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They're everywhere! But a team of anthropomorphic monster hunters is putting them down! |
| [Introduction]
When Mad Scientist Farley Crow invents a Brain Enhancer Machine, he unwittingly blows his mind and gets himself tossed into a parallel dimension where his Subconcious spews out an endless stream of monsters in our dimension. After an initial period of confusion, the nations of the world establish various ways to deal with the constant inflow of monsters which appear randomly all over the world. In America, it's Monster Control, or MonCon, under the administration of the military. Monster Control has a central command headquarters and a number of teams of MONSTER MASHERS, often civilians under contract to the army. One such team is Team Mango, an all-anthropomorphic team. Team Members................... Jerry Ono, Gecko, specialist in psionics and mentalisms George Loup, Wolf, monster veterinarian Butch Blackmane, Lion, heavy weapons specialist Kira Slayzar, Komodo Dragon, combat specialist, hand to hand Clickable links ----------------------- Chapter 1: Putty and Coca Cola Chapter 2: Killer Klowns Chapter 3: When Hairy Met Silly Chapter 4: Shkandowa Land |
| Name: George Loup Species: Gray Wolf Occupation: Monster Veterinarian The machine beeped a steady tone that said that all was well, so far. George looked at the camera he had on the other end of the extraction device. "Just a little further," he said. The beeping started to change a bit. "Doctor, the patient is starting to wake up," said an assistant. "Damnit, that anesthesia wasn't supposed to wear off for another thirty minutes," said George. "Alright, the important thing is to keep the patient calm; I do not want to lose another extraction device and camera. Patient is still secured to the table?" "So far," said another assistant, nervously. "Bit its limbs are getting bigger." "Just stay calm," said George. "Act as if there is nothing wrong." "Are you sure this is safe?" a third assistant asked. George looked at the assistant. "What do you think?" The assistant looked at him. "You don't want to know my answer." "Good answer," said George. Just then, the beeping changed to a rapid sound. "Oh Shit!" exclaimed one of the assistants, just as the patient woke up, bust its restraints, and tossed the assistants, not to mention swallowed the extraction device and camera, and got off of the over-sized operating table it had been on. The creature looked at George, and grinned, showing off its many sharp teeth. George looked at the creature, which looked like some sort of mutated saber-toothed tiger-thing. "Sammy, open up." The creature shook its head. "There'll be a steak in it for you, big, juicy, and raw," said George. The creature made an expression, as if thinking it over, before shaking its head. "Alright," George said, with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to explain to Tabitha why you're going to be stuck in that one room, and why she won't be able to play with you any more." The creature's eyes bulged, and made a pleading motion, before opening its mouth. "Good boy," George said, as he shoved his arm, and most of his upper body, down the creature's throat. "Ah, there it is, along with the two extraction devices and cameras." The assistants watched as George came back out, half covered in saliva, and holding onto the two previously swallowed devices, plus the target of their search. "Now Sammy, what have I told you about eating my shoes?" the doctor asked. Sammy made an embarrassed expression. "That's right," said George. "Next time, I'll leave it in there, and you can suffer until it comes out." |
| Name: Butch Blackmane Species: African lion Occupation: Heavy weapons specialist Butch looked at Sammy "Putting that thing on a leather diet?" George says "Butch, you scared me out of my wits, what are you doing here?" Butch says "Sorry about that, General Jetjaw wants us all in the briefing room. Another monster is on the rampage." |
| Name: Kira Slayzar Species: Komodo Dragon Occupation: Bodygaurd Gender: Female Team Specialty: Fighting,Hand to Hand Combat Kira was the Bodygaurd of Queen Sussundrah the Cobra Queen of Shantae Country. The Queen was attending a diplomatic meeting when suddenly a BLACK OUT! |
| At the Headquarters of MonCon, General Jutjaw, a warthog, was being briefed about the Coca-Cola eating monster in Atlanta. "Can we nuke it?" Jutjaw asked. His aide, Major Grimley, a sloth, rolled his eyes. "Not without killing everybody in Atlanta." "How about poison?" "General, the thing eats Coke Zero. I don't think poison would slow it down." The general snapped his fingers. "I've got it. Get me Weather Con on the line. Hello, General Breezy? I need to freeze Atlanta. Yes, I know that's not typical Atlanta weather, but it's January, you old fool. You can't give me freezing weather in January? Why call yourselves weather control if you can't control it?" The General hung up. "He'll do it. They're getting the planes ready now." Major Grimley looked confused. "I don't get it. Why freeze Atlanta?" "For one thing, Major, nobody wants a cold drink in cold weather, but more important, you ever put a bottle of coke in the freezer?" "It would expand and break the bottle." The General grinned. "Exactly!" Two weeks later, Major Grimley said, "Well, your idea worked. The big red box popped like a rotten egg, but now there is a helluva clean-up job needed in downtown Atlanta." "The Atlantanites can take care of that. It's this new monster that's got me worried. Let's assign Team Mango to it." "Is that the team with George Loup in it?" "Yeah, I knew him back in the day. Good man." |
| George watched Sammy from the other side of the one-way window. He watched as the large cat-like creature tore hunks of meat off of the haunch of a cow, which had, ten minutes ago, been mooing, until Sammy eviscerated, and disemboweled it, as well as broke its neck and tore its throat out. There was a large open cavity where the cow's belly had been, and all of its internal organs were now inside of Sammy's stomach, well, most of them. Sammy swallowed his large piece of meat, and walked over to the cow's head, and tore it from it's body. George watched, with a mixture of revulsion, and fascination, as the creature delicately plucked the eyeballs out of the cow's head, ate them, and then smashed the skull open, to get at the brain. Then, once the creature was done with the brains, it swallowed the pieces of the skull. "Why does it do that?" a guard asked. "It likes the brains more than it likes the bones," said George, as the creature went over to the rest of the body, and resumed eating. "Still, you can't be serious about sending her in there," the guard said. "That creature's a killer, and is highly dangerous." "She's safer with him than any of us." George got on a speaker. "Alright, Sammy's had his weekly meal, or at least what he needs. You can open the door now." At this, a door opened, and a young girl entered the room. Sammy looked at the girl, and leaped at her. The guard tried to raise his gun, but George grabbed it, keeping it down, just as Sammy changed from something that was the size of a large tiger, into something that was just a bit bigger than the average house cat, and landed in the girl's out stretched arms. "How's my precious Sammy doing today?" the girl asked. "Behaving yourself?" Sammy made a nodding motion, as if to say he had been. George chuckled. "Little liar, but don't tell Tabitha that." He and the guard watched as Tabitha turned around, and hid Sammy under her shirt, before running out of the room. "And now she's trying to help him to escape, again," he said. "Tell the guards in the hallway to seem to look the other way." "Why did you let her do that?" the guard said. "How did it change size?" "Don't know about the size-changing thing, but I think that it senses emotions," said George. "As for why I'm letting her outside with Sammy, let's just say that Sammy would jump through a hoop of fire, while wearing a pink tutu, if she told him to do so, just for her to play with him." "Why didn't he hurt her?" the guard asked. "Would you hurt your mother?" George asked. "No." "That's why. Sammy thinks that Tabitha is his mother." |
| Meanwhile, Butch is in London on a solo mission where a robotic dragon is attacking near Big Ben, he has his chaingun out shooting the mechanized beast but it seems that none of the bullets is penetrating the steel beast but just as the dragon was about to fry Butch a voice yells out "End simulation." Then the scene changed to where Butch was really in, MonCon's training simulator. General JetJaw came in "Butch, you have to learn that all monsters have different weakness, not all can be taken down but shooting at them blindly like you do, that weapon is good for flesh and blood monsters so when you face something that's robotic," he points to his head, "Use this kind of weapon first and come up with a solution." . |
| IN Atlanta WHERE THE diplomatic meeting was being held Kira heard slimy footsteps in the darkness like a creature made of putty, in fact it kind of smelled like Putty as well. "Something is in here with us!" Kira yelled to her fellow bodyguards "Prepare yourselves!" |
| Jerry Ono sighed. He belonged to one of the most disorganized teams in MonCon, yet they always seemed to get the job done. He and Butch Blackmane stood before General Jutjaw who had his hands on his hips. "Mr. Ono," said the warthog general, "I am fairly certain your team consists of more than two members." "Yes, sir," Jerry said. "Kira is doing bodyguard duty in Atlanta, and George is at his clinic studying that cat monster, Sammy." General Jutjaw made a rude face. "George spends too much time studying monsters when he should be killing them. Tell him to quit playing with that kitty and terminate it! And Kira is not to give her outside work priority over her Monster Control duties!" "Yes, sir," Jerry said. "We'll go to George's place right now." |
| A little while later, Jerry and Butch were at George's office; the wolf was watching one of a number of cameras. On the screen of this particular camera, was a girl playing with a cat. "So, the General wishes for me to terminate Sammy's existence," he said. He looked up at the other two. "He's welcome to try it himself, and he's free to bring in a cannon if he wants to; I've yet to find the thing's weakness, that is, one that's easily exploitable." "What do you mean?" Jerry asked. "It has a real good immune system, and it's quick to adapt to the situation; extreme heat, cold, poisonous gases, lack of oxygen, being a chamber filled with water - it just adapts to survive in whatever environment it's submersed in," said George. "It's also fairly clever, with a comparative IQ of 145, and if it really wished to escape, it would have no problems; it can bust through walls, shrink in size to slip through the vents, change its color to look like the background, or a wall, or the floor, or look like a freaking plant!" "So, why doesn't it try to escape?" Butch asked. "Because of her." George tapped on the screen, increasing the image of the girl playing with the cat. "Sammy thinks that she is his mother, or, at the very least, that is what it initially believed Tabitha to be. She found him when he was small, and fed him a tuna fish sandwich, and after that, Sammy will do whatever she tells him to do; I can't even count the times she's played Tea-Time with him, while he was wearing a dress. Sammy's extremely protective of her; watch this." The video changed, from the girl playing with the cat, to another video of her playing with the cat, only for a large stray dog to try and attack her. The two monster hunters cringed as they heard the girl scream in terror, and then they gasped in shock, as the cat turned into something the size of a tiger, and killed the dog, in a rather brutal manner. Then, to their surprise, the creature walked up to the girl, and it allowed her to wrap her arms around its neck, and scratch its ears, before it shrank back down to the size of a cat, and was picked back up by the girl. "That's not the only time Sammy has saved her life," said George. "When I first found him, a building had collapsed upon them. I saw that girl's shoes sticking out of it's throat, and I thought it had eaten her. But, when I went to blow its brains out, it vomited her up, and there wasn't a scratch on her. That is how protective Sammy is of her." |
| Butch says "I certainly don't want to disappoint that girl, but right now, we need to get to Atlanta for this new threat. Kira may need our help. We'll explain this to the General when we get back." Jerry says "Remember what the General says Butch." Butch says "Yeah yeah, think before I act." George says "I wonder what kind of monster we'll be dealing with this time." Jerry says "Kira said it's some kind of putty like creature." |
| In the darkness Kira charged forward, and punched the Putty Creature...And her fists of fury became stuck in the monster. "Oh...Darn." Kira said |
| Jerry, Butch , and George were riding in the Mashomobile. Jerry was watching the GPS tracking monitor. "I've got her on the screen! We're about a mile from Kira. You got a green light on the GPS, Butch?" Butch was driving, but the Mashomobile was also a self-driving vehicle. "Got it," Butch said, and let the Mashomobile carry them to Kira. Meanwhile, Kira experienced a moment of panic as she realized her hands were trapped in the Putty Monster. "But I have feet!" she thought. She brought her feet up to either side of her elbow and pushed down until the hand was free, but now her feet were stuck! "Oh...darn," Kira said, and used her free hand to punch the quick dial on her cell. "I'm stuck!" she wailed. "We're almost there," Butch said. |
| George was taking an accounting of the items the team had brought with them, when he noticed something. Moving a bag, be found himself looking at a small redhead. "Tabitha, what are you doing here?" he asked, causing the other two to look back. "How did she get in here?" Jerry asked. "Does she still have that cat-thing?" Butch asked. At this, Sammy stuck his head up from Tabitha's shirt. "The door was open," the girl said. "Me and Sammy came to help." "I'm going to have to check the security footage when I get back to the clinic, because I know that the guards should have been watching you," said George. "That being said, you're to stay in the vehicle, and no excuses." "But Dr. Loup-" "No buts," said George. "As your legal guardian, I'm telling you to stay in the vehicle." He sat back down with a sigh, and looked at the other two. "We should of double-checked before we took off." "Will she stay in the Mashomobile?" Jerry asked. "Well, either way, she should be safe." George glanced back at Tabitha, who was busy messing up Sammy's fur, the cat-creature had a grin that was a mixture of being relaxed, with a touch of cockiness. "Well, safer than us at any rate." "How safe will that thing keep her?" Butch asked. "I'd be more worried about her safety if she didn't bring him," said George. "I've told you, Sammy is really tough to kill, and doesn't have an easily exploitable weakness." "Does he have a weakness?" Jerry asked. "I wouldn't try it on purpose, but once, one of my guards was being bored, and was throwing rocks, and ended up hitting him in the sides by accident," said George. "That being said, when I checked the footage, it seems that, if not for a timely jump by Sammy, Tabitha would have been hit in the head, and that guard had tossed that rock at a high enough speed, it would have caused some damage." "What happened to the guard?" Butch asked. "He learned not to throw rocks in the future," said George. "Having something the size of a tiger landing on you will pound that lesson into you." |
| Soon they arrive on the scene, Jerry says "There it is, uh oh and Kira's stuck to it." George says "Butch, use the water cannon. That'll help free Kira out of that thing, then we'll all concentrate on defeating that thing." Butch says "Good idea, make the monster less sticky." As Butch opened up the door, Sammy jumped from Tabitha's shirt and rushed out the door. "SAMMY!" Tabitha yelled. Butch says "Uh George, we have a situation. That cat-thing escaped." Sammy then transformed as it rushes towards the putty creature. |
| Kira saw her companions "Thanks Guys!" She said "Why were you not with us?" Asked Jerry "The Ruler of my Home Country is here in the States." Kira said "Have you no concept of Patriotism?" |
| "Sammy! ▼ " Tabitha yelled. "Come back here!" "What is that thing?" Kira said as Sammy came streaking over. "Look out!" Jerry said. "It's going after the Putty Monster." |
| However, instead of pouncing on the Putty monster, Sammy's move was such that he tackled Kira, freeing her of the Putty monster. It then got on top of Kira, grabbed her putty-covered hand with his mouth, and carefully cleaned the putty off, swallowing it, with a look of primal satisfaction. Sammy then turned around, and did the same to Kira's feet. The lizard woman had an interesting taste, but the thing that had tried to engulf her, it tasted delicious. The Putty monster made a noise. It did not like losing a potential meal. Then, it recognized what had stolen its meal. If it had a spine, a jolt of fear would have gone down it, but, while it didn't know the word fear, it understood the meaning, quite clear, and thus decided to crawl away. However, it made a mistake, when it moved in the direction of Tabitha. The girl made what sounded like a scream, causing Sammy to look up and see that the putty creature was between him and the creature it considered its mother. Sammy made a growl that sounded like a thousand different cats, as he pounced upon it. At first, it was like fighting mud, and he was unable to get a grip on it with either his teeth or claws. Maybe if it was frozen solid, he'd be able to stop it from moving towards his mother, and enjoy this delicious feast. That was when things began to get cold; it didn't bother Sammy, as it had dealt with colder things and places, and had been even colder before, having been exposed to liquid nitrogen in the past, but as for the Putty monster, it made a sound that was best described as sheer terror, as parts of it froze solid, even more so as Sammy began to eat the frozen pieces. Breaking the frozen parts off of itself, the Putty monster decided its best course of action as to squeeze itself between the cracks of a door. However, Sammy wasn't done just yet, and jumped through the door, turning it into a thousand pieces. "What's going on?" Jerry asked, as the team went to the doorway, and saw Sammy trying to freeze, and eat, the creature. "I did tell you that it adapts to its environment, and has been exposed to everything from liquid nitrogen to molten iron," said George. "That being said, the freezing thing is a new one on me. As for the eating part, that thing will eat anything, although there are some things it doesn't like, like rubber and leather, and I think it's selective about what it will and won't digest.It has no problems eating and digesting a thousand pounds of beef, but it won't digest a ninety pound girl." He glanced over at Tabitha. "I've yet to figure it out completely." |
