Hexter wasn't sure what to make of his situation. His father escaped, but Hexter never listened to what his father said. Now, he regretted it. He stared up at the Ring of fogo for a little longer before realizing the room had darkened. The Ring burst into flames and gave off a heat wave. Hexter backed away slowly from the Ring, still staring at it.

The trainer called something out, and all the dolphins lined up in front of the Ring. Like slaves Hexter thought. He watched as each golfinho leaped through the hoop. The human called out their names as they made their way through the Ring."Slasher.....Glo....Ziplock....Flame...."...

Lester yawned loudly and began to tinker with Dexter's sunglasses, knowing that it annoyed him. Suddenly, Hexter burst into his room. "Lester, bro, can I borrow those?" He asked and motioned to the sunglasses in Lester's flipper. Lester looked up sleepily. "Sure, I but they're not mine, they're Dexter's," Lester handed Hexter the glasses. Hexter grinned evilly, "I know that," He laughed wickedly. "I know that," He repeated and left.

Lester knew that Hexter was up to something, perhaps another prank. He hoped it wasn't going to be on their father, Blowhole, because last time, he got overly angry...

Hexter struggled violently against the net. If he didn't get the water out his lugs soon, he would die and he knew it. Hexter lashed one way to the next. The net got caught into his mouth, cutting into the roof of his mouth. I'm gonna die. he thought gloomily as he gasped for air. So far, he had only succeeded in tangling his right flipper tighter in the netting. Hexter struggled again for one last time and was still.

Dexter was happy. He thought he had killed Hexter, and now his troubles were over. No mais prankster. The perfect paradise. As he swam home, he realized that his parents would...