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Dr. Junkee 2 Loonies United (part 12)
By JPJunkee
AlanGrant5 smiled as he rode on the back of one of the raptors. His legs on either side, and his hands gripping the short feathers that sprouted from the back of the raptor's head. Him and the eight raptors moved as a pack through the gloomy jungle. In the short time with the animals, he had almost began to understand their language . . . almost.
They passed by a cave with a little sign above it that had a picture of a boat.
AlanGrant5 frowned and asked his raptor friends, "Is the boat in the cave?"
The raptors all stared at him with perplexed expressions.
AlanGrant5 sighed, "Iz de floatie in da kipzbiscuit?"
One of the raptors shook its head, "Naw, naw, floatie at ze show shotie."
"Oh," AlanGrant5 nodded, that made sense.
Then all the raptors let out a gasp, staring straight ahead. "Hixxo shat shipzer!" they all said.
AlanGrant5 looked over the head of the raptor he was riding and saw a burnt young man laying on the ground next to a silver beer keg. He frowned and jumped down to the ground, quickly running up to the charred man. He put his hands to the man's neck, checking for a pulse. There was none. There was an ID card on his chest, that said "My name is Amber".
AlanGrant5 looked from the name to the man's face, perplexed if the man was in fact a woman because of his name.
:::AUTHOR NOTE: Hehehehe:::
Inside the man's chest pocket, he saw a little key poking out. Curious, he pulled out the key. It was attached to a big plastic number one, much like a key for a hotel room. "This is just like that one movie," AlanGrant5 whispered to himself, staring at the number in his hands. "What does it mean?"
He heard a snap of a twig, and looked up at his raptor friends. . . But. . . they weren't there. Slowly, he looked down at the ground, and saw all his raptor friends piled up in a bloody mess of torn bodies. Hanging out of their mouths was a different number, attached to a key.
AlanGrant5 screamed, running up to his friends, "Who could do something so terrible?! They never hurt anything!!! NOOOOOOOO!"
"CRAW!"
AlanGrant5 spun around, and saw a big fat penguin standing on top of Amber's dead body. In its flippers, it held a bloody red chainsaw.
"You," AlanGrant5 growled. "I knew it was you."
"CRAW?" the penguin asked, perplexed as it had never before met AG5.
"So it has come to this," AlanGrant5 said, taking off his shirt, and tossing it aside. "You killed my family, I will avenge them!"
"CRAW!" the penguin said, revving the chainsaw.
"Doobeedoobedooo," AlanGrant5 hummed, kneeling down to pick up a big stick. Then he quickly brought up the stick, and chucked it as hard as he could at the penguin.
The penguin didn't even move, the stick simply flew into the chainsaw, cutting it in half. "CRAW!"
"Uh oh." AlanGrant5 turned and fled, screaming as he ran into the dark jungle.
* * *
RaptorHiss and Bish stood at the top of a dark hill. On one side of the hill, from whence they had come, marched a grand army of compies. The two kids had been running from the compies for nearly ten minutes now, and were near exhausted. On the other side of the hill, they saw the large Visitor Center. On the front steps of the big building, they could make out Snake-Mark standing erect with his shotgun held against his chest.
"Isn't that your dad?" Bish asked.
"Oh shit," RaptorHiss moaned. "He's going to be pissed that we left all the others behind to die."
"He'd understand, he's understandable."
"What?" He asked, then he shook his head. "No, he won't understand. He'll be mad, and won't let me watch MTV for a week."
"That's harsh."
RaptorHiss sighed, "I know." He looked back at the compy army that had begun to march up the big hill. "But I think I might know how to make it up to him. I must destroy the compy army by myself."
"You're insane," Bish said flatly.
"That's never stopped me before," RaptorHiss grinned, preparing to jump off the hill. "Come on, they're small, we can take them!"
Bish considered this, then nodded. "Okay, let's do this. . . . You go first."
"Me? You're bigger than me, more muscles, you go first," said RaptorHiss.
"You're faster, you've got bigger shoes, you can step on them better. You go first."
"Dammit, okay, fine I go first. . ." RaptorHiss prepared to jump, waving his hands back and forth at the side. "On the count of three. . . One. . . .Two. . . Th--"
"I AM THE SAVIOR!!!!" a voice shouted.