| Butch watched in amazement as Sammy turned the creature into at least a hundred cubes of clay. "Wow, glad that's on our side." Jerry says "As long as you don't attack Tabitha." Butch says "Now, why would I do such a thing?" Then Sammy returns to the MasherMobile with part of the putty creature in it's mouth, and he gives it to George, Kira says "Why would he give that to you George?" George says "Maybe because of this." He holds up the piece and on it, a small metallic box. Butch says "What is that? A control device?" George says "I'm not sure, but I'm going to study this when we get back to MonCon. Kira says "You guys go on, I still have bodyguard duties here." Behind one of the doors, a dark figure was lurking "Curses, another one of my creations gone. My next one should be more aggressive. My clients are counting on me to make sure this diplomacy would never happen." Menacing laughter is heard as the figure walks away and then echoes into the night. |
| Kira's day went along without incident she returned with herb Ruler to the Hotel where she flopped down on the bed |
| There was a knock on her door. It was Jerry. "Kira! You need to rejoin the team. We have monsters to mash." "But I have to bodyguard my queen," Kira said. "She will understand. She can get another bodyguard. Let's go talk to her." Meanwhile, Tabitha was hugging Sammy. "You are my hero!" Sammy purred. "It's going to be tough to terminate that one," Butch said. "Hey!" George said. "Nobody harms Sammy!" "But General Jutjaw said..." "I don't care what he said. Not every monster is evil. If we kill them all we are no better than they are." At the Headquarters of MonCon, General Jutjaw felt a shiver go down his spine. He turned to his aide. "I feel a disturbance in the force, Grimley." Grimley rolled his eyes. Not Star Wars references again. "Send in the clones," he said. "Oh, don't bother. They're here." |
| Some time later, the group was at George's clinic. "Big place you have here," said Kira. "Do you have enough empty holding cells?" "I'm trying to make something strong enough to hold Sammy, just in case I have to lock him up," said George, as the group walked past the various rooms. "That being said, most are strong enough to hold most anything else." "So, what are we doing here?" Jerry asked. "So that you can tell that fat tub of lard just what all I've done to try and find Sammy's weakness," George said, as he opened a door. "Sammy, enter." The cat-creature gave him a look. "You're not going to hurt him, are you?" Tabitha asked. "Just expose him to some ice and heat," said George. "I'm not going to toss him into a sealed tank of water." "I didn't like that when you did that," said Tabitha. "I don't like any of these tests you do." George looked at Tabitha. "And I don't like that one game you play with him, which reminds me; I need to give you a camera." "What for?" Tabitha asked. "For when you do play that one game," said George. "I don't like it, but it would be useful to know just how long he'll keep you inside of him, unharmed. It might prove useful if ever we need to handle an uncooperative prisoner, or something." "Oh, he'll keep anyone he likes safe," said Tabitha. "Someone he doesn't like, I don't know." "Nice to know," said George. "Now, could you ask him to enter the room; you can play that game of yours later." "Yes Dr. Loup," said Tabitha. "Sammy, please enter the room." Sammy made a low growl, and rubbed up against Tabitha, as if to say, "Only for you." The creature entered the room, and the group entered another, and they could see Sammy on a screen. "Alright," said George. "The weapon systems I'm going to set up are napalm and liquid nitrogen sprays." The group watched as George pressed one button, which caused everything in the room to catch on fire. However, Sammy was able to walk around easily. "That's easily a thousand degrees Celsius, or two thousand degrees Fahrenheit," said George. "Now, for the liquid nitrogen, which is easily negative two hundred degrees Celsius, or negative three hundred degrees Fahrenheit." The room then changed from fire to ice, and still Sammy kept walking around. "Impressive," said Butch. "I have to agree," said Kira. "That was at both ends of the temperature gauge, and quite quickly," said Jerry. |
| Back in Atlanta, The Delegation is going smoothly. Queen Sussundrah says, "What happened to my bodyguard, Kira?" A male Komodo Dragon says, "She said she had some issues to work out, but she did ask me to take over for her and I will not let you down." The Queen's aid says "Time for the signing your majesty." The Queen slithers out the door, "Then let's make history." But as they got to the conference center, they spotted something out of the ordinary, Circus clowns. The Queen says "What are clowns doing at a delegation?" Kira's replacement says "I don't know, but I'll ask." The figure is overlooking at one of the balconies in the conference room, "Soon, pretty soon, the show will begin and the fun will begin. Well fun for me. HAHAHA!" |
| Back at the Clinic, George was watching Sammy play with Tabitha. It was a game of Hide and Seek, only, when Sammy won, he'd swallow the girl, walk back to his bed, before spitting her up, and then curl around her, protectively. "Why do you let it do that?" Jerry asked. "He reacts violently when I don't let him do that," said Jacob. "I think that, in its native world, it's a way that adult versions of this creature protect their young; the offspring hide inside of the parent, and the would-be predator finds itself facing one of these guys, who, as I've stated time and time before, is very hard to kill, not to mention very protective." "Like a mother bear, right?" said Kira. "And father wolves, although mother wolves are very protective," said George. "Actually, most mothers, and many fathers, are protective of, at the very least, their own young, when you think of it, regardless of species. Someone else's kid, kind of depends on the situation." "So, have you tried small-arms fire, like handguns and such?" Butch asked. "I'd advise against it," said George. "The thought came to my mind once, but, while I was getting the weapons to run the test with, a group of would-be thieves broke into the place, looking for drugs I guess. My guards were away, and only Sammy and Tabitha were here. Well, Sammy, like usual, had found a way out of his chamber, and these thieves thought that having a pet tiger would make them the coolest group in the city. Thing is, none of them were Tabitha with a tuna fish sandwich, and Sammy made it quite clear he wasn't going with them. Then, one of them grabbed a hold of Tabitha, who was walking around, which was a big mistake, for them. He had his teeth and claws, they had twelve gauge shotguns, high-powered revolvers and semi-autos, and an illegally-modified Colt Ar-15 with two thirty - round magazines. The rounds bounced off of him, like rubber bands, if the security footage is any indication. They tried a Molotov Cocktail, and that burned nicely, but didn't harm him. Then there was a grenade, which put a nice hole in the wall, but did nothing to him. Nothing they did had any real effect." "What happened?" Jerry asked. "When I came back, due to a neighbor calling me about some smoke coming out of a window, I found six thieves trying to hide in a tree, Sammy was laying down beside it, and Tabitha was scratching his belly," said George. "I decided not to do any small-arms tests, as they had already done them for me. I don't want a ricochet to occur. I doubt sending him on a one-way trip to the moon would do anything, other than piss him off." It was then that the phone rang, and Jutjaw's name was in the Caller ID. "What does that pig want now?" George asked. |
| George then hit the speakerphone option, "If your calling about Sammy," George says, "I don't think killing it is an option. According to my tested it under extreme environments and it survived every one of them. Besides there's a young girl who seemed to be bonded with it." The General says "We'll talk about that later, a new threat has came up in Atlanta. At the delegation." Jerry asks "What kind of threat?" The general says "Clowns." Butch asks "Clowns? Do you have Coulrophobia?" The General says "No Butch, I'm not afraid of clowns, the clowns is a monster that somehow multiplied." Kira says "That sounds serious." George says "You bet it is, come everyone lets see what we can do with these Barnum and Baily rejects." |
| "Do pranksters bite off people's arms?" said General Jutjaw. "Ouch!" said Kira. "That actually happened?" "We have verified reports of it. George, maybe your friend Sammy can help us with these clowns. I can be flexible. If you think he would be a good team member, then we can add him to Team Mango." "I'm not sure," George said. "I don't know how I would tell Sammy what I want done." |
| "You said he had a bond with some girl, right?" said Jutjaw. "Yes, I mentioned that," said George. "Then use her to get him to do what you want!" At this, the general hung up. George looked at the other three. "At least we know who to blame for the illegal use of child labor and child soldiers, unless we're real smart about it. I don't want to put Tabitha into harms way, if we can help it." "Camera and mic set?" Jerry suggested. "That might work," said George. "We'll need something better for later missions." A while later, the group was in the Masomobile, and George was explaining things to Tabitha. "You are to use this to talk to him, and to us," said George. "And the camera lets you see what happening." "I got it," said Tabitha. "Just stay safe." Soon enough, the group was back at the Delegation site. "Wren't we just here?" George asked, as the group got out. "Tabitha, systems check." Tabitha spoke in the All Mic. "Testing, one two, testing." "Alright," said George. "Now, we're going to walk to the door, look at you, and then you test Sammy's." "Alright." The group walked to the door, and looked at the vehicle. Sammy then gently bit George's hand, and held it. "You asked him to bite me?" George asked on his mic. "Just a friendly one," said Tabitha. "Nice to know," said George. "Now, tell him to let go, and to listen to me." A few minutes later, the group encountered their first clown. Only, instead of attacking, it tried to run away, screaming. "Rashky cub! Rashky cub! "Go fetch him," said George. Sammy took off, and brought back the still screaming clown. "Just kill me, just kill me," the clown screamed. "Don't let the cub keep me in its stomach forever and ever!" "So, you know what my friend is," said George. "Rashkium! They're royalty!" the clown said. "Swallows everything. Friends are coughed up. Most enemies are digested. The worst enemies remain trapped forever and ever! Worst enemies harm cub, and get swallowed by parents!" "Good to know," said George. |
| Butch asks "George, how do we kill these things? I want to shoot them but with my luck, I'll make things worse." George looks over the clown "Hmm, could be a longshot. I wager you could kill them but shooting them in the nose." Butch pulls out his sidearm "I hope this works." He aims and shoots the clown in the nose and it pops like a balloon, and the clown begins to spin like a top glowing green as it spins faster and faster until it explodes. Kira says "Wow, what a way to go." George says "Looks like I guessed right. Butch, Kira, find any survivors and escort them to a safe place. While the rest of us handle the clowns." |
| Kira found in the kitchen two bottles of Sriracha Hot Sauce and saw two clowns approaching her. "If you can't stand the heat..." She said aiming the two hot sauce bottles "Get out of my kitchen!" She squirted hot sauce at the clowns' eyes who ran away screaming "Wow." Said Butch "And you complain about me being corny?" "Hey I don't get a lot of experience with battle quips." Said Kira "Where I come from we battle in relative silence." |
| I"I love a good battle quip!" Jerry said. "Like, Hi. I'm trouble. I hear you've been looking for me." "But it takes more than quips to win a battle," George said. "How many clowns are left?" |
| As if to answer their question, a loud scream of "Help!" blasted into their ears. "Tabitha!" George hollered. The wolf turned to run back to the outside, but Sammy was faster, and took a quicker route, straight through over a dozen walls, and a painted glass window, among other things. By the time the other four got to the vehicle, Sammy already had the clown more than half-way down his throat, the clown's head sticking out of the cat-creature's mouth, pleading for it to kill him, and to not keep it trapped in its stomach. "Hold it Sammy," George said, as he worked to catch his breath. "Let me ask it a few questions." Sammy made a sound of disappointment, but stopped swallowing the clown. George then looked at the Mashomobile, and saw that Tabitha was inside, and it looked like she'd suffered some minor injury, or two. The clown was very fearful of its fate. It did not want to be trapped in the Rashkium's stomach for forever and ever. "Just bite my head off!" the clown yelled. "Why do you want to die?" George asked. The clown looked at him. "Because when we die, we reform. Death is temporary for us, unlike you. Those you kill, they'll be back, in a year or two, fully reformed, and deadlier than ever. We will live for forever, unlike you. You cannot defeat us!" "Is that the way with all monsters from your world?" Jerry asked. The clown grinned. "There will always be fear. Where there is fear, we will be there." "Funny thing is, you fear being held prisoner inside of my friend here more than you fear death," said George. "I'm going to change that for you." He walked over to Tabitha, and saw that her arm was broken. He growled as he looked back at the clown. "I'm going to teach you to fear me. Sammy, keep him alive; I've got a lot of things that I'd dare not test on you, but I'll gladly test on him!" The clown got in one last scream as Sammy swallowed him. "What are you going to do?" Jerry asked. "I'm going to splint my daughter's arm, and then we're going to take her to the hospital," said George, calmly. "Then, I'm going to dissect that clown, while it's alive." "George, that's not like you," said Butch. "I just want it to pass on a message to its friend," said George. "No one is to harm Tabitha without paying the price." |
| Butch sees a souvenir kiosk nearby, takes a 'I love Atlanta' long-sleeved T-shirt and give it to George, "Here, use this for a sling for Tabitha's arm." |
| Kira came out of the Kitchen with two Cooks one a Cat the other a Dog when she saw what had happened "Oh my Gods!" She exclaimed |
| "One clown left on the loose," Jerry said. "I wonder where it went?" The two cooks looked at each other. "Not to be too obvious about it," said the Cat, "but the circus?" "The circus? It's worth a try, I guess." Jerry turned to George and Butch and Kira. "I'll give you a call if I see anything." At the Big Top the trapeze artists were swinging back and forth. Jerry strolled around the tent, alert for any big red noses or bicycle horn noises. He heard a scream and ran in that direction. "That clown tried to bite me!" said a boy. "Which way did he go?" The boy pointed and Jerry ran in that direction, getting out his cell as he ran. "Butch! I think he's here at the Big Top Circus!" |
| Back at the Mashomobile, George was busy splinting Tabitha's arm. "It hurts, so much," the girl said, with tears in her eyes. "It will be all right," said George, as he got out the First Aid kit, and a couple of collapsible batons. "This isn't the first time I've splinted another person's arm before." He extended the batons, and got out some wrap bandages. I'm going to immobilize your arm, so that you can't move it." "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Dr, Loup?" Tabitha asked. "The skeletal structure, and most other thing, are very similar in mammals, regardless of species," said George, as he placed one baton against Tabitha's arm, and wrapped it a few times, before grabbing the other, and wrapping it up as well. "As it is, the joke among veterinarians goes as thus; 'What do you call someone who failed Veterinarian School? An MD.' Of course, one could argue that MDs specialize in people, especially things like illness. Ah, there we are; the splint is finished. Now for the sling." A little while later, George drove the vehicle to the hospital, and was walking inside, when the receptionist looked up. "Oh my god, what happened?" she asked. "Crazy clown incident at the Delegation," said George. "We've been getting calls from there, but the people in charge won't let us near there," said the receptionist. "Well, it's safe there, for now," said George. "So, what happened to her?" "Clown broke in through a window, and tried to drag her out of the vehicle, breaking her arm in the process," said George. "That being said, he met up with Sammy there." The receptionist saw the tiger-like creature. "Um, we don't allow pets in here, except for service animals." "Well, as far as I'm concerned, he is a service animal, classified as bodyguard," said George. "Besides, do you want to tell him to leave her? He'll only listen to me if she tells him to do so." "Strong bond?" the receptionist asked. "Very strong." "Alright." The receptionist paged for the doctors. "Seems she's already been splinted, quite well actually," said the one doctor. "Well, I am a veterinarian," said George. "You learn a thing or two, unlike an MD." "Don't tell me that old joke," the doctor said. "We'll take a look, and get this fixed up right." They took Tabitha away, Sammy following close behind them. "And I'm stuck with the paperwork," said George. |
| When Butch arrived at the big top, he saw that there's more then one clown, most of them work for the circus but he can't tell which one is the escaped clown. "I may have to use my monster spotter goggles for this." He takes out a pair of aviator goggles from his pack and puts them on and looks at the clowns with them, the readout says 'HUMAN' for each clown he centers on. Until he heard a kid screaming, he saw one clown terrorizing a 9 year-old boy in a wheelchair, the readout read NON-HUMAN, "Found it Jerry," said Butch, "and that diabolical Bozo is threatening the handicapped, that's a new low." He bellows out to the clown, "You there, leave the kid alone!" His shout is almost in a roar. |
| The Last Clown looked up to see a lion and a gecko coming toward him. "What's this?" he said. "Abbot and Costello?" Jerry made a fist. "I'll shove your Abbot so far up your Costello that your Jerry Lewis will pop." "That makes no sense," said the clown. "Ha! A clown trying to make sense. Don't trip over your floppy feet, bozo nose." Butch had drawn out his heavy pistol, a .50 caliber Boston Penetrator loaded with Butch's own handmade bullets. He took a careful aim at the clown and whispered to Jerry. "Get him further away from that kid. I don't want any collateral damage." Jerry gulped and ran to one side of the clown waving his hands in the air and shouting, "Yah! Yah! You big fat clown! Say your prayers! You're going down!" |
