Meanwhile, NoHead landed in his room. There he found his secret weapon inside a compartment--a metal, yellow tube that could perform extremely powerful attacks.

***

Meanwile, Baby Intelligence found all the members in the lobby. Hell Burnbottom and Rotta were watching from above, soon joined by Mr. Stupid NoHead.

NoHead noticed they were all assembled. Yes, his will be very interesting indeed. On his command, robots came pouring into the lobby. Baby Intelligence rushed at them, his sword ablaze. The S.M.S.B. followed him and they cut down the first horde of robots with ease. That's when robots started pouring in from all sides. So many robots! Can we--he turned. Force Baby had somehow seized control of a handcart. Baby Strength cut down one more robot and climbed aboard.

From his private box overlooking the lobby, NoHead watched the battle unfold. Suddenly, it struck him. This is all Rotta's doing! She brought this on all of us!

He turned toward Rotta. "Rotta! This is all your fault!"

Rotta looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

You clueless disease. "You could have raised him as a NoHead. But no. You were too lazy!" He raised his hands.

My lord...

Zap! NoHead fired a bolt of lightning which zapped Rotta's cheek, knocking her into the other end of the balcony.

OK, what's wrong with him? Rotta wondered, rubbing her cheek.

"So...weak!" NoHead said, cackling. This chump will have to go.

***

Down below, Paige deserted the fight. She had taken out 10 robots and their commander before rushing for her fighter. Her destination: a volcano.

Baby Intelligence had the magma swords submerged in lava here. Paige landed her fighte in the volcano's pinnacle and went to get hers and return to the fight with a better weapon.

Just as she reached for the sword, a sword ignited behind her. "It was foolish of you to come here, Paige."

She turned to see Sebiscuits about to slash her. She took a leap into the air, ignited her original sword, and landed.

Sebiscuits charged. He hasn't learned anything yet, thought Paige, and charged.

Sebiscuits' sword flowed effortlessly as he spun his sword in all 5 directions with lightning speed. Paige met the attack with graceful strides and twirls, keeping her predator at bay.

***

Rotta got up, her eyes focused on the cloaked traitor before her. "Have it your way." She fired a stream of lightning, which was met by NoHead's stream. Both lightning bolts collided in the middle.

Didn't see that coming. If I can just-- NoHead smiled as he pressed his attack. Behind the crackling beam formed between the two bolts, Rotta was trying to do the same thing. NoHead meant the world to her, but she knew a traitor was a traitor. Just then, Mr. Stupid NoHead saw Hell Burnbottom about to get to his feet, and called to him, "Stay where you are!" He gritted his teeth. "This brat's mine!"

Hell Burnbottom sat down again. Realizing he couldn't redirect the lightning after all, NoHead released three beams from the center.

What's he doing? What are those? Rotta soon had her answer. Blinding beams circled around her, envoloping her body. She went spinning across the balcony, fell off, and hit the ground hard.

Rotta Hecks was dead.

Baby Intelligence ran over toward her corpse. "No! Mom!" he screamed. This can't be! It just can't! What has NoHead done?

He grabbed her tight and started crying. The tears running from his eyes scraped his cheek and landed on Rotta's unmoving cheek.

Suddenly, he heard NoHead clapping. "Congratulations, Peter. Your act was inspiring."

Baby Intelligence looked up at the balcony. You piece of shit! I'm going to make you pay for this!

Avoiding a laser blast, he climbed up the wall toward the balcony. It only took a few seconds to make it to the top.

Once aboard, he drew his sword. Instead of drawing his own, NoHead electrocuted Baby Intelligence. As the lightning pinned him to the floor, Peter writhed in pain until NoHead released the beam a moment later. "It is foolish to challenge me," said NoHead as he advanced on Peter. "This is the S.M.S.B.'s final hour!"

Baby Intelligence jumped to his feet and ignited his sword again. "Oh, I don't think--"

Zap! Baby Intelligence was knocked to the floor again by a streak of lightning NoHead wove from his tube. Peter groaned as NoHead towered over him. "This is your last stand," he said. "I'm going to destroy you." Baby Intelligence continued to huff as he watched NoHead kneel toward him. "After tonight, the NoHeads will return to power. Nothing will stand in our way! And if my world ever speaks of you, they'll speak only of how you proved to be a wuss!"

He raised his sword, only to be met by Peter's. Baby Intelligence got to his feet and attacked fiercely. Sparks flew as he released his most ferocious attack yet. With effort, NoHead blocked and parried each move.

***

Meanwhile, Paige and Sebiscuits continued to clash. Finally, their swords locked onto each other.

"You have unusual powers, jerk," Sebiscuits said, shooting Paige a rough yet condescending look. "But not enough to save you!"

Unexpectedly, instead of replying Paige closed her eyes and held her sword down.

Sebiscuits could hardly believe it. She's surrendering! Without any mercy or hesitation whatsoever, Sebiscuits swung hard, slicing through Paige's form. And then the satisfying sound of Paige's larger body hitting the floor filled Sebiscuits's ears, and he laughed. Then he used his telekinesis to seize his and Paige's magma swords.

***

Finally, Baby Intelligence had Mr. Stupid NoHead cornered against a wall. With one kick and a strong thrust, he knocked him over and disarmed him. NoHead's sword fell off the balcony. I've got you now!

"Get a grip," NoHead said. "What has Rotta ever done for you?"

She didn't know. She was only working for you because no one else would hire her. Besides, I couldn't control my powers when she left me. "Why did you kill her?" he demanded.

"Because I could." He fired a giant lightning blast from his tube he'd found. Peter went flying off the balcony. Dazed, he got up just as NoHead landed. Looks like Force Baby and Baby Strength are making progress.

NoHead charged the tube, about to fire again. Just as he had his finger on the switch, Baby Intelligence used his telekinesis to snatch it from him. The rube went flying through the air and into Peter's hand.

Meanwhile, Force Baby found himself back-to-back with Baby Strength. Force Baby took out robots with his gun and Baby Stregnth deflected blasts back toward opponents, until--

"Baby Strength! Look!" Force Baby shouted.

Baby Strength gasped. Baby Intelligence had used the metal tube to cross lightning streams with NoHead! NoHead grunted as he swung his arm to quickly redirect the lightning in every possible direction. Even from 20 feet away Force Baby could feel the heat; Baby Strength couldn't feel it at all.

Finally, NoHead used his free hand to conjure a stream of fire from his mouth. Force Baby and Baby Strength's jaws dropped as the stream landed on the ground and the bottom half looped neatly. Then NoHead waved his hand and the fire jet shot toward his enemy. Baby Intelligence quickly caught it in the metal tube. He flipped a switch, unaware of what it did. Uh-oh, he thought. This could get very messy. Just then, a huge, yellow beam came out the end. NoHead took the beam straight to the chest. Amid his agony, NoHead tried to rush at Peter, but before he could get to his feet Baby Intelligence fired another beam just like the first. NoHead lifted into the air, screaming in pain...and boom! An eerie howl filled the air as the criminal Peer had been chasing after for months without end exploded in a release of violent energy.

He's gone! thought Baby Intelligence as a few white-hot sparks flew past his face.

With that, all the robots deactivated and Hell Burnbottom made an emergency getaway in a small patrol craft.

Baby Intelligence made for the balcony, where a microphone was tilted. "Settle down, my friends," he said. "NoHead has been destroyed!"

Force Baby and Baby Strength looked up, shocked.

"We have suffered many losses," Peter continued, "but he is gone forever!"

"Yes!" the two cheered, hi-fiving each other.

The battle was over. They had won.