... nothing happened.
"Huh?", said Rear Admiral. "What the ...".
He lowered the pistol, and looked at it intently. Was it empty? No. Hmmmm ... It was then that he noticed the super duper water pistol had a safety on it. "Whoa. Like, major coolosity, dude. I've never seen a water pistol with a safety before. This must shoot off some powerful stream of water."
He fiddled with the safety until it clicked to "Off", then raised the gun to his shoulder again. By this time, Girl Scout Troop 757 had all made it out the front door, hotly pursued by the HamsterTank. That was quite a sight. A mini-tank being driven by a hamster, with an octopus and an iguana flanking it on either side. "That's something you don't see every day", thought Rear.
"Heck. I really wanted to shoot something with this really spiffy watergun.", muttered Rear. He aimed it at Bugs Pond, who was still standing by the front door. Bugs turned around just in time to see Rear's finger squeeze the trigger. Bugs, who had been highly trained in combat techniques, did one of his often practiced tuck and rolls away from danger. The powerful stream of water slammed into the wall right where Bugs' head had been a scant second earlier. [Editor's note: Just exactly how much time do we allot here? Is a "scant" second anything like a 1/2 second? More? Less? Hey, George. Check into that, will ya?]
The watergun had quite a kick. Rear Admiral was thrown back into the informational bulletin board that contained all the names of the corporate officers. The board came crashing down on Rear's foot, breaking his big toe. "Ouch!", shouted Rear. "Just what I need. A broken toe to go with my bruised ribs, and this ugly mini-sword stab wound in my neck."
Rear looked for the closest place to sit down. He noticed a bench in the telephone booth across the way. As he limped over to the booth, he was able to see that somebody was already in there. "Why, it's Muffy!", thought Rear.
Just then, Bugs ripped the watergun out of his hand, and then smashed it with his huge powerful hands. The water that was once filling the watergun spilled all over the marble floor, making it extremely slippery. Bugs glared at Rear, obviously unhappy at having had a watergun pointed at his head.
Precious was counting the number of building fragments that had been strewn all around the lobby of the Black Corporation building during the earthquake. As always, she was doing a fine job of counting and categorizing. How she could keep all the different counts of different categories at the same time was a mystery to anyone who watched her. Ok, so she wasn't too swift about other things that actually mattered for something, but counting was definitely her thing.
Muffy watched as Rear limped towards her. She stood up to offer him her seat, but immediately slipped and fell on the now wet floor. She banged her head on the marble floor and it knocked her out.
[Editor's note: Uh, hey guys ... I'm missing a page here. We have most of our key players right here in the Black Corporation building, but now I don't know what they're supposed to be doing next. Did anybody read the script? Let's just pick it up at the top of the next page for now.]
.... Bugs laughed at that. "Ha! Hey, that's a pretty good story! But, untrue, for sure. Propane? Fuggetaboutit ... Obviously somebody's pulling your leg.", he said. "Everybody knows the HamsterTank runs on Liquid Nitrogen." Erroll and Octopussy laughed out loud in agreement with Bugs, then did an awkward version of a High-Five. Iggy the Iguana, not to be outdone, flicked out his tounge [sic] to join the fun. Rear Admiral didn't appreciate being made fun of in that way, but he had to agree that he'd bought into that story hook, line, and sinker. He felt pretty foolish, and promised himself he'd not fall for anything that outlandish again.
They were all still laughing as they got into the elevator, and Muffy pushed the button for "Mezzanine". "I'm starved", she said. "I wonder what the special is for today's lunch?"
As the elevator doors closed, Muffy caught a glimpse of a guy coming in through the front door of the building. He was carrying a baseball bat, and looked like one mean son of a gun. |