RaptorHiss stumbled, as he was about to jump, and lost his balance. His eyes went wide, as he reached out for Bish, but Bish was too late in trying to save him. RaptorHiss fell over backwards, and rolled down the side of the hill, in the direction of the Visitor Center.
Bish watched his friend fall, and then finally come to a rest near the stairs of the building. Snake-Mark left his position, and ran to his son's side, propping up his head.
"Don't worry he'll be okay. They always are," a voice said from Bish's left.
Surprised, Bish spun to face the voice, and saw the same skinny crazed man he had seen outside the Explorers when the tyrannosaurus attacked.
"Who are you?" Bish asked.
The man smiled, "I am Guilty Spark. Pleased to meet me, I'm sure. I am your savior, don't ya know?"
"Huh?"
Guilty Spark slapped Bish in the back, sending Bish tumbling down the hill towards RaptorHiss and Snake-Mark. Then, with a grin, Guilty Spark turned back to the compy army. . . . . Then he quickly ran away as fast as he could, finding a hiding spot in the trees. He would wait there for Martin Randle to appear, and then he would save the world from the evil janitor/wizard.
At the bottom of the hill, Snake-Mark was helping Bish and RaptorHiss stand again after their fall down the hill. He walked them towards the Visitor Center front entrance, when he suddenly detected a peculiar smell in the air.
"That smell," Snake-Mark said. "That smelly smell, that smells. . . . smelly."
He turned around and looked up at the hill. The little green army of lizards had just reached the peak of the embankment and were now making their way down towards them.
"Compies cometh!"
* * *
Drucifer and Yvonne clearly heard Snake-Mark's yelling, and increased their pace to the Weapon Closet. Drucifer took out his keys, sticking them into the doorknob, swinging the door open. Unexpectedly, they found themselves staring at a very pale looking Jango Raptor.
"Holy crap!" Yvonne screamed.
"Hmm, I forgot all about locking you in here, Jango," Drucifer said. "Sorry about that." He smiled and patted Jango's shoulder.
Jango's stiff body teetered to the side, then fell flat on his face, making Yvonne and Drucifer have to step out of the way to avoid the dead body.
"Oh my God," Yvonne gasped.
In Jango's back, more than a dozen hypodermic needles were lodged into his skin. Drucifer frowned, rubbing his chin, "That's different."
"What happened to him?" Yvonne asked. The needles immediately reminded her of Junkee, but she quickly pushed the thoughts aside.
"It would be my assumption he fell down a flight of stairs onto the needles," Drucifer said, his voice wavered as he knew the truth. It wasn't Junkee, no, it couldn't be. It disturbed him though to think that it could have possibly escaped. . . and found the needles. . . .
"Your voice wavered, you know the truth," Yvonne said.
"No I don't!" Drucifer shouted, even though that wasn't the truth.
"That's not the truth."
"Oh, enough of this, it could go on forever. Let's get some weapons okay?"
Yvonne glared at Drucifer, but nodded, stepping into the weapons closet. Drucifer picked up a big grenade launcher, and slung it over his shoulder. Then, he picked up a machine gun, and tucked it under his belt. He found a bazooka, and threw it over his other shoulder.
"What will I use?" Yvonne asked.
"I don't know, find something," Drucifer said, stepping out of the closet. "But these are all mine."
Yvonne looked around the room. There was only a fire extinguisher. She looked at Drucifer as he left the room, "You can't possibly use all those weapons yourself."
"Yes I can, I'm a badass," he grunted, shifting the heavy weapons on his shoulders.
Yvonne sighed and picked up the fire extinguisher, then walked out of the weapons closet. She followed Drucifer down the halls of the building until they finally walked into the lobby. There, she saw Martin placing Host into a wheelchair.
"What are you doing?" Yvonne asked.
"Host is going to fight with us," Martin said.
"He can barely raise his own arm, how can he help us?" Yvonne asked.
"Host wants to fight in any way he can, isn't that right Host?"
Host moaned, trying to right his head. "Under altered stipulations I would be booting your ass right now."
"That's the spirit!" Martin exclaimed before slapping a strap of duct tape over Host's mouth. "Come now, Yvonne and Drucifer, it is time for war." Using his powerful wizard abilities, Martin swung the doors open, and led the others outside onto the front steps of the Visitor Center.
Snake-Mark, RaptorHiss, and Bish all stood side-by-side on the steps, looking out over the grassy plane in front of them, where the compy army stood eyeing them sharply.