| The clown got angry at Jerry's insuts and says "How dare you call me fat." then he stepped towards Jerry and away from the kid. Butch aimed his gun at the clown's crimson nose and fired. The clown spun faster and faster like a top then blew up. Butch spun his heavy-pistol like a gunslinger then puts it in his holster, "That was the last clown." Jerry says "Now that's just showing off." Butch remarked, "I got the job done, didn't I?" |
| Usually the monsters from Mad Scientist Farley Crow's subconscious mind made the dimensional transition on land, but every now and then one of them came across and found itself in the ocean. Then it was sink or swim! In the Pacific Ocean, not far from Hawaii, a big pink bubble grew underneath the waves and then popped to reveal a gigantic crab, bigger than a football field, and possessed of a hundred claws. It crawled ashore on the beach and screams soon filled the air. Bodies were snipped in half by the vicious claws. The huge crab's attempt to enter the city resulted in buildings crashing down. Within moments, at MonCon headquarters General Jutjaw got the news. "Holy Seafood!" he said. "And crab salad used to be one of my favorites. Oh well, here we go again. What teams are available, Grimley?" |
| A little while later, the group was at George's Clinic, and Tabitha was in her room, asleep with some help from some painkillers. "How long is she going to have to wear that thing?" Jerry asked. "At least eight weeks," said George. "Not a good way to spend your Summer off from school, unable to climb trees and all of that stuff." "I guess it would suck," said Butch. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got a clown to deal with," said George, as he carefully touched Sammy's side. "I hope you can hear me in there Chuckles; by the time I'm done with you, you'll never touch another child." A few minutes later, George was in another room, filled with a lot of medical implements, some of which looked like they came from a medieval torture chamber. "Alright Sammy, spit him up." Sammy gave him a look, which became agreeable, once George picked up a very sharp scalpel. He coughed up a slime-covered clown, which spat and spluttered, and tried to clean itself off, only for George to Grab him, and throw him to a table, which he was promptly strapped to. "I'm going to enjoy this," said George. "I haven't dissected a creature in almost a year; Tabitha's very much attached to Sammy here, and won't let me cut him up, even if I could do so." "Please, just kill me," the clown said. "I can't stand being near that Rashkium." "Too bad," said George, as he lifted up the scalpel. "I think he'll enjoy watching me do this to you, given what you did to his friend. Tell me if this hurts." Soon enough, the other three were hearing some very loud screams of pain. "Remind me to never get him angry," said Butch. "I almost feel sorry for the clown," said Kira. "Almost." "Shouldn't have touched the kid," said Jerry. "Let's go wait someplace else." "Good idea," said Butch. "I'm with you," said Kira. An hour later, George found the other three in the room with the big TV, watching a ball game, with the volume turned up real loud. "Any good?" he asked. "Both teams are mediocre at best," Butch said, as the volume was lowered. "Still, it served the purpose. What about the clown?" "I had my fun," said George. "Then Sammy had his." "Are you okay?" Jerry asked. "It didn't fix Tabitha's arm, but I think he'll tell everyone else not to mess with her, at any rate," said George. "As for me, had to think about what I was going to do, and then I realized, if he hadn't done it to Tabitha, he'd have done it to someone else. I was able to send a message." |
| Then the General called in, "Attention Team Mango, we have another Emergency." Kira says "Atlanta again?" The General says "No, this time it's the main island of Hawaii." Butch says "Let me guess, a Lava monster climbed out of Kīlauea or the other volcano." Jetjaw, says "This time it's a crab monster and this time other teams will be called too." George asks "And how big is this crab?" |
| "You would need an Olympic Size swimming pool of butter to eat it." Said the General So they were off to Hawaii |
| As they flew over the islands the destruction was obvious. The smoldering ruins of buildings clogged the air with grey smoke. "Look!" Jerry said. "There's the crab!" "Whoa!" said the pilot. "That's a big one. How do you guys plan to stop it?" "We have a plan," Jerry said. "We'll get in a helicopter. We'll drop down on the monster's back. We'll plant explosives. We'll lift off. We'll trigger a massive explosion. With any luck, there will be a big dead crab." "That's a plan. I wish you luck." |
| "Better plant the explosives around the limb joints," said George. "Then, after it has lost its legs, and claws, we can flip it over, and let it bake in the sun, or something." "Are you up for this?" Jerry asked. George picked up a high-powered anti-vehicle rifle, which weighed over thirty pounds, with ease. "You tell me?" "And Sammy?" The cat-sized creature jumped out of a duffel bag, and grew to his tiger-size. "I think he's in the mood for seafood," said George. Sammy looked down at the crab creature, and growled, before jumping out of the helicopter. "Looks like someone is eager for a fight," said Butch. "Not that I blame him." "Um, is it just me, or is he getting bigger?" Kira asked. George's eyes bulged, as they all watched Sammy land on the crab's backside. By now, the cat-creature was easily fifty feet in length. "He's never gotten that big before!" "Didn't that one clown say that Sammy's kind was some kind of Royalty?" Jerry asked. "Said it could swallow anything?" "I just hope I don't anger Sammy's mother or father," said George. "He's got the size-changing, the ice freezing, can go from really small to really big; I wonder what else he has. I mean, can he start fires by himself? Shoot laser beams from his eyes?" "Maybe he can fart fire," said Butch. "Maybe we should just watch for a little while," said Kira. "Good idea," said Jerry. "I don't want to blow something up if we don't have to. Sammy's a real game changer." |
| Quickly the Crab was getting killed by the Cat-Monster "Well that was certainly fast." Said Kira sleepily "I guess this Monster was't so bad after all." The came to an Inn on the Beach and they decided to rest for a short while. Meanwhile in a Thrift Store somewhere in Flyover Region of the United States, An Anthro Lizard found a thing you can soak your feet in "Just what I was looking for!" Said the Lizard but then he saw inside was already a severed foot |
| He called the clerk over. "Did you know there was a severed foot inside this foot soaker?" "Omigosh!" said the clerk. "That's awful. It must have given you quite a fright." "I've seen feet before," said the lizard. "But I don't recognize the species of this one." The clerk took a closer look. "Hmmm, in some ways it reminds me of a bird's foot, but it's much thicker and has fur on it. I don't believe I've ever seen a foot quite like this one before." He motioned to one of the other clerks. "Johnson! Come over here and see what you make of this foot." |
| Johnson looked at it, and decided to state to obvious. "Maybe we should call the police, and let them figure it out. It's obvious that some nutjob chopped off somebody's foot! I don't feel comfortable talking about body parts as a curiosity thing." "He does have a point," the lizard said. "Someone should call the police, just in case." Meanwhile, a woman was walking down the sidewalk, when she noticed a well-dressed man, staring right at her. "Are you working?" he asked, as he rubbed his fingers. The woman noticed the money just barely visible in his hand. "I might be." "I know of a nice place where no one can see us," the man said. "Usually, its the lady that picks the location," the woman said. "Not the gentleman." "Are you serious?" the man asked. He rubbed his fingers yet again. The woman smiled. "Well, it has been a long day, and it has been slow." She walked with him, into a nearby alley. "So, just what are your-" The woman found herself slammed into a wall, she turned, only to be shoved up against the bricks again. She saw the knife in the man's hand, which was now against her throat. "I'm going to kill you, whore," the man said. "Nice and slow." "Listen," the woman said. "I have family, a sister, who will miss me, if something bad happened to me." The man grinned. "Why should I care?" The woman grinned. "Because, she's right behind you." The man felt the breathing, and turned his head, catching sight of a really large wolf-creature. "Just to let you know, she doesn't like those who try to hurt me," the woman said. "Also, she's hungry." The man didn't have time to scream before the wolf-creature grabbed, and broke, his neck. "More mercy than the likes of him deserve," the wolf-creature said. "Let's take him in a little further, so that we can strip him of his clothes," the woman said. "They're worth good money." "Yes, and then I'll feed in peace." A little while later, the woman was waiting outside of the alley, with the man's belongings in a bag. She then watched as another woman, who looked like her, came out of the alley. "All taken care of," the other woman said. "There's nothing left of him." "People like him won't be missed," the first woman said. "Let's sell this stuff, and then we'll lure a few more meals such as him." "They ought to thank us for this service of cleaning up their more dangerous criminals," the second woman said. |
| The next morning, Butch and Jerry are in the alley investigating a murder case, the skeletal remains of the man that was eaten, "Eaten, clean through," Jerry says, Butch says "What monster eats humans like this?" Jerry just shrugged, "No idea, but I guess we'll gather clues." |
| Kira meanwhile was tired of the constant Monster Killing, she went to a local bar and ordered some really fruity drink (As she was a female she could order it without feeling strange) After some time she noticed a Young Blond Woman who looked like a Hooker enter she looked pale and sickly...Like she was sweating a whole lot |
| Jerry and Butch were out gathering clues about the Skeletal Murder case. "Got an interesting phone call from a friend of mine in the Flyover Region," Jerry said. "Seems a lizard found a foot in a foot soaker at a Thrift Shop." "Probably a defective foot soaker," Butch said. "The interesting thing," Jerry said, "is that they can't identify what species the foot came from even though it's in good shape and not burned or mutilated." "That is odd. Seems unlikely there would be a species no one ever heard of going around leaving it's feet in foot soakers. By the way, I got the lab report back on the teeth marks on the bones of the skeleton. It was a werewolf." "A werewolf!" Jerry said. "I thought they were extinct." "Apparently not." |
| "It's not that surprising," said George, as he walked up behind them. "All sorts of monsters have been showing up; name something from any folklore, and I'd safely wager it could show up." "Like werewolves," said Butch. "Doesn't that worry you? Someone could disguise themselves as a human, only to reveal themselves to be a monster." "It's the monsters inside of people that should be the ones to worry about," said George. "As it is, I've done some background on the victim; name of James Hovice, suspected of killing twelve prostitutes, as well as raping and robbing them, and sometimes in that very order. Always got off on some technicality; lack of sufficient evidence, unreliable witnesses, and in one case, because he claimed to have been in bed with another man's wife, who's husband was powerful enough to get the mayor to get the police to exclude him from the investigation, shall we say." "His alibi was that he slept with another man's wife, and the husband got the police to stop further investigations?" Jerry asked. "When you're obviously guilty of something, saying that you were up to no good by doing something else that was questionable is a surefire was to get the police off your tail," said George. "It's like telling your wife that you were playing poker with the guys, to keep her from finding out that you were sleeping with her best friend." Butch chuckled at this. "I've heard about that one." "That being said, this isn't the only case like this," said George. "Over the past three months, more than fifty highly dangerous, or suspected dangerous, criminals have, shall we say, been found as little more than bones, or disappeared altogether, with no one knowing what has happened to them. The remains of ten of them have been found, much like this - with most everything gone but scraps of bones." "You're saying that there's a werewolf going around eating criminals?" Jerry asked. "What about other people?" "Well, if you go around raping, murdering, cutting your drugs with deadly stuff, and posing a significant danger to people around you, you seem to be on this werewolf's menu," said George. "The only other similar disappearance involved a man who caused an accident that resulted in the deaths of a family of four, but I wouldn't be surprised if that accident was intentional, as one of the victims was his ex-wife." "So, we've got ourselves a werewolf vigilante, who, after they kill their target, eats them?" Butch asked. "Probably a shame to waste over a hundred pounds of meat just laying there," said George. "Reduces the amount of evidence too, when you think about it." "So, they don't target the innocent," said Jerry. |
| Butch says, "Now let's investigate this mysterious foot found in a foot soaker." George says "Foot? What foot?" Jerry says "A friend of mine called and says a lizard tried to buy a foot soaker at a Thrift store in the Flyover Region, the strange part is no one can identify the foot." George says "My guess is that foot is fake, made of plaster by pranksters." Jerry says "That's what I thought at first, but he said the foot is real." George says "I better give Kira a call to investigate this foot. We still have to find and expose this werewolf vigilante." Butch says "I hope you have a tool to help detect werewolves." |
| Jerry and Butch and Kira flew over the Flyover Region and landed at the Littletown Airport. "Did you ever notice how George always seems to take the side of the monsters?" Jerry said. Butch shrugged. "Not always, but he does seem unusually friendly about them." A taxi took them to the Thrift Shop where the foot was being kept in the refrigerator. "Don't you guys have a police department?" Jerry asked. "You mean Sheriff Addlesby?" said the clerk. "Sure, but his refrigerator is full, so he asked if he could use ours. Here's the foot." "This is a ham sandwich." "Oh, sorry, wrong package. This one is the foot." Kira studied the foot. Of the three of them she was the most knowledgeable about different species. "I think it's some kind of dinosaur." "With fur on it?" Jerry said. "Yes, there were dinosaurs with feathers and probably some with something like fur. Has a microscopic analysis been done on this?" "No," Jerry said. "That's where we come in. Let's ask a few more questions and take the foot back to our lab." |
| Meanwhile, one of the werewolves was keeping watch from just outside of an alley, while yet another murdering rapist's dead body was disappearing down the throat of her sister. She looked at a device in her hand, and chuckled. Their target had been located. She glanced back into the alley, and frowned. For a species that only had one life to live, there were those who spent their life extinguishing those of others. At least in Monster World, monsters didn't, exactly, die when their body got seriously damaged, one way or another, and were later reformed, depending upon the situation. Death was, more or less, a nuisance, like taxes, and there were plenty of monsters that got their taxes written off by being meals for other monsters, and were generally reformed quicker than those identified as criminals. Soon enough, the other werewolf came out, looking human. "What's up Ivana?" The first werewolf showed the other the device. "Well, Sasha, it seems that the Prince has been located, and we know who has been keeping him." "Who found him?" Sasha asked. "Some criminals, who found out that he's very protective of a certain human girl," said Ivana. "As near as the information can tell us, said girl is the adopted offspring of a wolf commando, who is a veterinarian that runs a nearby clinic." "We have to be careful," said Sasha, as she looked at the device. "Already he has discovered freezing and size-changing. He was just a baby when he crossed over in that accident three years back. He doesn't know he's the heir to the thrown." "That, and he's very protective of this human girl," said Ivana, tapping on another image. "According to one of the Clowns, he gets really aggressive when she's in danger, and then there's the wolf taking care of her; the Clown that harmed her was dissected alive, before the wolf let the Prince eat him." "Understandable," said Sasha, as she read further. "He got off lightly. If that clown had tried something similar home, the King would keep him trapped in his stomach for a hundred years." "We need to talk to this veterinarian, this Doctor George Loup," said Ivana. "He needs to understand that he's keeping our Prince." "As a prisoner?" Sasha asked. "As a pet," said Ivana. "He doesn't know exactly who Prince Shkandowa is, or even what." "Is he being treated well?" Sasha asked. "Well enough to take on a Putty, a group of Clowns, and a Giant Crab," said Ivana. Sasha blinked. "That's pretty good for a three-year old cub. We'd better be careful; he won't know that we are his patents' top guards, and charged with bringing him home." |
| Back at Georges Lab, Butch looked through the big book of Dinosaurs and found a perfect match, "Here it is, this foot belongs to a Deinonychus. How it got into a foot soaker severed I have no idea." George asked "Was it bitten off?" Kira looked at the foot, "No, as far as I can tell, it looks like it's been cut clean off. So it must've fell off." |
| "If it were alive," Jerry said, "and that was its foot soaker, then it would have been the first place it looked when it discovered its foot was missing." "So you think it's dead?" Kira said. Jerry got out his phone and called his friend in the Flyover Region. "We think it's the foot of a Deinonychus and that the owner is dead. Can you check all the local obituaries and any reports of anyone finding a dead dinosaur? OK. Call me if you find anything." He put away his phone. "Now what's the latest on this werewolf vigilante? And I have a question. How do you know that someone is a werewolf? I mean, in their human form is there any way to know?" |
