Hans was tucked in his bed when he got the call. His Godfather Chair Martin and his most beloved Godnutter were gunned down in the still of the night.

He knew he would miss watching his squirrel leader jumping from the trees and frolicking with his nuts. Mokus would bring home the best nuts and everyone loved to grab handfuls.

But, there was no time to mourn just yet. That would come later. For now there was work to be done. And so Hans quickly got dressed and tied his ascot around his neck. He stopped and ran his hands through Mokus’ nuts that he left behind. Then he made his way to regroup with their remaining crew and close friends.

After a few more needless deaths, it became apparent that there was a need to help with the rebuilding of Las Vegas.  Hans was asked to go and set up with this in mind. 

Hans grabbed the biggest nut sack he could find, knowing that he would need this, and he filled it up. It was a huge load but that was ok. Hans is tough. He grabbed his nut sack and slung it over his shoulder. Without fanfare he got busy setting up the new headquarters for those who came with him and to house any who wanted to join.

“I will do my best to help with the rebuilding of Las Vegas. I know his will be a tough job but we are all Tough Nuts”!