As Bugs Pond (our hero!) wiped the sludge off his face, he couldn't believe what had just happened. "How could anyone ... or anything ... speak to me in that tone of voice? No respect for my super-hero status? The nerve of that guy! Uh ... that Gator".
Rear Admiral, who had been standing directly behind Bugs when the sludge wave hit, was still clean as a whistle (from the knees up ... lower than that ... well ... just envision a knee deep pile of sewer sludge.).
Rear smiled slightly at the sight of of Bugs disgustedly wiping the sewer sludge off his face. He wondered momentarily whether Bugs' mouth had been open.
Rusty Irons had also been deluged with sewer sludge when the wave hit Bugs. He wasn't too concerned about himself being covered with unmentionable chunks of stuff ... but his beloved Canadian Baseball League bat had been sludged, also. "Aaaarrrrggghhh!", grunted Rusty. "There will be heck to pay for this!". Rusty had no way of knowing how inconsequential an insult to his bat was in comparison to the insult that Bugs had levied on the used toothbrush gift.
Rusty started towards the opening in the wall that the others had disappeared into. He raised his bat in attack posture, wiping sludge from his face as he walked.
Bugs Pond (our hero!) noticed this sudden movement from one of his admirers and realized that he better re-take control of the situation before his position as super-hero was all but forgotten.
But ... what to do? There was nothing in the super-hero manual about wiping sludge from one's face. How does a super-hero retain composure during such an embarrassing moment? Bugs glanced over his shoulder at Rear, who quickly wiped the smirk off his face, replacing it with a look of concern. "What now, boss?", he said, barely controlling the snicker that wanted out so badly.
Bugs quickly recovered from his momentary lapse of super-hero-ness, and reached behind his back to that handy dandy concealed super-hero pouch hidden beneath his skin.
"Wait!", he yelled to Rusty Irons, as he withdrew the one tool (or is it a weapon?) that he knew would turn the table.
[Editor's note: Hey, wait a minute! Turn the table? There's no table in this scene! How are we going to work a table into this scene? Hmmmm ... We'll have to have somebody float one down the sewer ... And, make sure it's one of those Lazy Susan (tm) deals that can be rotated. Sheesh. The things an editor has to do to keep this story straight.] |