| Meanwhile, Ivana and Sasha were a few blocks away from the Clinic. "We need to figure out a good way to approach this doctor," said Ivana. "Simply telling him that he's keeping our Prince as a pet isn't going to work." "We could just rush in and grab the Prince," said Sasha. "He's a soldier, and is probably armed with powerful weapons," said Ivana. "Also, the Prince might mistake us for enemies if we attack those he believes to be friends." "Right, it doesn't pay to get on the wrong side of a Rashkium, even by accident," said Sasha. "So, what do we do?" Just then, the werewolf sisters caught the scent of something, and heard a sound, which caused them to growl. "I'm surprised that the guards here allow this much crime on this scale in this city," Sasha said, as they ran to the source that caught their senses. They soon found a man standing over a woman, holding a knife. "You're going to pay dearly for stealing from me, you whore," the man said, as he lifted the knife. However, his arm was soon caught, and he neck was grabbed from behind. "If you wish to live," said a growl. "Drop the knife, and run away. Or else..." Something triggered in the man's hindbrain, as he let go of the knife. At this, whomever it was that was holding him, let go. He then took off, and didn't look back, wanting to live, desperately. "Why didn't you kill him?" asked Sasha. "Didn't need to," said Ivana, as she looked at the woman. The woman was injured from a blade of some sort, probably from the knife, and looked to be bleeding to death. "I've just found our way into the clinic." "She's a human," said Sasha. "Veterinarians don't treat humans. They treat pets and livestock." "Might keep her alive long enough for those who can treat her to arrive," said Ivana. "And, if we come in with someone who needs help, the doctor might not feel threatened by our presence." Sasha grinned at this. "I see." |
A few minutes later, George, who was in the process of cooking up some food for himself, Tabitha, the other three members of the group, his various assistants and guards, heard a knock on the door. "Must be someone with a really sick dog," he said, as he turned the stove off. When he got to the door, he looked through the peephole, and saw two women holding onto a third, who looked to be injured. "Sorry, but you have the wrong clinic. Mike's is the place you want." "She need help now," said one of the women. "Some nutjob stabbed her. Please help!" "She needs help now," the other one said. "She's bleeding to death!" George looked again. "That would be an exception to the policy of me doing more than just basic first aid." He opened the door, and shouted. "Greg! Sandy! You two help me out. Get the gurney for the large animals, and we'll see about trying to stop the worst of the bleeding. William, call 911, and get an ambulance here, stat!" "Thank you," said the one woman, as they passed the injured woman to the assistants. "Just don't go anywhere, yet," said George. "The police may want to question you." |
| Kira meanwhile was walking to her place when the thunder boomed "Darn..." Kira said "...And here I am with no umbrella." Quickly Kira looked to find shelter from the oncoming storm she ducked Video Rental Store "These things still exist?" Kira asked |
| The owner of the Video Rental Store was a duck with a heavy accent. When you first heard him, you assumed he was quacking, then you realized it was speech. "They still exist," he said. "Why not? You think only popular things exist? Noooo, everything exists. Whether you think it should or not." Kira could barely understand what the duck was saying. "Did you just ask me if I wanted to rent Gone With the Wind?" Meanwhile, at George's clinic, Ivana and Sasha were sniffing the air, alert to the presence nearby of Sammy, the Rashkium prince. |
| Butch and Jerry were watching them. "Something is up with those two," Butch said, quietly. "I doubt they have the sniffles," said Jerry, just as quietly. "They don't smell quite right either," said Butch. "They smell more like a wolf, or a dog, or some other canine." "Maybe they have partners, or a pimp, who are of the canine persuasion," said Jerry. "Maybe, but the way they are smelling, it's as if they are searching for someone, or something," said Butch. "Best to not start anything here," said Jerry. "This is George's place, and these guards are mainly here to protect zoo animals from would-be poachers, not commandos trained to fight monsters, to say nothing about the rest of his unarmed staff." "I agree," said Butch. A while later, George came back out into the room. "Well, I've done what I can for her; the bleeding is stopped, and the injury has been sealed with gauze and glue. The rest will be up to the paramedics, as well as the surgeons at the hospital. Just one thing; who are you, really?" "Why do you ask?" Ivana asked. "That woman in there, speaks Russian, and she said 'volk-zhenshchiny', and that means 'wolf-women'," said George. "I doubt she meant my assistants, who are not wolves, and she didn't mean me, as wolf-man would have been 'volk-muzhchiny'." "She must have hit her head," said Sasha. George nodded. "I'd go with that, save for one thing." He opened up the door to the rest of his clinic, and Sammy was in the hallway, in his tiger-size, in a stance that said that no one was going to be going past him, unless he allowed them to. "He's usually much smaller, and he usually with my step-daughter, instead of right here, as if he's trying to keep someone out of the whole place" "I suppose we could come clean," said Ivana. She and Sasha changed, into their werewolf-forms. "We represent his mother and father, and we're here to take him home." |
| Butch says "I don't know why you lupine loonies want to take Sammy home, as far as we're concerned he is home here and he's quite protective with Tabitha especially sense she was attacked by one of the clowns last week." George says "One of those clowns said Sammy is....what was it?.....Oh yeah, the Rashkium prince and how pray tell makes you two his parents?" |
| Meanwhile deep under the Video Rental Store another monster was lurking it was a Vampire Earthworm! |
| "I didn't say we were his parents," said Ivana."I said we represent his parents. And you can't keep him here. He's a prince of the Rashkium realm. You don't assign a royal prince to being a guard dog for a little girl." Sammy growled. "I think he resented that 'dog' remark since he's feline," said George. "Oh, excuse me," Ivana said with obvious sarcasm. "Since I happen to be canine myself I don't take the word 'dog' to be an insult." "In case you didn't notice," George said. "I also am canine." Butch said, "Okay, we don't need to fight the Canine/Feline wars all over again. How do we even know you two werewolves are telling the truth about any of this?" |
| "Your people have a saying about how an image is worth a thousand words," said Ivana, as she pulled out a device, and pressed a button, showing a hologram of something who looked like a more scarred Sammy, plus another similar, yet slightly smaller creature like Sammy, and finally, a small Sammy being held by the pair. "That is the proof you need." George looked at the fur pattern, and then looked at Sammy. "Looks the same, but even if it is really him, you'd still have to explain it to him, and even then, he might not go with you." "What do you mean?" Sasha asked. "We are his Royal Guards; it's our job to make sure he's safe." "Let's put it this way; if I was to ask him to jump through a ring of fire, he would ignore me, and walk away," said George. "On the other hand, if my step-daughter was to ask him to jump through that ring of fire, he'd do so, while wearing a pink tutu, and play teatime with her, afterwards." Ivana and Sasha's eyes bulged. "Strong connection?" "He do whatever she says," said George. "I don't even bother interfering when they play Hide and Seek, and he swallows her upon winning; I value my arms too much, and my Exo-Suit needs repairs from my last attempt to prevent it." "You have an Exo-Suit?" Butch asked. "Allows me to lift two thousand pounds, which is useful when dealing with some of the animals I work on, but some of the wires need fixing, as does some hoses, and the gear controller box itself is nothing but pieces," said George. "Mind you, he was just annoyed when he did that, and didn't try to hurt me. Still, I know a hint when I see it." "I see," said Ivana. "By the way, do you know of any other werewolves in the area?" Jerry asked. "It's just us," said Sasha. "Um, there's been a number of criminals who have disappeared in the area," said Jerry. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" "Of course," said Ivana. "They tried to rob, rape, and kill us. We killed them and ate their bodies; saved us from having to buy food." "Is that sort of thing legal where you are from?" George asked. "We don't die when our bodies are destroyed," said Ivana. "Sadly, that's not the case with your people; you shouldn't go around killing when you yourself only have one life." |
| Butch says "We only kill monsters that are a threat to mankind, we do not kill humans criminal or not, besides the authorities handle the criminals and they let the courts handle their punishment." |
| Sasha tugged at Ivana's arm. "I have the solution. We ask the girl Tabitha to tell Sammy to go back home with us since he will do what she says." "I don't know if Tabitha would do that," George said. "What do you mean? It has to be done. She will ask him. Bring her out here and let me ask her to do it." |
| George looked over at Sammy, and saw that the cat-like creature was still standing in front of the hallway. There was a look in the creature's eyes. He then looked at the werewolves. "I doubt he's going to let me pass to get her so that you can ask her to tell him to go with you," he said. "Sammy's smart enough to understand what people say." Sasha stood up. "Then I'll go and get-" Sammy growled. "Which part of 'Smart enough to understand what people are saying' did you not understand?" George asked. "The girl's asleep anyways; one of your Clowns broke her arm when we dealt with them after they showed up, and has to take some fairly powerful pills for the pain. So, if you want to talk to her, you're going to have to wait until she gets up." "Very well," said Ivana, as she grabbed a hold of her sister's arm. "We will wait until she gets up, on her own." "I'm glad you understand," said George. "Because if you tried to rush past Sammy, I'd see about trying to shoot you; I don't know if it would be any good, but you'd know that I didn't want you in my home anymore." It was then that a certain set of sirens in the distance got loud enough to catch everyone's attention. Jerry looked out the window. "Ambulance is here." "Mind not scaring them off," said George, as he looked at the two werewolves. "They've been here before, and know that Sammy's here; a big cat is one thing, a pair of werewolves is another." "Alright," said Ivana, as she changed into her human form. Sasha followed suit. The paramedics entered with a stretcher. "Where is she at?" the one asked. "Room Five," said George. "Two of my assistants are in there, keeping an eye on her." He then handed the paramedic a sheet of paper. "Here's what I found, what I've done, and the medications I've used." The paramedic took a look at the sheet. "Alright. Thanks." "Pays to be prepared," said George. "I know the feeling," said the paramedic. "Um, could you ask your, um, tiger to move, so that we can get to the patient." "Sammy? Would you please move?" George asked. Sammy stepped out of the hallway, and stood next to the door. The paramedics entered, and then, a little bit later, left, carrying the injured woman. Jerry kept watch through the window. "They're gone now." "Let's get back to business," said George. "We'll wait until morning to talk to Tabitha. I have a spare bedroom you can use." "Thank you," said Ivana. |
| Meanwhile at the Video Rental Store a rumble was felt under the ground, the Vampire Earthworm was in search of gardens full of vegetables to suck dry. |
| "What's that?" quacked the Video Rental Store clerk, who was a duck. "How should I know?" asked a bored customer, who happened to be a frog. "Do I look like a rumbleologist?" "There is such a thing?" said the duck. "A rumbleologist?" "How should I know?" "But you are the one who used the word." The frog sighed. "If you are asking if the word exists, then of course the word exists because I just used it, but if you are asking if the thing the word describes exists... then how should I know?" "I know one thing," said the duck. "You are annoying me with this double talk." At that moment the store shook and there was another loud rumble noise. "There it is again!" said the duck. |
| Meanwhile, at the clinic, George noticed that there was something strange going on with Sammy, especially when the creature bashed a hole in the floor, and jumped through it. "He's never done that before," the wolf said, as he dashed over to the hole, only to jump back, to avoid a shower of cement and dirt. "And that's new too." "He's never dug a hole before?" Ivana asked. "He's dug plenty of those," said George. "But usually they are outside, and never through my basement, and he always fills them up. I just hope he isn't digging straight to China; he'd need to make a detour to avoid going through the mantle and all that really hot stuff, not that it would bother him any." "Let's hope he isn't going there anyways," said Jerry. "They're still pissed off over that incident with that panda bear-monster-thing." "I know that monster," said Sasha. "Big time con artist; sells a dream, only to steal it back, leaving you with nothing. He's serving time for illegally crossing over to this world, and for all the trouble he caused, as are a number of others you've sent back." "So, just how often does someone come here?" Butch asked. "Daily," said Ivana. "But most are accidents, and they leave without causing issues, as they just want to get back home, and they tend to be alright as a result. It's the ones causing mayhem and destruction that are a problem; a number of them were criminals in our world, and thought that they could do the same things here. Makes things difficult to forge an agreement with the neighbors when your children are setting peoples' houses on fire and burning them to the ground." "Sounds about right," said George, as he looked at the hole in the ground. "Better suit up, and follow after him, just in case." "Better let Kira know," said Jerry. "She left just before these two showed up." "Funny how she's always doing that," said Butch. "One moment you think she's behind you, and next thing you know, she's five blocks away. You'd think she had some sort of teleportation power." |
| George, Butch, Jerry and the two werewolves follow Sammy's path, but instead of going straight down into the Earth's core. The path tightened out to a subterranean tunnel leading somewhere, Butch says "This isn't the way to China." Jerry says "I wonder where Sammy is going?" George has a device, "According to my portable Seismometer, I'm reading Earth tremors ahead." |
| Sounds came down the tunnel toward them - rumbles mixed with roars. The air in the tunnel was warm and humid and the smell reminded Jerry of his summer days as a boy fishing on the pond in the woods behind his house. Jerry's pulse quickened. He could feel his heart beating. |
| "Smells like a vampire worm," said Sasha. "Always trouble." "What kind of trouble?" George asked. "They suck the life from plants, even on our world, only, our plants evolved with them, and come back from these attacks, doing better than before actually," said Ivana. "Your plants on the other hand, did not evolve with them, and might die for good, if not worse." "What do you mean?" Jerry asked. "As in the life energy from the ground could be gone," said Sasha. "That means no crops could grow, no trees, no berry bushes, no plants of any kind." "But, doesn't that happen on your world to?" Butch asked. "Yes, but our plants have adapted to their attacks; they die, decay, and then their seeds grow into new plants," said Ivana. "Still, it takes ten of your years for the area to recover fully, and we have alternative means to supplement our dietary requirements, if you understand what I'm saying." "I see," said George. "In any case, it's not good for the environment." "How do you deal with these things?" Jerry asked. "They make good eating," said Sasha. "Here's a question," said Butch. "Do people from your world end up on yours?" "All the time," said Ivana. "Standing orders are to detain them, treat them as guests, and find them a portal that opens within a few miles of their previous location." "What about criminals?" George asked. "If they are smart enough to behave themselves, we let them go back to your world," said Sasha. "If they are stupid, well, they find out the hard way." "Noticed," said George. "So, these criminals you've killed, it was in self-defense?" "Well, we did pretend to be, how do you say, ladies of sexual pleasure," said Ivana. "We befriended one such woman, who was surprised to find us capable of looking just like her. She was very nice, friendly, and helped to explain how things worked here. But then, someone killed her, and dumped her in a garbage dumpster. We hunted down the one who did the deed, as your police were not interested in catching the murderer of a whore, and we took care of him." "Who was this murderer?" Butch asked. "He claimed his father was wealthy and powerful," said Sasha. "Said his uncle was a politician. He found out that such things mean nothing in our world." "Of course, we did get punished for it," said Ivana. "That being said, our punishment was rather lenient by comparison; we got eaten, and reformed a day later." |
| One by one the trees and shrubs and flowers and vegetables began to wilt as their Life Force was sucked out of them. People pointed at their gardens and cried. But down below ground in the subterranean regions, a band of hardy anthromorphs plotted the end of the Vampire Earthworm. "It's only a question now of how we kill him," Jerry said. "Anybody want to be the one who removes that worm from the land of the living and sends him hurtling into that grim eternity known as Death?" |
| "Actually, Death's a nice guy," said Ivana. "A little bony for my taste, but he is a great friend to have." "You know Death?" George asked. "We were roommates in collage," said Ivana. "Of course, he was working on his 538th degree, studying Law, so that he could become a lawyer. Kind of useful when you think about who will be getting what when someone dies." "Who was your roommate?" Jerry asked, looking at Sasha. "Oh, a demon named Lucifer," the werewolf said. "He was trying to become a pastry chef. Kept burning his cooking though." "Sounds crazy," said Butch. "But, let's deal with this worm right now." "Any ideas?" George asked. "Let Prince Shkandowa eat him," said Ivana. "Plenty of protein on these worms, and Rashkiums need every bit as they come into their powers." "Just what can they do?" George asked. "You've seen the size-changing, and the freezing, plus the environmental adaptations, right?" Ivana asked. "To say nothing about strength." "Yes," said George. "Throw in anything related to the elements, and he can utilize some form of it," said Ivana. "And that's just the basics." "How dangerous could he be?" George asked. "Friends are always safe, no matter what," said Ivana. "Enemies, well, they are better of not angering a Rashkium too much - people in our world don't fear death as much as they do an escape-proof prison." |
