Don't Stop Believing
...or, the story about the fluffy bunnies with the one foots. (Don't ask me, I didn't come up with that name)
Anyway, the following is something most of you will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, but will get a chuckle out of it anyway. So here's the first installment. Leave a comment if you want more.
"Are they ready?" he asked.
"Almost, Boss. Another hundred thousand or so and you will have your army."
"Perfect. I have waited far too long for my revenge on the B.A.T Squad. Captain Pyro never should have escaped from Terrorvision. This time, we shall show no mercy."
"Heh heh heh, no mercy. Certainly not, Boss. No mercy." The thug replied.
"It's settled then. As soon as they are trained, release them into the other dimension."
"No problem, Boss."
*****
"KEEEE-YAH!" Brett Kelley smashed the boards apart with his bare hands and then turned to face his students. "Alright, your turn."
The students ceased their chatter and dutifully broke their boards. Seeing that they had done well, they began jumping up and down, yammering like the monkeys they were.
"Silence, foo's!" Brett's henchman, Mr. Bobblehead T, hollered. "You ain't neva gonna be no good army if you don't listen up!" The monkeys' chatter increased. T glared at them, saying, "Save the drama fo' yo mama, fool."
"Thank you, Mr. Bobblehead T," said Brett, "but I think I can handle this. They are, after all, my personal band of ninja monkeys."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I brought you this." T handed him a piece of paper. After reading it, Brett threw it on the floor.
"Damn."
*****
An hour later, the Evil Jesta stood at the balcony, surveying his army. "They're ready, Sir!" His henchman said.
"Perfect. Bring them out." Down below, the heavy steel doors opened and his army advanced. They emerged twenty abreast, and the columns were one hundred deep. The ground reverberated with their hopping. Long ears stood at attention as they advanced, eyes on the soldiers to their sides. Pink noses twitched, testing the air.
"Mr. Jesta, may I present to you the League of Fluffy Bunnies!"
"The Yellow Bunnies With The One Foots." Said Jesta.
"Boss? These are white bunnies with two feet." The henchman was confused.
"I know. That just makes it more interesting."
"Okay, Boss."
*****
"The Yellow Bunnies With The One Foots?! I find that hard to believe." The ninja master sat in a high backed chair facing out the window, talking on his cell.
"True, Brett. I don't know how we didn't see this coming." Pete Shannon, head of Shows at Six Flags New England, sounded dejected. "We should have expected this, as the portal is always open around Frightfest. But fluffy bunnies?"
"Have Ficarro and Francisco been called in?"
"Yeah. So far they haven't found anything besides a clown mask, a red nose, and some cigarette butts."
"Damn. What do you propose we do?"
"I'll admit to you, I'm at a loss. This army he's amassing is formidable. We may have to call in the special forces."
"They're not ready."
"Get them ready, Brett. We're counting on you!" Pete hung up the phone.
Brett spun his chair around. "Mr. Bobblehead T!"
"What you want, fool?"
"Assemble the army. They need to be trained in double time."
What will happen next? Will the ninja monkeys stop the fluffy bunnies before they can be released into Six Flags New England? Who is this mysterious Jesta? Who the heck is Captain Pyro? Stay tuned...
Copyrights and stuff: Yes, I don't own Six Flags or anything. Any resemblance to real people and places is not entirely coincidental, and half this stuff (BATs, TFD, SLFoJ, MJG, etc) comes from the wonderfully warped mind of Justin Alaimo. The ninja monkeys are a trademark of Brett Kelley, and the FBWTOF belong to Chris Moore. I just threw them all together to amuse myself.
Anyway, the following is something most of you will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, but will get a chuckle out of it anyway. So here's the first installment. Leave a comment if you want more.
"Are they ready?" he asked.
"Almost, Boss. Another hundred thousand or so and you will have your army."
"Perfect. I have waited far too long for my revenge on the B.A.T Squad. Captain Pyro never should have escaped from Terrorvision. This time, we shall show no mercy."
"Heh heh heh, no mercy. Certainly not, Boss. No mercy." The thug replied.
"It's settled then. As soon as they are trained, release them into the other dimension."
"No problem, Boss."
*****
"KEEEE-YAH!" Brett Kelley smashed the boards apart with his bare hands and then turned to face his students. "Alright, your turn."
The students ceased their chatter and dutifully broke their boards. Seeing that they had done well, they began jumping up and down, yammering like the monkeys they were.
"Silence, foo's!" Brett's henchman, Mr. Bobblehead T, hollered. "You ain't neva gonna be no good army if you don't listen up!" The monkeys' chatter increased. T glared at them, saying, "Save the drama fo' yo mama, fool."
"Thank you, Mr. Bobblehead T," said Brett, "but I think I can handle this. They are, after all, my personal band of ninja monkeys."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I brought you this." T handed him a piece of paper. After reading it, Brett threw it on the floor.
"Damn."
*****
An hour later, the Evil Jesta stood at the balcony, surveying his army. "They're ready, Sir!" His henchman said.
"Perfect. Bring them out." Down below, the heavy steel doors opened and his army advanced. They emerged twenty abreast, and the columns were one hundred deep. The ground reverberated with their hopping. Long ears stood at attention as they advanced, eyes on the soldiers to their sides. Pink noses twitched, testing the air.
"Mr. Jesta, may I present to you the League of Fluffy Bunnies!"
"The Yellow Bunnies With The One Foots." Said Jesta.
"Boss? These are white bunnies with two feet." The henchman was confused.
"I know. That just makes it more interesting."
"Okay, Boss."
*****
"The Yellow Bunnies With The One Foots?! I find that hard to believe." The ninja master sat in a high backed chair facing out the window, talking on his cell.
"True, Brett. I don't know how we didn't see this coming." Pete Shannon, head of Shows at Six Flags New England, sounded dejected. "We should have expected this, as the portal is always open around Frightfest. But fluffy bunnies?"
"Have Ficarro and Francisco been called in?"
"Yeah. So far they haven't found anything besides a clown mask, a red nose, and some cigarette butts."
"Damn. What do you propose we do?"
"I'll admit to you, I'm at a loss. This army he's amassing is formidable. We may have to call in the special forces."
"They're not ready."
"Get them ready, Brett. We're counting on you!" Pete hung up the phone.
Brett spun his chair around. "Mr. Bobblehead T!"
"What you want, fool?"
"Assemble the army. They need to be trained in double time."
What will happen next? Will the ninja monkeys stop the fluffy bunnies before they can be released into Six Flags New England? Who is this mysterious Jesta? Who the heck is Captain Pyro? Stay tuned...
Copyrights and stuff: Yes, I don't own Six Flags or anything. Any resemblance to real people and places is not entirely coincidental, and half this stuff (BATs, TFD, SLFoJ, MJG, etc) comes from the wonderfully warped mind of Justin Alaimo. The ninja monkeys are a trademark of Brett Kelley, and the FBWTOF belong to Chris Moore. I just threw them all together to amuse myself.