Potato looks at an exhibit off to the left of the center display, labeled "The Red-Black." The display shows a small dragon who is half red on the left half of his body and red on the right side, with bat like wings and beady eagle eyes sitting on a pile of valuable gems. The skin looks smooth and leathery, instead of the usual lizard like scales commonly known to dragons, and a slender tail. The description of it read "The Red-Black is a rather unique dragon found around the swamps of Neigh Orleans. It was reported to have completely stripped caravans of all their treasures in one swoop then retreat back into the deep, dangerous swamps. Its appearances were rather well recorded, with reports of eyes that scanned every movement made, smooth, leathery skin that could not be pierced by normal arrows, and bat like wings that silently moved in for treasure. But it seemed that nopony could agree on its color. evenly split, half the reports said it was a blood red and the other half said it was black as night. The dragon was slain by a party of adventurers utilizing a fake caravan rigged with explosives. Though even the ponies who saw it after it was slain could not seem to agree on its color. Even after decades of research, nopony can agree on its color."

Potato looks up from the description and trots over to Niv and her display at the mention of the gem in "The Elder's" mouth. "Seems like its just an attention getter." Potato says. "Though these exhibits are good at pretty good at attention getting." The starchy hero adds, pointing the exhibit he just left.

Potato notices the figure bounding from roof to roof. Potato stops dead in his tracks, admiring the way the figure effortlessly jumps the gaps between the roofs. The caped crusader sensing that the bounding figure may have something to do with the earlier disturbance, our starchy hero of time, space, and vegetables looks for a way up to the roofs. He then spots an alleyway with a rather convenient ladder to the rooftops in it. "Come on, this way!" PoPo yells out to Niv, heroically running into alley and climbing up the ladder. Because ponies can totally climb ladders. Their anatomy allows them to do that. Definitely.

Idaho was awakened by the general amount of chaos, so much chaos that Discord was probably laughing at them all. The gas had dispersed for Idaho to not be affected by it, though he was still extremely groggy. Idaho got up and looked around. He then realized something. Couldn't he just leave? He wasn't needed there and really didn't like the prospect of Catmare strangling him to death with her whip. That's never fun. Idaho decides that leaving seems like the best idea, and trots towards the exit, stage left. Unfortunately for our non-caped farmer, he stepped on the slinky he was previously trapped in , and was launched in the air; because physics. Flailing in the air, Idaho lands directly in front of the worst best superhero, Supermare. Idaho lands on his face, crumbling in a heap with an audible "OW!"

Potato follows Niv to the museum. "You think they have an art exhibit? I do like art." Potato asks as they near the museum.

Potato was indeed frustrated. Not angry though. Anger makes a fight a lot more complicated than it needs to be."A bop on the nose? Ok, fine." Potato says as he swings a hoof directly at his opponent's nose, with as much speed as possible,  hoping to get his hoof onto his opponent's face before he had a chance to block.

Idaho was more than a little surprised when he did not, in fact, explode in a fiery ball of awesome, but instead was merely covered in mashed potatoes and confetti. Probably should have seen that coming, considering how all the other traps had merely been party favors.

Idaho then starts to whistle a small, lively tune as Woodwind starts to try and free Idaho from his slinky prison of imprisonment. As Idaho's hind legs are about to be set free, Catmare throws evil spheres of gas at him and Woody. Idaho can't really flee from the gas, so he's forced to sit there and breathe it in. It made Idaho feel numb and tingly. And tired. So very tired... After a minute or two of exposure o the gas, Idaho closed his eyes and fell asleep, falling into a peaceful state of dreaming.

Potato shrugs, putting the last few french fries he had in hi mouth. After swallowing them, he says "Well, fighting isn't my preferred way of getting things done, but sometimes its the only way to get things done. I don't go overboard, just give those who need it a kick to the face." PoPo then throws his empty plate away in a nearby trashcan. "4 bits for 12 fries. What a ripoff." Potato says, a little annoyed.