| The Vampire Worm hissed furiously as Sammy made his presence known to him then to two began to fight. |
| The Vampire Worm had one advantage. He was long and in a tunnel so only a small part of him was exposed. On the other hand, Sammy had the advantage of being indestructible and having a voracious appetite. He began to eat. The worm squirmed, but the out come seemed inevitable. Attention, writers! We have a new writer coming on board. He's never done campfires before, but I assured him it was easy. Anyway, cut him some slack! I just hope we can fit all five of us into a daily schedule. Is there any time of day that would be best for you to get the notice to make an addition? Is there anybody who feels comfortable always making an addition in the middle of the night? (EST time midnight to 6am? West Coast 9pm to 3am?) |
| (I'm stuck on the East Coast, and I work 8AM-1PM, so no middle of the night things for me.) After realizing what its foe was doing, the worm decided to retreat. Just one problem, Sammy didn't like to quit eating a meal, and thus, kept after it. Eventually, the members of the group started finding traces of the worm and Sammy's fight. "Looks like the Prince is having his meal," said Ivana. "How big do these worms get?" Butch asked. "This one seems to be on the small side," Sasha said, as she looked at the size of the tunnel. "I'd say that this one is just under three hundred feet in length." "Do you think that Sammy can eat the whole thing?" Jerry asked. "A Rashkium always has room for more food," said Ivana. "Anything after a thousand pounds helps to increase muscles and strengthens bones, and all of that stuff. Basically, the more they eat, the stronger they get. The more exposure to harsh environments, the more powers they gain." "How big can they get?" George asked. "The King and Queen stand at a thousand feet tall," said Sasha. "Most of the time, but that's mainly to convey their strength and power to their subjects. In the privacy of their quarters, they stand at about eight feet tall, although there are times they can get much smaller." "Interesting," said George. |
| Sorry, I have a 10:30 PM curfew, the only electronics is used at that time is the TV for the 11 news and Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon or Saturday Night Live. Suddenly the worm made an ear-piercing noise which made the rest hold their ears "Ahhh." Butch bellowed, "What's that racket that worm's making?" |
| "You're scream too if you were being slowly eaten alive," Sasha said. "The prince will make short work of this worm. It's fate is sealed and it will never escape if the prince doesn't want it to. It will take the prince at least a day to even begin digesting it. By then the girl, did you say her name was Tabitha,, will be awake. You can ask her to persuade him that it's very important to digest the worm if he wishes but not to let it escape. He'll continue to receive nutrition from it for as long as it remains trapped in him." "How long will it take him to consume a 300 foot long worm," asked George, figuring the answer would be quicker than even he imagined. "He'll have it consumed by the time we get there," Ivana replied. "Unless he decides to play with his food." The group arrived in time to see a now massive Sammy inhaling the vampire worm much like a human might inhale a long piece of spaghetti. "'Write off one worm," said Sasha.. |
| Back at the clinic, George was watching Tabitha and Sammy, from the other side of a one-way mirror. Ivana and Sasha were also watching. "We use something like this at times," said Ivana, as she watched. "They can't see us, but we can see them, because it's dark here, while being bright there." "That is how it works," said George. "Of course, they know that we are here, talking; they just don't see us watching." "Does she know he'll have to go with us?" Sasha asked. George frowned. "I don't have the heart to tell her, and I doubt that Sammy has told her." "She knows that we are his guards," said Ivana. "You did tell her that?" "I mentioned it," said George. "I also said that Sammy was indeed a Prince, and I mentioned that his parents miss him." "It would be a shame to separate them, however," said Ivana, as she watched. "Most Rashkium wouldn't tolerate wearing a tutu." "Most humans wouldn't want to be inside a big cat's stomach," said George. Ivana nodded. "Noticed." It was then that Jerry and Butch entered the room. "Got a report from General Jutjaw," said Jerry. "Seems there's been a report about a pair of monsters; one big and hairy, and the other is small and hairless." "Any images?" Sasha asked. "Why do you want to know?" Butch asked. "Given the fact that we are in the same line of work, and the fact that we know a number of our world's criminals, that ought to give you a reason," said Ivana. Jerry and Butch looked at each other, before handing the image over to the werewolf sisters. "Yeah, we know this pair," said Ivana. "Just a couple of small-time thieves; no real threat, even for humans. They'd prefer to run than to fight. The rooms here would be able to hold them, no problem, until a portal opens up right here." "Thought that you guys don't like being held prisoner," said George. "We don't," said Sasha. "But we also don't want to make enemies with Royalty." She pointed at Sammy. "Most would rather be locked up than to get on the wrong side of a Rashkium; getting out of a room is a matter of time, getting out of a Rashkium, you'd best hope he either likes you, or digests you." |
| "Well team, mount up," said George. "Let's go arrest this dynamic duo. It would be nice to actually arrest something and send it back as opposed to outright destroying it and having it come back stronger next time. That is what you two said happen wasn't it Ivana?" "Yes, if you destroy one of them here they simply make the transition back to our dimension where they regenerate and become stronger and worse than they were before. Right now these Brain and Tran are just a couple of small time thieves. If you destroy them however they will regenerate and become much stronger." "We certainly don't want that to happen! Butch contact General Jutjaw and brief him of our situation. Tell him that our counterparts from the other dimension have said that this thing can be captured and sent back in it's current condition. If it's destroyed that may not be the case next time. Jerry arrange immediate transportation to the west coast." As George was speaking Sammy stepped out into the office yard and transformed himself into a jet with seats for everybody. "Belay that order Jerry. It looks like transportation has been arranged." |
| Kira later found out about the Vampire Earthworm she realized she had been shirking her duties too much and vowed to take her job more seriously |
| Kira got to the office just as the Sammy jet was about to depart. "Wait for me!" she yelled. Team Mango drank gin and tonics all the way across the country so they all had a buzz on when Sammy landed at the LA airport. A city official was waiting for them. "Are you Team Mango? I rented a van for you." It was a quick trip to a Seven-Eleven where the monster pair known as Hairy and Silly were rummaging through the cold room looking for more bananas. Butch got down on one knee and pointed a rotating shotgun at the cold room door. "Come out with your hands up!" |
| "Or what?" Silly screeched. "You can't do anything to harm us." "We know how to deal with this guy," said Ivana. She opened the door with her claws. Hairy and Silly looked out of the room, and saw the two werewolves. "Um, what are you doing here, officers?" Silly asked, real nervously. "Locating the Prince," said Sasha. "We found him." "That's good," said Hairy. "Now, come along, or we'll tell your mothers on you," said Ivana. "Please don't tell our moms," begged Silly. "They think we're still working with the road crew." "We won't tell, providing you come along quietly," said Sasha. The werewolf went in, and lead the pair out. "Road crew?" George asked. "Their last legitimate job was as flag-people for a road construction company," said Ivana. "Thing is, they love their moms, and like to visit, so we put them with a crew of other criminals, who are working off their debts by maintaining the roads." "Wouldn't their moms catch on after a while?" Jerry asked. "The moms know that their boys are thieves, but pretend to not know, because they don't want their boys to worry about them," said Ivana. Butch chuckled. "Moms always find out eventually; me, I told my mom I'm in the Special Ops, doing classified missions, so that she wouldn't have to worry about getting cut-up letters." "By the way," said George. "How did Sammy turn into a jet? I know very well he's organic, and not mechanical." "He didn't turn into a jet," said Ivana. "He's figured out how to tap into his power of illusion, to make himself look like a jet. That and he used his size-changing powers, which you are familiar with, to make himself really big. He has also figured out his power of telekinesis, which allows him to hover, as well as fly." "Let me guess; instead of riding in really comfortable seats, we were really riding inside of his stomach," said George. "Exactly," said Ivana. "And the gin and tonics?" Jerry asked. "I saw him swallow a few bottles out of the fridge," said Ivana. "That's, um, a relief," said Butch. "I was beginning to wonder what it was." "Well," said George. "All aboard the Sammy Express." |
| Hairy and Silly really became nervous when they saw the prince. "Please your highness. Have mercy on us!" do"Shut up and he might," Sasha answered. "Otherwise you'll be locked up for a very long time and you'll never see your moms again. Now he's going to swallow you anyway but it's merely for transportation purposes. He swallows all of us for that. He releases us soon afterwards." "Can we take some food with us," Silly asked. "The way you two have behaved do you really think you deserve to be rewarded with treats? Look at the destruction you've left behind. However, I'm a little hungry myself. Besides the food may reduce the effects of alcohol or at least slow it down some. Alcohhol on an empty stomach is never a good idea. So we'll stoop over at a super market and grab a few things." "You can have anything you want," the city official said. "It's on the city. You've been given the key to the city." |
| "Thanks!" Sasha said. "Does it actually open any doors?" "Uh... no," said the official. "It's symbolic." "Symbolic of what? That we're too stupid to know you gave us a useless key?" The official looked helplessly at the others. "Whoa, there, Sasha!" Jerry said. "That's a sharp tongue on you. In this world, the expression key to the city is an honor. It's just a way of saying thank you." Meanwhile, at MonCon headquarters alarms were going off. General Jutjaw slammed down the container of yogurt he had been spooning into his mouth. "Now what, Grimley!?" |
| "We have a situation, in Texas," said Grimley. Jutjaw sat back down. "That's Team Dallas's area. Tell me that there's another team nearby?" "Team Mango, sir," said Grimley. "But they're transporting that pair of prisoners. The hairy and silly pair." "I'd rather have that pair running around throwing poop, as opposed to Team Dallas's antics," said Jutjaw. "They treat incursions like they are rodeos." "It's Texas, sir," said Grimley. "The spirit of the Wild West is very strong there." "They go around in cowboy outfits, carrying revolvers and lever-action rifles," said Jutjaw. "No military unit does that." "The revolvers and rifles are chambered for very powerful rounds," said Grimley. "And they say 'Howdy Partner', all the time, and all of that cowboy slang," said Jutjaw. "And they are very wild and reckless." "That's Texas for you," said Grimley. "Get me Team Mango," said Jutjaw, as he looked at the bios of Team Dallas. The images showed a horse, a bull, a coyote, a roadrunner, and a Gila lizard; which, on paper, was a well-rounded team, comprising of a sniper, demolitions expert, combat medic, helicopter pilot, and a poison expert, but their combined fascination for all things Wild West related brought out the 10-gallon hats, the spurs, the chaps, the boots, the six-guns, the rifles, and all of it made them look more like gunslingers from the Old West than a Special Operations unit from the military. They were like that one lawyer who always wore rabbit ears to all of his court cases, yet wasn't a rabbit, but he was good at the job, so folks put up with the rabbit ears, including the rabbits at the firm, who would have been otherwise offended if he did a terrible job. The General sighed. "I just hope that they don't kill each other." |
| Meanwhile in a mansion somewhere in upstate New York a young man is sitting on a pool chair sipping his drink, as he puts his drink down "So, finally the guards left, that means the King and Queen of Rashkium are unprotected. The time has come for me to make them my slaves and soon the world will me mine. Time to my monsters to once again obey me, and soon father I will finish the work you have started. In the name of Jeramiah Crow," He lets out a menacing laugh. |
| "The world will tremble at the sound of our names! I promise you that. Now to carefully plan my attack on the king and queen. Since I am not from their world it isn't possible for them to hold me prisoner in their stomachs. However it it is possible for them to kill me is they attack. I must be careful. My biggest obstacle however is not the monsters. It's the military here. Team Mango's counter-intelligence puts a new spin on the term military intelligence. Usually the military seems to do things that are senseless and there's a lot of wasted effort. Not with Team Mango. However my advantage may be the fact that they have the rashkium prince in their entourage. If I can lure the werewolves away from him and then capture him, his parents will cooperate. Unlike Team Mango I know how to destroy a rashkium." |
| Jeremiah Crow, the son of mad scientist Farley Crow, injected enough insulin into his leg to put his diabetes on hold for a few hours longer. Unlike his father, who had been lean and skinny, Jeremiah was a big blobule of fat. A pile of fat that had eyes and a mouth that loved to eat. If you ever wondered what Jeremiah was doing at any particular moment, a good guess would be tapping on his keyboard while eating something. Jeremiah was obsessed with the idea of recovering his father, of finding the dimension where his father was trapped, and bringing him back home. Then he would be a hero. Since Team Mango was temporarily occupied with prisoner transport, Team Dallas got the first call to deal with the Texas Tornado. ---------------------------------------- TEAM DALLAS horse ... helicopter pilot ... Blades bull ... combat medic ... Toro coyote ... demolitions expert ... Sandy roadrunner ... sniper ... Bright Eyes Gila lizard ... poison expert ... Alice --------------------------------------- "Yeeeee haw!" yelled Blades as he piloted the chopper closer to the tornado monster. "Look at that baby spin!" "It's no baby," said Toro, the medic sitting beside him. "And be careful! You're too close." |
| "Hey, Brighteyes, do you have a bead on this thing?" Blades asked, as he looked back at the rest of the team. The roadrunner was armed with something that looked like a Sharps rifle on steroids. "Got it in the cross-hairs. Hey Sandy, you did put your special mix in this grenade, right?" "I made sure of it," said the coyote. "I made sure to include the Tabasco sauce as well as the Habanero pepper juice. And Alice added in her Home Brew." "Just don't drink the stuff," said the Gila lizard. "It will make you do more than just fart and belch fire." "I'd best stock up on the Pepto when we get back home," said Toro. "You're always adding something to the grub whenever its your turn to cook." "Plug your ears," said Brighteyes. The roadrunner pulled the trigger, launching the grenade. "This thing better work." "Hey, my explosives never fail," said Sandy. "It's the issued stuff that's crap." "You have that right," said Alice. |
| Brighteyes took a shot and hits the tornado monster with an explosion loud as thunder, the creature stopped spinning and made a loud moaning sound as it fell flat in the ground narrowly missing an oil Derrek, Toro says "Stopped it dead in it's track. Nice shot Brighteyes." Brighteyes says "Just doing my job, now let's take a closer look at that thing. Land the chopper if you please Blades." As the team investigated the creature, Sandy noticed a tag attached to the creatures left ear, "Hey guys, over here." Alice says "A tag? Looks like this creature was unleased by someone." Toro says "Yeah, someone named J.C. Who's J.C.?" The rest shrugged, Blades says "We better report this to General Jetjaw." |
| "J. C.," General Jutjaw asked. "J. C. could be Jeremiah Crow. He's the son of Farley Crow, the moron who keeps sending these monsters through dimensional warps. He's been obsessed with finding his father ever since Farley disappeared. I guess one can't blame him for that but what would using one of these monsters have to do with retrieving his father?" "Possibly everything General," Grimly interjected. "Perhaps he's found some means of reaching into different dimensions himself and he's grabbing at random to pull his father back. When he does instead of pulling his father back he pulls back a monster or something else." "You mean we may have both Crows bringing monsters into our world?" Jutjaw asked. "That would mean double trouble. Of course we could use Jeremiah to our advantage if we play it right. Who's available to have a chat with him?" |
| Jerry and Kira stood before the ornate door of a mansion in upstate New York. "Should I knock again?" Jerry asked. "No," said Kira. "They heard you. It probably takes a long time to reach the front door. This place is huge." "Surely he has servants." The door swung opened and a Meerkat in a tuxedo bowed and said. "Welcome to the home of Jeremiah Crow. Please follow me." They were led down a long hallway and into a dimly lit room where something large floated in a pool of warm water. Kira gasped when she realized the whale-like thing in the pool was Jeremiah Crow. "Sorry about al this," Jeremiah said, "but my heart can't take the strain of standing up for long, so I float. Makes life a lot easier for me." Jerry was thinking why don't you just lose some weight but he didn't say it. "I suppose you are here about the monsters?" Jeremiah said. "Exactly," replied Jerry. "What the hell is going on?" "Actually, I am trying to stop my Dad from sending monsters into this dimension." Jerry frowned. "We were told you are trying to find your father and bring him back." "Well, that too," said Jeremiah, "but no one knows how to do that, so I have to keep trying different ways. I found his directions for building a brain-enhancing machine and built one, but I was afraid to use it because of what happened to my Dad." "Let me guess," Kira said. "You talked someone else into using it. It blew their mind, sent them into another dimension, and now monsters from their subconscious are coming here?" "I'm afraid so," Jeremiah said. "And he was a good butler before his mind got blown. I'm sorry to lose him. Maybe when I get Dad back I'll be able to get my butler back." |
