"Who the hell are you?" asked the Monopoly Man uncouthly. This task was particularly difficult because: a) he was not entirely sure what a couth was, and b) he was not sure if a hunk of metal could appear to lack in couth's.

"Peacekeepers," replied the formation of small green soldiers standing before him. Monopoly Man squinted at them for a moment and then turned to the Race Car. "Peacekeepers?" The Race Car shrugged before he remembered that metal couldn't necessarily shrug. "I dunno," he said. "You got me."

"What exactly are you here to keep peaceful?" asked the Monopoly Man. He was aware that despite the ongoing game the other pieces were keeping their eyes on the situation. The green soldiers glanced at each other for a moment, as if to mentally confer with one another, and then turned back to the Monopoly Man. "The Monopoly Game board."

Monopoly Man scoffed so hard he fell backwards, also due to the fact that one of the younger children had moved the board on his way to the bathroom. From across the board there came a torrent of expletives from the Artillery as he struggled to right himself again without much success.

"If you'll excuse us," said one of the soldiers politely and the cluster marched off down the board briskly, fanning out across the board, ignoring the protests of the Battleship as they hauled her off of B and B railroads. "Sorry Ma'am," said one. "This is now our official headquarters."

"But I own it," she cried as they forcible placed her into the Baltic, Mediterranean Avenue slums. "Used to, Ma'am, official government property now. We can do that." Another handed her a few scraps of paper. "This should be more than adequate to compensate you."

"This isn't even monopoly money; this is a risk mission card."

The soldier just nodded. "More than adequate."

More than a little confused by the sudden intrusion upon the game board, the other pieces stoically attempted to play on. The Race Car went first after the initial interruption by the Risk pieces. He was moving from Vermonter to Kentucky when the Risk pieces stopped him just outside of the Electricity Utility.

"Whoa!" said one. "You have to stop at our checkpoints, or else we fire. Understand?" The Race Car nodded confusedly, but remained undaunted, though he too was unaware of what exactly a daunt was. He felt almost a little self conscience to be lacking in the daunted department, a fear he would later confide to the Monopoly Man.

"Now, do you have any clearance for this sector?"

"Clearance?" asked the Race Car. He pointed at the human hand above. "Isn't that clearance?"

"Ooh, sorry, not on my list of approved clearance forms," replied the Green soldier glancing down at a clipboard. "I see you are trying to get through the Utilities of the board and without clearance."

"I suppose that would be true," said the Race Car feeling slightly nauseated by all of this.

"Well, I am sorry, but unfortunately, I am going to have to detain you," said the soldier nonchalantly as a squad maneuvered themselves into a position completely surrounding the Race Car. "Uh," he said, not a little off balance at this point. "Don't I get some rights or something. I saw it on law and order once, you know, for a lawyer and stuff."

"No," replied the soldier, "not really." And they hauled him off to the Jail. Monopoly Man watched the entire procession with weary eyes. It would be more appropriate to say, gold tinted metallic eyes, but for the purpose of the story weary will do just find. "You know," he said to the Hat. "This is going to get a lot worse before it gets any better." The Hat sighed, " I know, they just revoked my right to espouse the communist manifesto."

"That piece of shit, good for them," replied the Monopoly Man grimly. They stood there in silence for a moment, watching the new soldiers march into Boardwalk and seize the Artillery piece as contraband. He went to Jail without a struggle, or passing Go for that matter.

"You want to know the honest to goodness truth though?" asked the Monopoly Man. The Hat looked at him for a moment, not an easy feat for an object that lacked eyes, or even sentience for that matter. "Not really" he said in all honesty.

"I hate it when those little punks mix up the games like this. They aren't even playing by the right rules anymore."

"Is that why there bringing in the cavalry and artillery pieces?" asked the Hat in a low, depressed tone of voice. Monopoly Man nodded. "Yep, that's why." There was a momentary pause as the Monopoly man strolled across the board towards one of the fast approaching horse mounted officers. "Excuse me sir? Sir?" called out the Monopoly Man; he waved an arm in a vain attempt to get the soldiers attention. Finally, just as he came upon the horse mounted man himself, the officer turned to a soldier and glared at him. "Is this what you call security soldier?"

"Uh, sorry sir," quipped the green infantry soldiers and the formed a defensive shield around the officer and quietly surrounded the Monopoly Man. "Step away from the barrier!" cried one in a calm, but menacing voice.

"I just wanted to know exactly who gave you the authority to keep the peace. I mean you guys can't just barge in here right?"

"We received proper authority by going through the Leadership Council of the United Board Games," replied the Officer. He sounded as though he were speaking to nothing more than an inanimate object incapable of thought processing, intelligence, or love. Monopoly Man nodded for a moment, "Who, um, exactly compromises this UBG?"

"Most of the civilized board games," answered the Officer haughtily.

"And why weren't the Monopoly pieces invited to join?" asked the Monopoly Man after a moment. In the background he could just make out the detention of the Dog for attempting to defecate on one of the new barriers emplaced around the board.

"You can draw your own conclusion as to that reason," replied the Officer and he rode off with several cannon in tow. Monopoly Man would have sworn, or even shaken his fist at him, had he not seen the Battleship get hauled into Jail just a few moments ago for doing just that at a barricade erected on the Water Works. "This is going to get a lot worse before it gets better," he said again, this time to himself.