One day at Cortex's lair, Cortex was working on a machine. It had a ton of little missiles in it, and it stuck out the window, pointing straight at Crash Bandicoot's house.

"Heh heh...he won't even know what hit him!" Cortex laughed to himself, looking out the window. He walked back over to his machine to work more on it when—out of nowhere—Tiny ran right through the door, making a shape of him on it. He was holding a checker board with him.

"Hey, hey Cortex!" he said.

Cortex turned around, and when he saw what Tiny did to the door, rolled his eyes. "What is it, Tiny?" he said.

"Want to play checkers?" Tiny asked.

"Tiny, I'm obviously busy right now. Maybe later," Cortex told him.

"But no one else will play!" Tiny said.

"Tiny, not right now! I'm working on something REALLY important!" Cortex said.

"Red or black?" Tiny asked, holding up the checker pieces.

"TINY—" Cortex began, angrily turning around, but he accidentally bumped into his machine—pressing the button. It spun around and pointed straight at Cortex and Tiny. "AAHH!" Cortex screamed. He quickly ducked and pulled Tiny onto the ground right before all the missiles went off.

Suddenly, Dingodile walked into the room, not knowing what was going on. When he saw a couple of missiles fly right towards him, he screamed and ran right out the door, slamming it shut before they could reach him.

When all the missiles had exploded, Cortex slowly got up off the ground and glared at Tiny angrily.

"What?" Tiny asked. He looked around the room, and saw all the damage the missiles made to it. "Oh...sorry..." he said.

Suddenly, the door fell right down. Cortex and Tiny looked at it, and saw Dingodile.

"What...on earth...was THAT?" he yelled.

Tiny looked down and quietly said, "It was an accident..."

"I could've gotten KILLED! Those missiles were CRAZY!" Dingodile yelled.

"Want to play checkers?" Tiny asked, changing the subject.

"TINY! Just go do something else!" Cortex yelled.

Tiny sadly walked out of the room.

Cortex sighed angrily and walked back over to his machine. "Well, there goes 2 months of working on this thing!" he said.

He angrily banged on it, then it exploded.

Later that day, Cortex was making a new machine after Tiny's "accident". He was being assisted by Dingodile, who was fixing the door after Tiny's other "accident".

Suddenly—again—Tiny came. He slammed the door open so quickly it squashed Dingodile on the wall.

"Cortex!" Tiny yelled as he ran to Cortex again.

"What now?" Cortex asked, still annoyed about before.

"There was a little accident outside..." Tiny said quietly.

Cortex immediately turned to Tiny with wide eyes. "WHAT HAPPENED?" he asked quickly.

"Well, I was playing baseball with N. Gin, and...um...he wasn't really paying attention when I threw the ball to him, so it kind of bounced off his head, and...broke the window..." Tiny explained.

"WHAT!" Cortex screamed. He turned around quickly and saw the window that was broken. "Great...first I have to make a new machine, now I have to buy a new window!" Cortex yelled.

"Sorry..." Tiny said.

"Tiny...sometimes saying 'sorry' just doesn't help!" Cortex told him. He walked away angrily.

Later that night, Cortex, Dingodile and N. Gin had a meeting.

"You missed a very interesting moment...Tiny almost killed me," Dingodile told N. Gin.

"He threw a baseball at my head," N. Gin said.

"Guys...what should we do about Tiny?" Cortex asked them.

"Lock him in the closet!" Dingodile said.

"Throw him out the window!" N. Gin said.

Cortex stared at them. "That's not really what I meant..." he said.

"Why am I even part of this? I was at the mall when all this stuff happened about Tiny anyway!" Nina complained.

"I just want to know about your opinion on Tiny," Cortex told her.

"Well, the only problem I've had with him is that one time he took my sandwich. I NEVER got over that," Nina said.

"That's IT?" Dingodile asked her.

"He learned not to mess with me after the sandwich incident. Trust me," Nina told him.

Wondering where everyone was, Tiny suddenly passed Cortex's room. He heard everyone talking, so he leaned up against the door to hear what they were saying.

"Well, what do YOU think we should do about Tiny, Cortex?" N. Gin asked.

"I'm not really sure..." Cortex said.

"Kick him out?" Nina suggested.

Dingodile and N. Gin suddenly perked up. "That's a GREAT idea!" they yelled. They immediately turned to Cortex and yelled, "Cortex?"

Cortex thought about that for a long time. "Well...I'm not so crazy about the term 'kicking out', but what about letting him move out?" he asked.

"Even BETTER!" N. Gin said.

"It is going to be very hard telling him this...I don't know if I should..." Cortex said, thinking.

Tiny gasped after he heard that. "I...I didn't know they felt this way about me..." he whispered. "Well, I'll give them what they want...I'll run away!"

He ran into his room and got out some bags. When he got all finished, he opened his window and jumped out.

Cortex suddenly walked into Tiny's room. "Tiny, there's something I need to—" He looked around, but Tiny wasn't there. "Oh no...TINY!" he yelled.