| Meanwhile, George was listening to the conversation, as he, Butch, Ivana, and Sasha, as well as Sammy, and Tabitha, headed to Texas. "He's hiding something," the wolf said. "I think he's lying as well," said Ivana. "With the right technology, a doorway could be easily constructed, providing that you had the right materials, and knew how to make one. Or, alternatively, insert a tracking beacon into whomever it is you send over, that way you can bring them back." "Which is it for you two?" asked Butch. "Tracking beacon," said Sasha, as she touched an earring. "Acts as a transmitter and receiver as well." "So, why haven't you gone back yet?" George asked. "We have to protect the Prince," said Ivana. "Also, they haven't built the beacon for him, yet. As it is, his parents would like to talk to you, soon." "Nice to know," said George. "I just hope that those two prisoners don't mess up your clinic George," said Butch. "I mean, I don't know if that room will be able to hold them." "It wouldn't be able to anyways," said Sasha. "Any monster could break the walls down, easily. That being said, you might have scared them into, at the very least, playing along, and being polite guests." "How do you figure that?" George asked. "That thing, involving that tiger, the one with the bad tooth," said Ivana. "You were really quick when he got loose; I mean, you knocked him out, and then you pulled his tooth, and then had him placed in a room." George rolled his eyes. "My assistant forgot to give him both the sleeping pills, and the pain killer, and I didn't feel like reattaching someone's arm back on; the insurance companies complain about that sort of thing, both the tiger tearing an arm off, and me operating on creatures that are not pets, livestock, service animals, or zoo animals, or circus animals. I can only operate on people if there's no other choice in the matter, such as if the person is dying from their injuries, or if it's just basic First Aid. Mind you, if it's a real emergency, I have no issues about operating on another person; most animals are very similar in structure, but I can't diagnose diseases and the like, beyond certain common things, such as if someone is allergic to fur." "Aren't you this group's doctor?" Sasha asked. "Only in an emergency," said George. "Then again, that's when anyone would want to see a doctor anyways." "So, this Texas team we are meeting," said Ivana. "What are they like?" "In a word; reckless, insane, and crazy," said Butch. "That's four words," said Sasha. |
| Team Mango arrived at George's clinic where Sammy vomited them up. Hairy and Silly were led into a back room and given fifty crates of bananas. "That will keep them busy for awhile," Sasha said.. "If you ask Tabitha to ask His Majesty to put the fear of whatever deities you worship in them they will certainly not escape or harm your room. Nobody from our world wants to get on the wrong side of a rashkium." "That won't be necessary," George said. "Upstate New York is just a short distance if we fly and Blades, the pilot for Team Texas is going to pick us up so we can do just that. Sammy and Tabitha can stay here and keep and eye on these two clowns." "That would certainly slow me down," said Ivana. "Staring at my own possible inescapable cell would scare any of us silly. Sorry for the pun." "It's alright," said George with a laugh. "Hey it just occurred to me that you two haven't eaten in quite a while. I have a couple of large animals back there that I was going to put down. There's nothing wrong with them that you can catch. They're just old and arthritic so their owners thought the merciful thing to do was put them down. if you can make their deaths painless... |
| Meanwhile while all this was taking place,one of Jeremiah Crow's Associates hoped the Monster Mashers would be distracted by this long enough while he swiped some Dinosaur Bones from a Museum in Tokyo |
| Jeremiah Crow floated in his pool and meditated. He was sure the gecko and the Komodo dragon had bought his story. He was safe for now, but he felt uneasy. Now that they knew about him, they would keep picking away at his story until they got down to the truth. Sure enough, within 24 hours there was another group knocking at his door. They didn't look like they would be so easy to convince. "Like I told the gecko," Jeremiah began. Ivana shushed him. "Yeah, you overgrown fungus, we know what you told the gecko and we don't believe a word of it." "I'm not a fungus." "I don't know what you are. Why don't you go on a diet? I hear prison food is good for losing weight." |
| "On the other hand, I know very well that I still have plenty of room left in my stomach," said Sasha. "Half of an old horse is nothing to something like me and my sister." "That's right," said Ivana. "We need our meat, daily." Jeremiah felt faint. "You're just joking, right? You wouldn't eat me. You can't!" "They would," said George. "More than a few murderers and rapists have found their demise at the claws of these two, and all that's left of them are bone fragments. So, here's the situation; you can talk to us, or I can walk outside, and pretend to not hear any screaming, while these two tear you to pieces, and eat you." "That's against the law," said Jeremiah. "That's considered Cruel and Unusual Punishment." "Our law, sure," said George. "Their law's a lot more harsh in matters where kidnapping is concerned. Talk, or you will disappear into their stomachs." |
| Butch says "I have a better idea, why don't we just let Jeramiah here suffer first?" George says "Oh? Like what?" "Why don't we get in touch with the Delta team, see if Alice has Thallium poison." Iverna says "A slow-acting poison, I like that better." |
| Meanwhile Crow's associate a Man known only as Joe Kerr was hiding from the Tokyo Police with his swiped Dinosaur Bones. 'Even Crow himself doesn't know what I have planned...' Joe thought evilly to himself |
| There was a loud knock at the door and Joe Kerr flinched. How could they have found him so quickly? Open up! It's the police! Joe Kerr looked around but there was no way to escape the tiny Tokyo hotel room. He unlocked the door and a swat team poured in. "The game is up, Kerr. Where are those bones?" He pointed under the bed and then his hands were yanked behind his back and handcuffed. He sighed. It was always like this. He had big plans which came to nothing in the end. Jeremiah Crow was talking and Jerry was astonished at what he was hearing. "Wait a minute!" Jerry said. "Are you telling me you are in communication with your Dad? That the two of you planned this monster invasion as a way to take over the Earth?" "Yes," Jeremiah said. "Dad always had dreams of glory and when our spaceship crashed here on Earth, he realized he would have to hide in another dimension, but he needed time to build a machine to get him there considering the primitive technology of Earth. It's like trying to build a computer out of seashells." "But why take over the planet?" Jerry said. Jeremiah shrugged and water splashed from one end of the pool to the other. "Because we're so much superior to humans. That's why. We are Flugonoids, one of the top species in the galaxy. Unfortunately, we tend to be criminals, but that's a problem for the Galactic Police to solve. Also, once we controlled this planet, it would be easy to shift the evolution of technology in a direction that would produce the parts we needed to repair our spaceship, or build a new one." Hours later, General Jutjaw was studying Team Mango's report. "Grimley, can you make any sense out of all this?" "General, I would say the bottom line is that the monster problem is solved now that we know the truth about Farley Crow." "Not so fast there, Grimley. We still don't know how to get to him and stop him." "What if we threatened to kill his son Jeremiah if he doesn't stop sending monsters against Earth?" "Hmmm. Every now and then you come up with a good idea." |
| George looked at Ivana. "He says that he and his father have been sending monsters here to try and take it over." "Explains all of the storms we've been having on our side, and why our criminals have been more active," said Ivana. "Whenever the portals between the worlds are opened frequently, there's a lot of storms, but that reeks havoc with the environment. Used to be that you'd only get one portal opening and sucking someone through, but once this was realized, the population was given a standing rule; be discreet, and to not interfere with your world, not that it didn't stop the odd story or two." "Like werewolves?" George asked. "Yes, but the moon has nothing to do with our changes, and we aren't allergic to silver," said Ivana. "You mentioned that you have a device that can open a portal up," said Butch. "We try not to use it," said Sasha. "Makes things worse." "Might even explain a few environmental issues we've been having," said George. "Global Warming, melting polar ice caps, larger huricanes and blizzards." "Our scientists did say that there might be trouble with your world as well," said Ivana. "That's why there isn't regular travel between the worlds." |
| "It sounds like we need to do two things." George said. "One we need to question Jeremiah Crow and find out how to get in touch with the Galactic Police he was talking about. They can transport his fat carcass back to their home planet. If they truly are as advanced as Crow claims they are, and I believe they would be since he was terrified of becoming lunch for you two, then they could probably solve all our problems. "And the the second", asked Sasha. "The second is the we need to go have lunch. I'm starving.. I'll order say three butchered cattle each for you two and something for us. Then we'll talk to Crow again and figure out how to get in touch with his Galactic Police. Of course before we contact the Galactic Police we should probably do some research on them as well. It wouldn't be much point in bringing attention to either of our dimensions if they're hostile." "It's a little too late for that," a voice said behind them. "We've been tracking Jeremiah Crow, whom we know as Crowmia the Fungi for quite awhile. Thank you for helping us find him. Yes, we have the technology to fix your worlds and allow you to transport through dimensional warps without harm. I'm Captain Squidoid, Galactic Police. No, we aren't here to take over your world. Jeremiah and his father however certainly would. I'm very pleased to meet you all. We've been monitoring your planet for sometime to make contact. Crow just moved the clock up. We aren't hostile as your werewolf friend here can tell you. She has the ability to read minds when she she gets really nervous like she is now, |
| "It's true," Sasha said. "He's telling the truth." At MonCon General Jutjaw read the second report from Team Mango. "Grimley! Have they gone insane? It gets weirder and weirder! Now I have to deal with a Captain Squidoid of the Galactic Police?" "He's on his way here, sir." There was a knock on the door. "In fact, I think he's here." General Jutjaw and Captain Squidoid shook hands. "General, " said Squidoid. "I can take these Crow characters off your hands and end your monster problem. Would that please you?" "Very much! Except then I would be out of a job." "Sir," said Grimley. "I'm sure the military will reassign you." "Shut up, Grimley. I was making a joke." Not long after the monster problem was officially declared over, the members of what was once Team Mango got together and made a decision. Public interest in monsters was still high. They would write a book about some of their most unusual monster experiences. "Should we include the Pineapple Monster?" Jerry asked. "I rather liked that adventure. The way it ended with that Hawaiian Luau..." "You like any adventure that has food in it," Butch said. "How about the Thing With A Thousand Tentacles? That was a tough one." "I have one I would like to do," George said, "if you don't mind me going first. This was one of the first monsters we had to dispose of. Do you remember..." |
| "That crazy bull-thing in Greece that was abducting pairs of young men and women," said George. "You mean the one on the island of Crete?" Butch asked. "I remember having a tough time trying to talk to people there, and not because of the language." |
| "Well I personally would like to take a vacation prior to being reassigned," George stated. "You know we'll be reassigned. Now that Sammy is back in his dimension and the King and Queen are keeping the criminals there well monitored we won't have to deal with monsters again. I'd just like a simple vacation and then we'll get started with that book." "George," Jerry said, "you're going to get your wish. You're going on vacation. In fact every member of Team Mango is going. The king and queen want us to visit them. They're awarding us the Medal of Valor for taking such good care of Sammy and raising him so properly." "You are joking aren't you Jerry? I mean we've just spent countless hours losing sleep and traveling to all parts of the country fighting monsters and now we're being ordered to go visit them? What's wrong with this picture?" "Oh now George just keep your pants on here. For one thing the creatures we have been battling may have appeared like monsters to us but in that dimension they're nothing more than common thugs. Most of the citizens of that dimension aren't criminals. They consider us heroes and they want to honor us." "Well why can't they come here," George asked, realizing how absurd his question was as he was asking it. "Oh what the heck. We deserve to look at some territory that's not part of what we've spent all this time protecting. Besides, I don't know about anybody else but I'm beginning to miss Sammy already." "I wonder if going from a tame absurdity to being a prince has changed him any" Kira asked. "Let's saddle up and find out." |
| "Sounds original, naming the land after yourself," said Butch. "Well, that's the family name, and apparently, their ancestor named it after himself," said Jerry. George looked over at Tabitha, and saw a grin on her face. "Yes, you'll be able to see him soon." "I can't wait to play with him again," the girl said. "It's been so long." "Two weeks, and you think that it was forever," said George. |
| Of course two weeks to a child is forever. For adults time seems to pass by like telephone poles on an interstate highway, but Tabitha really did miss Sammy. She didn't know what being a prince was all about and she didn't care. She simply wanted to see Sammy. She had heard that his parents were over 1,000 feet tall. Even if Sammy were a million feet tall she'd always see him as her friend wearing the tutu. Of course she had been told not to mention the tutu to his parents because they may not approve so she wouldn't. She just wanted to see Sammy. The balloon rose higher and higher and then was caught in a wind current. At times it felt like they were going to be buffeted so hard the balloon might throw them out but the basket was tightly secured and plenty deep to keep them safe. The current carried them a good distance at incredible speed and land appeared below them. Every road in the land was yellow bricks. "Come on now," Butch said. "Somebody is joking right? We can't actually be in Oz? "The wizard did say that he was only one of many rulers in Oz," George said. "Maybe Oz was just a territory in Shkandowa. Besides there was that one oompa-loompa monster we had to deal with. There were no oompa-loompas in the Wizard of Oz. So maybe Oz was a part of Shkandowa and we need to go through it to get to our destination." "Awesome," Jerry said. "If so we'll meet the smart scarecrow, the loving tin man, and the brave lion! I've always wanted to meet them!" |
| I got a cold that's why I haven't been adding Kira sneezed and sneezed she wasn't feeling well |
| George took a bottle of pills from his jacket. "Take one of these, Kira." The balloon drifted over a forest of tall trees and Tabitha became excited. "We're getting close to Sammy! I can feel him in my mind!" "The little girl is correct," said the pilot of the balloon. He was a cockatoo with snow white feathers and a beautiful yellow crest. He carried himself proudly. Being a balloon pilot was a very honorable profession in Shkandowa Land. "We will be landing soon," he continued. "All passengers please fasten their safety belts. When you leave the balloon take a look around and make sure you did not leave any of your belongings on board." A half dozen blackbirds flew up to meet them. They had ropes in their beaks and tied them to the balloon. Then the balloon was pulled down to earth while the pilot vented out some of the hot air. A panda was there to greet them. "Welcome to Shkandowa Land!" "Will you take us to the prince?" Jerry asked. "No," said the panda. "I'm just a greeter. I stand here all day saying Welcome to Shkandowa Land." "Do you get bored?" "Never! If I wasn't here I would be in my house getting fat." |
| "Nice to know," said George. "Would you care to show us the way to the Palace?" "Just follow the green road," said the panda. "Then, take the red road, followed by the gold one." "Sounds simple enough," said Jerry. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Somebody better write the directions down," Kira suggested. "Don't tell me we're going to be terrorized by some wicked witch on the way there and meet a bunch of misfits." "No wicked witches in Schkandowa ma'am, though you may encounter a thug or two along the way. We've been having some problems with highway robberies along the gold road especially.I guarantee you that youl'll meet some incredible people. The Oompa-Loompas live along the red road. They moved there after some chocolate factory they worked in closed down. They said a bunch of spoiled brats sued their boss for damages and though he won, the lawyer fees and court costs closed the factory. "What other surprises should we expect," George asked. "Maybe we can be prepared." "Well there's the castle of Lord Grundon on the green road. He won't harm you but he'll be insulted if you don't allow him to honor you for rescuing the Prince. He'll want to have dinner and a ball for you probably. He usually gives you a choice between a ball and a stage play. Choose the stage play. his actors are fabulous." "So how long until we actually see the Prince," Tabitha asked, trying hard not to call him Sammy. "He's my best friend in any dimension and I want to see him." "Sooner than you think," a voice said behind them. They all turned and a cat jumped into Tabitha's arms. "Sammy," she shouted with joy. "I didn't know he could talk," said George. "He couldn't in your dimension," the panda replied. "Did you ever know any of the monsters to talk? The werewolves were equipped with special devices that made speech there possible for them. Without the device..." |
