts to crawl away. He looks behind him to see the Bad Blood closing in on him.

Cryptozoologist #1: P...please! Don't kill me! Please! I don't want to die!

When the Bad Blood catches up to the Cryptozoologist, the Bad Blood impales the Cryptozoologist with his Wristblades and hoists him up. The Bad Blood then tears the man's head and spine off, claiming the head as a trophy before letting out a bloodcurdling roar. Meanwhile, the Elite Predator arrives at Earth. He picks up the Bad Blood's signal on Earth. Once the Elite Predator acquires the Bad Blood's signal, he flies his ship in Earth to begin his hunt for the Bad Blood. In that moment, a collision course was set between the Saturdays, the Elite Predator and the Bad Blood in a bloody hunt.