Cuban Pete's pod rocked violently as it was struck by Ganondorf's energy waves. Desperately trying to keep the pod under control, Cuban Pete retreated upward and away from the fortress. Clearly, if the ship was to survive this fight, the fight would have to relocate somewhere safer... like a field or something. Cuban Pete hatched yet another plan, this one having nothing to do with grenades. Flying out to the rather broad crater his ship had left on first landing on this crater, he delicately placed a second tracking beacon in the middle of the crater, and flew the pod a quarter-mile straight up.

Confident that his plan was in motion, Cuban Pete plucked a hand teleporter from the workbench, set its target to Tracking Beacon #1 (in the now-top floor of Ganondorf's fortress), and activated it. With a soft crackle, a blue opaque oval appeared at Pete's feet. Pete slipped the hand teleporter into his pocket, stepped off the oval, and stepped back onto it. With one small step into the oval, Pete appeared at the far end of the room from Bee and Ganondorf. A crackling stun baton in one hand, and a spray bottle of Space Lube in the other, Pete looked ready to unleash all hell on anyone in his way. Maybe.