| It was a short walk to Lord Grundon's Castle. A crow had already flown on ahead and announced their coming. "Hail the conquering heroes!" yelled Lord Grundon. He had gotten an early start on the wine drinking. George pulled Kira aside. "Don't drink any alcohol. It would react with that pill I gave you." Jerry and George toured the grounds of the castle. "His berry bushes could use some pruning," George said. "But his gardens are very productive." |
| "How do you know that?" Jerry asked. "I grow some things both as a hobby, and for my veterinary practice," said George. "Besides, you can't beat the taste of fresh blueberries, and Tabitha likes those in her pancakes, along with chocolate chips. Plus there's raspberries, blackberries, red currants, gooseberries, strawberries, grapes, kiwi, to say nothing about apples, pears, peaches, and all of that stuff." "What about oranges?" Jerry asked. "I like fresh oranges." "I've done okay with those, but citrus trees require a bit more work than my other fruit trees, not to mention some winter protection," said George. "Luckily I grow the kind of trees that you can place in a pot and carry inside during the winter months." "Useful to know," said Jerry. "Of course, if it's Vitamin C you're after, I recommend rose hips," said George. "They have an interesting taste, once you remove the seeds and the fine hair things inside of them. They make great jam." "You're talking about those little berry things that form when your wife doesn't cut the flower off, right?" Jerry asked. "You know I don't have a wife," said George. "Ever thought of having one?" Jerry asked. "Crosses my mind every now and then," said George. "Especially when my arm is shoved up the ass end of a cow or a horse, or even an elephant." "Sounds like a shitty part of the job," said Jerry. "Especially where elephants are concerned." "Yeah, and breeding the things is even worse," said George. "After all, sometimes the bull elephant is in another zoo, and you have to collect the genetic material, store it, and then try to inseminate it into the cow elephant, and those things are big. As it was, I was substituting for the normal breeder this one time; poor fella broke his arm trying to get the thing pregnant." "Sounds dangerous," said Jerry. "And that's when the things aren't PMsing," said George. "You don't want to mess with them when they are in that stage. Thankfully, the zoo pays me well, and I get all of the compost I want from them, as well as other places, which is useful for my garden." |
| "So how do you inseminate them them?" "Well I found that if I use the proper amount of tranquilizer the best way to do it it put them to sleep and inseminate them while they're asleep and while they're in heat. If they aren't asleep though they can be as mean as a woman going through her cycle, except in their case the woman weighs up to 20,000 pounds." "I wouldn't want a 20,000 pound woman angry with me," Butch chimed in. "I wouldn't want a 20,000 pound any freaking thing angry with me," Jerry said. "Thank you Jerry," Kira spoke up. "You're welcome Kira," Jerry said. "You know for somebody intelligent enough to operate heavy weapons Butch, you can sometimes be a complete jerk." "Now now," George said. "He's a lion. His is a very proud species. The males of his species are extremely arrogant end anything but correct in their treatment of the opposite sex. So lighten up on him a little.' So go on with how you inseminate the elephants," Jerry asked. "Don't you get it," Jerry Kira asked, starting to succumb to the medication George had given her and becoming even more sensitive to even perceived biases, "he puts them to freaking sleep, shoves his arm up in them and does it." "I'm glad it's him," Jerry said. "Now who's this bozo yelling at us?" "That's Lord Grundon I assume," George said. "It certainly looks like he's started the party without the guests." "Word has it that Lord Grundon likes to party," Sammy said. "He doesn't harm anybody and his realm is very loyal to the kingdom. His people are some of the happiest in the land. My moother and father have deep respect and trust in him, even though even they say he enjoys the snozberry wine a little more than is probably healthy for him." "Welcome to my castle conquering heroes," Lord Grundon cried from a platform they were approaching. "Thank you so much for saving our sweet prince. Please come forward so I can honor you personally. My subjects and I wish to honor you with medals, a feast, and your choice of activities. My personal guards will see you through the crowds and onto the platform. Please forgive the crowds for pressing in on you. My subjects are just as excited that you have honored us by coming into our land as I am." "You mean there was another way to get there," Kira asked. "Maybe it would have been shorter and I wouldn't have had to walked when I'm so sick." "I'm sure Sammy's people know what they are doing," George said. "They probably want us to take the scenic route so to see and be seen." |
| The next morning, even though he had a bad hangover, Jerry got up early with the rest of them and they took leave of Lord Grundon's castle while the early morning mists still lay across the road. They followed the green road until they arrived at the intersection with the red road. By then it was noon, so they stopped for awhile to eat lunch and rest. Jerry almost dropped his sardine sandwich when a large monster came strolling down the road. Then he remembered that in Shkandowa Land monsters were merely inhabitants. This particular monster was large and blubbery with lots of long hair. It whistled while it walked. |
| "Nice place to relax," said George. "Folks seem to be like folks back home." |
| The monster just passed without any incident, as they walked up the red road, they see a village in which it's inhabitants are humanoid with orange skin, green hair and white eyelashes. dressed in white coveralls, red shirts and rainbow socks(hey, this is the old school versions from the late Gene Wilder movie). "Interesting creatures." Butch says. George says "Those must be the Oompa-Loompas." |
| "We've got to stop and visit them," said Kira. "I've always wondered what the Oompa-Loompas would be like in real life." "Well," George said, "as you recall gene Wilder AKA Willie Wonka saying in the original movie, they were a group of hardworking dwarfs he had rescued from a place where different monsters would eat a dozen of them for lunch. Shkandowa Land certainly has it's share of monsters. Then we were told when we first arrived here that the Red Road was the most dangerous road of all because there were a lot of bandits on it." "So maybe Wonka got the Oompa-Loompas from Shkandowa land to begin with and the bandits we're going to be dealing with are the same monsters that were eating a dozen Oompa-Loompas at a time, is that what you're saying," Butch asked. "That's exactly what I'm saying," George said. "As if we hadn't already had enough monster fighting, now we may have to fight them just to be awarded for fighting them to begin with," Jerry moaned. "Yeah," said George. "Go figure!" |
| Kira heard the sounds of a guitar being played, she looked behind a rock and saw an Oompa- Loompa dressed all in black and even his hair dyed black "I never knew of any Goth Oompa-Loompas." Said Kira "I'm 15 years old." Said the Goth One "Oh that explains it." Said Kira "I"m Sad..." Said the Goth Teen "Nice to meet you Sad." Said Kira "My name is Kira." "No!" The Goth Teen got all huffy "My name is Screwy. I'm sad because no one will play Tabletop RPGs |
| KIra nodded her head in agreement. "But there is more to life than tabletop RPGs." "I know that!" Screwy said. "But I still want it to be at least a part of my life. Is that so wrong?" "No," KIra said. "If you have a Tabletop RPG near by, then I will play it with you right now." A little further up the road, the Oopah-Loopahs crowded around George and Jerry and Butch, touching their clothes and making funny throat noises. "Are visitors here so strange?" George asked. Jerry pulled an Oompah-Loompah's fingers loose from his shirt. "If this is the way they treat visitors then they probably never get any visitors. Why do our clothes fascinate them so much?" |
| "Different colors, different thread types, take your pick," said George. "I remember the first time I saw an Armani suit; looked really interesting, and felt really nice, and then I saw the price, and decided it wasn't worth the price, when I could get something similar for less than half the price of the Armani." "So, what about the bandits?" Jerry asked. "If they are smart, they'll be polite enough to wait until we're gone before attacking this village," said Sammy. "It's a bad idea to attack a village when Royalty is visiting it. We just might be hungry." George looked over at Sammy, who was still the size of a house-cat, and being held by Tabitha. "I'm surprised you don't mind her doing that with you." Sammy gave a sheepish grin. "I've grown used to it. Besides, she was nice to me. She's like a sister to me." "Nice to know," said George. "Hey Sammy, do you want to play Hide-and-Seek?" Tabitha asked. "I'd love to," said Sammy. "I've missed carrying you around inside of me." Tabitha scratched his head. "I've missed that to." At this, the two kids took off. "Just stay safe!" George yelled. "I'm sure they will," said one of the Oopah-Loopahs. "No bandit would want to try to harm a member of the Royal family." "What if they attacked here?" Butch asked. "That would be a pain," the Oopah-Loopah said. "We'd be recreated within a day, and then we'd have to rebuild the place. As for them, they'd be in real trouble. The Prince's mother and father don't take too kindly to such attacks. It would be one thing if we were late with our taxes, and offered ourselves up as meals to make up for it, but eating us for no real reason, the King and Queen don't like that sort of thing." |
| Meanwhile Kira was playing a Game with Screwy called 'Houses & Humans." Screwy was a playing a real estate salesman |
| Screwy rolled the dice and said, "I'll bet you're wondering why a Goth Teen would want to play a real estate salesman, aren't you?" "Not really," Kira said. "The whole idea of a fantasy role-playing game is to play a character you could never be in real life." "If you look at it that way, sure, but what if the idea is to play the role of a character that you wish you could be in real life?" "I think you're getting into SIMS territory with that view of it. Ever play that game?" Tabitha and Sammy had strayed far from the Oompah-Loompah compound and were deep in the brush exploring when they heard a strange little sound, like a rattle and a wheeze. The hair rose on Sammy's back. "Tabitha! Be very quiet! Start backing up slowly." The rattle and wheeze grew nearer. "It knows we're here," Sammy said. "What is it?" Tabitha asked. "Something I don't want to eat, but it wants to eat us." |
| "Just back up very slowly. If it strikes I can grab it before it bites you but I don't want to take the chance on missing. Timber rattlers here are way more poisonous than they are in your dimension. if it bites you I doubt that George or anybody else could help. It won't bite though unless it sees you, right now you're in it's blind spot and it's focused on me." "Won't it hurt you Sammy?" "Not if it doesn't me to eat it. I just don't want to do so because quite frankly snakes give me me the creeps. You back up and I'll make short work of this one." Tabitha backed up and watched undaunted as Sammy changed shape and became a man. His arm was shaped into a machete, which he used to chop the snake into several parts. He then scattered the parts in many different directions. "Why are you doing that,"Tabitha asked. Is't he just going to reform in 24 hours?" "He can't unless all of his parts are close together," Sammy said. "Now let's get out of the woods before something else happens." "I'm hungry," Tabitha said. "I'd happy to give you one of my apples,"a voice said. They turned to see an apple tree talking to them. "I owe you that much for taking care of that pesky snake. He was digging around and crawling through my roots ruining them. I don't know how many times I've had to regenerate. Besides your with the Prince. That is reason to give you all om my apples. The only problem is that they're a little hard still. They need to ripen some more but you can eat them now. |
| Kira's character she was playing was a Zookeeper, she rolled her dice. "I have...6!" She said "On a 20 sided dice?" Screwy said looking at the Gamebook "Yes." Said Kira "I believe this means your favorite Animal has died..." Said Screwy "No!' Cried Kira "Not Sammy! He was my favorite...My favorite..." "Lizard..." Screwy said "...I believe you said he was your favorite Lizard." Neither of them realized they were being secretly watched by...Something |
| Tabitha and Sammy walked back to the Oompa-Loompa camp with an armful of apples which they gave to the Oompa kids. "We need to get moving," Jerry said, "if we are going to make it to the Palace before nightfall." The Oompa-Loompas offered to let them borrow a wagon for their short journey. Since Jerry didn't have to concentrate on walking, he fell asleep on the wagon and when he woke up they were at the Palace. Naturally, a feast had been prepared for them. Jerry patted his belly. "I'll say one thing about Shkandowa Land... it's a good place to get fat!" |
| "Let's hope not too fat to walk," said George. The wolf looked around. The table was loaded down with roasted meats, which seemed to be refreshingly familiar, to say nothing about the breads, and fruits, and vegetables, as well as the desserts. "Um, is this typical food for around here?" "Actually, this was something done out of consideration of you guys," said Sammy. "The usual fare is more of the type that has fallen behind in their taxes, and wishes to pay off their debt that way." "I see," said George. "Tell your parents to tell their subjects to not talk about how you collect taxes in front of our world's diplomats, if such relations do get established." "I understand," said Sammy. "It's taken me a little bit of getting used to myself, after being away for three years." "So, have you helped out your parents with the whole tax collecting thing?" George asked. Sammy gave a nervous chuckle. "A few times. Thing is, the lower classes seem to think of it as something of an honor - the higher the rank of the one eating them, the greater the honor." "Alright," said George. |
| "Butch I hope you haven't eaten anything yet," George said. "The king and queen haven't arrived yet and it's not only improper but it's also illegal as well." "Don't worry about it," Sammy said. "Butch is a lion and this king of the beasts back home, my parents won't object.". |
| Meanwhile outside some strange creatures were watching, they were shadowy creatures with yellow eyes |
| They didn't speak to each other but they seemed to be more than animals. Some kind of intelligence lurked behind their mysterious yellow eyes. Sammy challenged Butch and Jerry and George to a game of Lawn Ball. This was a game played only by royalty so they had no idea how to play, but Sammy walked them through it. "It's too complicated!" Butch said, and threw down his Lawn Ball bat. "Can't we play something I already know how to play?" |
| "Now, come on," said George. "How hard can it be to hit a ball through a hoop that is just barely bigger than the ball itself?" He tried to pick up the ball, struggled for a moment, and then dropped it, leaving a dent on the lawn. "Alright, a fifty pound object the size of a tennis ball; that would pose a challenge." He then turned his head, and saw some snake-like creatures slithering up to them. He saw a slight shiver go down Sammy's spine. "Who are they?" "Father's Military Advisers," said Sammy. "Friends of yours?" George asked. "Not exactly," said Sammy. "There's been a discussion over whether or not to invade your world over my apparent kidnapping and alleged brainwashing." "They at the front of it?" Jerry asked. "They'd be in favor of it, if there was a good enough reason to do so," said Sammy. "We'd kick their asses," said Butch. "Been doing that for the last three years." "Butch, we've been fighting random thugs of theirs for the last three years," said George. "An actual military invasion is something else, even on our world; criminals are untrained and tend to lack discipline compared to even a basic military force. Also, a military force tends to have access to better weapons. What's been keeping them back?" "The fact that a proper invasion force could cause environmental issues here," said Sammy. "That and I've told them that you have access to weapons you'd fear to use on your world, but would be more willing to use on another, if you felt sufficiently threatened enough to use them in a retaliatory strike." "Sounds about right," muttered Jerry. "One always keeps an ace up their sleeves in a game of poker." The snake creatures soon stopped before Sammy. "Having fun, ssssSire?" "What are they?" Butch whispered. "Look up your Hindu and Buddhist mythologies," said George. "They're nagas, or something that was the inspiration for them." "How do you know this?" Butch asked. "When monsters start showing up, you look into History, as well as Religion," said George. The wolf stepped up to the creatures. "Sammy, who are your friends?" "I am Lord Kalass," the one said. "I am Lord Snalanz," the other said. "I'm George, and that's Butch and Jerry." "So, you're the one who kept our prinssce as a pet," said the one. "He didn't complain too much," said George. "Except when I tried to get him to do what I wanted. He listened to my stepdaughter though." |
| "Besides, we didn't know he was a prince or anything else. All we knew was that he was obviously from your world and wasn't causing any trouble on ours. A pparently he lacked the ability to communicate with us. In the interest of diplomacy, I assure you the last thing we we would have done if we had known his identity was do anything to even hint at humiliating him. Our actions were taken in a gesture of friendship and quite frankly in self-preservation because we had no idea who or what we were dealing with." "On their world beings like ourselves were considered monsters," Sammy chimed in. "After all every encounter they had with one of us was with one of our criminals who did nothing but wreak havoc on their world. Inn fact the personnel you see before you are part of an elite force formed to police their world when Mad Scientist Farley Crow sent one of us through. I wasn't kidnapped nor was I brainwashed. Farley Crow sent me through the same as he did the criminals.These people rescued me and kept me from starting a war, that would ultimately result in the use of weapons of mass destruction on our world. I might adds the weapons would be such that we would not regenerate from because there would be nothing left to regenerate. As for my alleged brainwashing, our scientists have me and declared that my mind was never tampered with in any way. My parents ordered the exam and I submitted just to quiet the rumors. The next resident of Sckandowa who states I was brainwashed will be imprisoned for an undetermined amount of time before I digest them. It will be very unpleasant. Understood?" "Yes my prince," both Nagas replied. |
