It was a nice day in Emerald City. The sun was shining, and people out were doing their daily routines. That included a smart fox boy who was tinkering in his garage. In a home... strangely shaped like himself... lived Miles Tails Prower, also simply known as Tails. He was in his driveway, tinkering with the engine of his plane, the Tornado. He was humming a familiar tune, smiling and enjoying the time he had.

"Hmmm hmm! Wow, this thing really got busted up since last time. I've really got to install a better shield on this."

Tails said as he pushed away from his plane, sitting up at his toolbox. He then noticed something missing from his box.

"Huh!? Oh no, I ran out of bolts! How could this happen? I'm usually in charge of this. Urgh, guess I need to go to the store after all."

Tails said as he stood up, taking his toolbox and a bag of the bolts he needed to get.