| Lord Kalass looked at George. "I apologize for thinking evil thoughts about you, but I'm sure if our positions were reversed you would do the same. If a prince of your world was missing and discovered on another world, you would not immediately think the intentions of that other world must be kind-hearted, now would you? You would be worried about the fate of your prince." |
| "I recommend that you read the story about Helen and the Trojan War," said George. "That one has a kidnapped queen, among other things." |
| "I will do that," Lord Kalass stated. "I'mm vvvvery interesssted in the hiisssstorry of your world." George wanted to tell him that the Trojan wars were part of Greek mythology and were not necessarily accepted as factual by many, but decided against it. His whole point had been to slam Kalass anyway. He hoped the snake god creature would see that in George's world Sammy could well have been the Trojan Horse, which he had turned out not to be. "It was our pleasure to protect the prince while he was with us," Butch interjected. "Besides I'm sort of partial to anything that even resembles a cat and that was what his highness appeared to be to us." "I can undersssstand why," the snake creature hissed. "So please tell me something Lord Kalass," Kira spoke up. "How is it that you so strikingly resemble the snake gods of our Hindu religion? Kalass got a sheepish look on his face and then said "The ability to transport between our worlds is something that has existed here for eons. It has been forbidden since the beginning of recorded time because of the environmental impact. The penalty for doing so here is quite severe. However that has not stopped an occasional criminal from slipping through a portal. Your world, especially in ancient times, might have viewed them as gods." |
| Meanwhile the Shadowy Creatures went and reported the findings to the Leader of the Nine Hells, a Swirling Dimension of Darkness and Vagueness. They reported to the Queen of the Nine Hells a Black Serpent-like Creature sitting on a throne made of shadows |
| Only the Queen of the Nine Hells could see them. That's how shadowy the Shadowy Creatures were. One of them bowed low and said, "Oh, exalted one, Queen Beneficia, ruler of the Nine Hells and daughter of Queen Zeremocha the Magnificent, we respectfully appear before you to present our report." "Proceed," said the Queen. |
| "So, what sorts of creatures from mythology and folklore could be based on creatures from this place?" Kira asked, as they walked towards the palace. "Well, Ivana and Sasha are werewolves, or something that werewolves were based off of," said George. "These two are something that resembles nagas. There was that Minotaur-thing in Greece. I think Sammy resembles a rakshasa - a tiger-like creature that was said to be filled with nothing but bloodlust and hunger. He's got the hunger part down, and, while he isn't as vicious as the rakshasa in most of the stories, he's very protective of those he cares about. I wouldn't be surprised to find the basis of every creature from every legend here." "You mean there might be dragons here?" Butch asked. "Probably the creatures they are based off of," said George. "I mean, look around; name it, we could find it. I mean, that feathered serpent thing standing guard up on that wall could be the very inspiration for the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl. That goat-man thing, Greek faun or satyr." "And the troubles they caused?" Jerry asked. "Like we've been told; some of them just might have been criminals," said George. "However, others, who just might have been lost, or accidental, travelers, where helpful in just as many stories, passing on advice, or outright assisting the Heroes the stories were about." |
| "Lord Kalass believed the creatures from the other dimension my queen," said Sinister, one of the shadow creatures. "He will report to that ignorant royal family that the prince was merely found by the creatures from the other dimension and the royal family will not support a move against the dimension. If we are to succeed in our plans and cause a war between the worlds, might I suggest we plant irrefutable evidence that the young prince was indeed kidnapped by the Earthlings?" "You might suggest it if you dare be so insolent," Queen Beneficia replied. How dare you dare suggest any plan of action to me? Do you not believe I am more than capable of taking care of things without your suggestions? You merely do what you're told and leave the thinking to me before I bury you in the bottom of the ninth hell!" |
| "Yes My Queen!" Said Both Shadow Creatures Meanwhile Kira was looking through the Royal Library after supper...So many books! |
| It suddenly occurred to Kira that nowhere had she seen a television screen. Did they only have books here? That was really weird! Jerry joined her in the library. "Ah! Books! How are thy arranged? By author or title?" "I don't know," Kira said. "Jerry? Have you seen a TV here anywhere?" Jerry looked at the ceiling and tapped his chin. "No! I haven't! Imagine that. No TV." |
| "What need of an electronic square when you can use a magical orb," said a familiar voice. The two turned, and found themselves looking at Ivana and Sasha. "What do you mean?" Kira asked. "You call them crystal balls," said Sasha. "They're like three feet around, and show whatever story you want to watch. Crime, Romance, Sports, News, Fiction - you name it, they show it." "Where would they be?" Jerry asked. Ivana chuckled, and tapped on a white globe. "This is one. Best part is that you can keep the shows Private, so that only you can see and hear what the show is. That being said, we're working on the fantasy and science-fiction stuff - we tend to categorize that as Crime, Military, and Comedy, as well as Earth-Made-Fiction, as we don't exactly have things that are exactly like those two genres - that and your special effects are hilarious, and the creatures are portrayed very wrong." "I guess they would be," said Kira. "It's not like we have a whole lot of information about your society." Sasha nodded. "Know the feeling. Didn't know a whole lot about yours. Me and my sister had to learn the hard way, but, like we've mentioned, we did make a good friend." Ivana smiled. "She was a good friend as well, and didn't mind us looking like her; it allowed her to keep certain appointments, as well as have the day off at the same time." "You've mentioned that this human you met was a hooker," said Jerry. "Are you saying that you two actually went out and had sex with men, so that she could have the day off?" "We were on what you call 'The Pill', and we can control when we can breed," said Sasha. "Can't have offspring unless we want to have one." "And, when she was murdered, you took things into your own hands," said Kira. "Well, we are law enforcement officers, just our of our normal jurisdiction, and you know how that can be," said Ivana. Jerry rolled his eyes. "Been there, done it, and hate it. Especially when you can't reach a compromise with the locals, or when some other group tries to shove you off a case. I know that George is more of a 'Deal with the situation first, argue over credit later' sort of person, but I think that's because of the whole being a doctor thing - cut the cancer out, and deal with the fact that there's going to be a scar, afterwards." |
| "Well we didn't want to reveal ourselves to your law enforcement officials," Sasha said "I guess you can understand why. So when our friend was murdered we knew that your law enforcement would say "Another dead hooker. So what?" So we hunted the perpetrator down ourselves. I approached him without Ivana. I wanted him to think our friend had come back to haunt him and get him to confess. He confessed alright. He started screaming "No! I killed you," while having what you call a "coronary". He died on the spot. So Ivana and I ate him and went looking for similar criminals. Your world doesn't need them." "Nor do we need vigilante justice," said George. "Our justice system is wrong sometimes but it usually works right. The police don't make an arrest unless the prosecution is sure they have a case so it usually works out well. I'm not going to complain because you two were hungry and ate the scum of our society but I still can't approve of vigilante justice or kangaroo courts." |
| Are we at some point to get the heroes out of the Fairy Tale Land and have a different chapter? Seems we've been on this one forever Kira saw a book on the shelf nearest to her, on the spine of the book it read 'The Classified Lands' Kira took the book off the shelf and looked at it while the other were engaged with other things, she saw a picture of a Planet that was actually shattered into many pieces. But still held together by a mysterious spiritual power. The caption read 'This Realm is not to be contacted until further notice under the laws of Prime Directive' |
| Kira thumbed a few more pages and found a chapter called "The World That Takes You Away". It was planet populated by magical earwigs, strange insectoid creatures with huge pincers on their butts. They used these to grip the seats of their fancy toilets. They had an unreasonable fear of falling in and being flushed away. They used their magic to lure slaves to their planet to perform their dirty jobs, like pincer trimming and toilet cleaning. One reason they were so obsessed with defecation might have been the fact that they had to do it 12 times a day. In contrast, they only consumed one meal every 30 days. It hardly seemed fair, but such are the sometimes random ways of Nature. Of course, the one meal of the earwigs in 30 days was a gigantic meal, and all the defecations were tiny, so the weight balanced out. The way their magic worked was that the more you knew about the earwigs, the more likely you would be sucked out of your world and into theirs. So to facilitate that, they planted articles about themselves wherever they could. Even as Kira felt the sounds around her becoming muffled and her vision growing grey, she knew what had happened. She had learned too much about the earwigs and now she was being sucked into their dimension. She tried to yell for help, but the words would not come out. |
| Luckily for her, she got hit by a ladder, knocking her back into the main corridor of the library. "Don't ever read this book," the ladder said, as it grabbed the book. "In fact, don't read any of them on this shelf." "What just happened?" Kira asked, her mind a bit of a blank. "Ladder magic," the ladder said. "I hit you so that you forgot what it was you learned." "Why did you hit me?" Kira asked. "For your safety," said the ladder. "The creatures that made this book are highly dangerous, and enchant their writings to try to enslave unwitting readers." "Do you know what they are?" Kira asked. "No, for I do not read the books on this shelf, for the very knowledge of such creatures is dangerous to the reader," said the ladder. |
| A pair of shadowy eyes watched in disgust as the ladder had moved to rescue Kira from the book. Queen Beneficia was not going to be pleased. it had taken very careful, step-by-step planning to figure out how to lead Kira to read the shadow books while in the presence of the two "trusted" law enforcement officers. If a war was to be started between the two worlds the obvious place to start was to sow seeds of distrust at the levels of the law enforcement and military. Queen Beneficia had counted on the kidnapping of the prince to be the catalyst of that war. However her plot had failed.Now her plot to try doing just the opposite also failed. The Emperor feared the world Kira was from due to to their weapons of mass destruction. Now Queen Beneficia knew the only way she could assure a war would take place was to use one of these weapons on Kira's world and make it appear like the work of the Royal Family. |
| "I'm confused," Jerry said. Butch looked up from the crossword puzzle he was working on. "What?" "I'm confused. It feels like somewhere we have gone astray. What are we doing here? What are we trying to accomplish? And it gets worse than that, who are we? I feel like I knew who I was and what I was doing, but now it's been taken away from me. I'm confused." Butch stared at Jerry and then looked back over his shoulder at the other room. "George! Kira! Get in here. I think we have a freakout in progress." Jerry looked hopefully at George. "I'm confused. Can you help me?" |
| George looked over at Sammy. "Do you know what's going on?" Sammy sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "Yeah, someone's been using certain forbidden magics. Best get out of here, right now!" Ivana and Sasha also sniffed the air. "The sooner the better!" In less time than it took for them to say anything, the group was outside of the library, and the two werewolves were talking to one of the other guards. "Don't let anyone in that room until that magic has been expelled," said Ivana. "Unless they are otherwise authorized," said Sasha. "And that's a Royal Order," said Sammy. The guard's eyes bulged. He nodded, and stood in front of the door, ready to keep anyone out. "We'd better tell my father and mother about this," said Sammy. The two werewolves nodded. "Keep an eye on them, just in case they still feel the effects," said Sammy. The group started walking. George looked back at the library guard, before looking at Sammy. "What did you mean by Royal Order?" "You know how there are rules and orders that people can break with little or now trouble?" Sammy asked. "Done plenty of that," said George. "A Royal Order is an order that you need a very good reason to disobey," said Sammy. "Even my father, who is my superior, cannot just disobey it, even if he issued it himself. The only ones who can enter that library now are the Royal Magic Eaters." "Magic Eaters?" George asked. "They subsist on magic," said Sammy. "Out in public, they can absorb magic from a large number of beings, a little here, a little there, never too much from any one being. Stick one in a room with just one person, and the magic user will soon need to be reformed, as the magic will be drained from them, like in those vampire movies, only there isn't any transformation." "I see," said George. "So, what happened in there?" "Forbidden magic, is all I know," said Sammy. "Might of been something else, but all I knew was that we needed to get out of there." "But, what about the ladder that hit me?" Kira asked. "They've dealt with worse things before," said Sammy. "They should be fine." |
| That night Jerry lay down in his bed feeling more tired than he ever had in his life. He couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong. It was like he was on a train that had jumped the tracks and ended up on a different set of tracks. "I don't belong in this dimension..." he muttered to himself as he drifted off to sleep. At MonCon, General Jutjaw was pacing back and forth. "How can a team be missing, Grimley? It's like Team Mango went off the radar. I don't know where they are or what they are doing. I don't even know what dimension they are in. There hasn't been a report from them. Do you think it's time we called in The Tracer?" Grimley shuddered. The Tracer was a rat-like creature with an uncanny ability to jump from dimension to dimension coupled with a nose so sensitive that he could sniff out almost anyone or anything anywhere. Something surprising about The Tracer was that he had the worst body odor of any creature. Some people couldn't be in the same room with him without getting physically sick. Grimley the Sloth was one such person. "Sir, if you do meet with The Tracer, please don't ask me to be there." |
| "Strange," George muttered, as he looked over at Jerry. "I haven't seen that kind of sickness. Might be Homesickness, but in a grown-up?" |
| "Maybe I should have Sammy's royal docs take a look at Jerry," George thought. "I'm just a Veterinarian. I may be overlooking something. George turned to Sasha. "Sasha can I arrange to have the royal doctors consult with me about Jerry's condition? I believe he's suffering from something that may be from your dimension. If so it's completely out of my realm of knowledge." "As a rule the royal physicians are restricted to seeing only royal family members by royal law. However royal law can be broken if there is a very good reason for it and you appear to have a very good reason," Sasha replied. "Under the circumstances I think that can be arranged. I'll speak with His Highness right now." |
| Most people here were on my Shard RPG Campfire, but for the one newbie who wasn't here is the website for the RPG the Campfire was based on http://www.shardrpg.com/ The Planet that Kira had seen in The Classified Lands books, the Planet that was broken into pieces but still somehow staying together that place was called Dardunah, or the World of the False Dawn, that is because the Smaller Blue Sun Edu rises before the larger Amber Sun Lokaynu In the Northern Tropical Lands which the Reptile and Amphibian People or 'Sarpah' live A Black Cobra Woman a Sorceress or Shi'hibas as they were called, was dancing in a very specific manner, the Black Cobra, named Na'Vi was young and prideful, she was attempting to summon a demon in order to get revenge on one who had insulted her. Queen Benificia was originally from Dardunah before she had been banished to the Nine Hells,back then her name had been Amasúrah before the Great Mother and Father had taken away her name, but she never lost complete contact with Dardunah for many still worshiped her...Even if they did not know who she truly was. Na'Vi the Cobra was ready for the Demon she summoned to spring forth instead she was sucked INTO the Nine Hells! "Greetings...Offspring of mine." Said the Queen "Nagamissa?!" Exclaimed Na'Vi, to the Sarpah Amasúrah was the benevolent Goddess of Healing. The Queen laughed a hissing laugh "No..." She said "...The Furred Vajrah and the Feathered Paksin remember my true name of Amasúrah, here I have become Queen Benificia...You are one of my descendants from before I was banished here...And since you so closely resemble me when I was still flesh and blood...I shall possess you...To gain entry to the mortal coil once more!" "No!" Screamed Na'Vi but already the Queen's spirit flew into body. |
| I am going to shut down this campfire and start up two new campfires. One will be OUT OF THE NINE HELLS and will be based on Twiga's last addition to this campfire. The other will be MONSTER MASHERS 2 and will be in the "tales of" format we have used before. It will consist of stories each about 50 additions in length and we will take turns creating them. Since Chris is the new guy we'll ask him do the first one. The End! |
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