"Hold your fire," Snake-Mark said quietly to everyone. "Let them make the first move."
"We have no time for that!" Martin shouted. He smiled fiendishly, pushing Host's wheelchair down the steps towards the compy army. Host tried screaming through the tape, his eyes going wide as the compies opened their mouths ready to leap onto his speeding chair.
"Shit, Martin, why'd you do that?" Snake-Mark growled, aiming his shotgun at the compies nearest to Host, and firing off as many rounds as he could. The bullets annihilated the tiny little lizards, sending green bits of flesh in every direction.
But the compies kept coming, and soon enough, Host's wheelchair was covered with the little beasts. Drucifer aimed his bazooka and grenade launcher at the wheelchair, and fired off the two explosive weapons simultaneously. They hit their target, blowing up the wheelchair in a flash of vibrant red and yellow, sending Host screaming out of the chair and landing on the ground twenty feet away.
"Why do you feel obliged to you impair me so?!" Host screamed, gasping for breath, before collapsing.
The remaining compies (now amounting to about thirty or so!) all watched Host for a second, then turned back to the others.
"Uh oh," Yvonne breathed.
Martin glared at the little lizards, spinning the Mop in his hands. "Kids, get behind me."
RaptorHiss and Bish nodded, running behind Martin.
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Drucifer shouted. "LOOK!"
The compies chirped madly, hoisting up a pair of ladders made out of twigs and sticks, then propping them against the stairs, and crawling upwards towards them.
:::Cue the Two Towers Helm's Deep music. . . . . Don't have that particular tune? Dammit. . . Okay, here, I'm going to try and duplicate it. . . .*Ahem* . . . Bum ba bummmm, bum bum bum. . . .Bum ba bummmm, da dum dumm. . .Bummm bummm bummm, bum bum bum! . . . . And so on. There, ya get the idea:::
"They're using ladders!" Drucifer screamed. "Oh, all is lost, we dare not stand up against the compy menace now. It is pointless."
"Hold hope, Drucifer," Martin said. "We still stand a chance against such great odds--"
Yvonne sighed, "Can we kill them already?"
"Quite right, Yvonne!" Martin said. He then jumped forward, swinging his Mop, and smacking one of the tiny ladders backwards. The compies squealed as they fell to their deaths, about three feet below.
One of the compies jumped off the falling ladder just in time, landing on Drucifer's outstretched arm. With a pissed off little chirp, the lizard bit into Drucifer's exposed hand.
"AHHH! It bit me!" Drucifer screamed, before fainting.
Yvonne growled, batting away the single compy on Drucifer's hand, then she held up the fire extinguisher, spraying the white cold foam over all the remaining compies. The little things warbled and stuff, before the foam froze their tiny little bodies in place, making little lizard icicles (very popular at children's birthday parties).
"Good show, Yvonne," Snake-Mark said. "Now, get inside."
Everyone nodded. Martin knelt down and dragged Drucifer by the shirt collar into the building. Once everyone was a safe distance, away Snake-Mark aimed his shotgun in the middle of the group of compies and pulled the trigger. The single round shattered all the little compies, sending frozen shards of their bodies everywhere.
Martin clapped his hands, and everyone walked back outside again. . . .Well, everyone but Drucifer, who was still flat on his back because he was a real pansy about being bitten by little lizards. RaptorHiss and Bish ran out and picked up Host, bringing him back to the lobby in the Visitor's Center.
"Hasn't Mr. Goodbytes been gone a long time?" Yvonne asked.
Martin nodded, "Good point. You and Snake-Mark can go and look for him."
Snake-Mark loaded more shells into his shotgun. "Cool."
Yvonne held up her hands. "Wait--no, I don't want to go, I was just asking--"
"You asked, and you were answered, now go," Martin smiled.
"Fine. . . .meanie," Yvonne sighed, as she and Snake-Mark made their way down the steps and started in the direction of the Maintenance Shed.
Martin smiled looking over the broken pieces of the compies, as they began to melt slowly into green water. They had victory, but this was only one battle in a big war---
"I AM THE SAVIOR!!!!"
Suddenly, Martin was smacked over the back of the head with a big stick. He grunted, falling to his knees, rubbing the back of his throbbing skull. He looked up slowly and saw Guilty Spark standing over him with a big wicked stick in his hands.
"Kids!" Martin yelled. "Get inside, I will protect you!"
The kids nodded, really not sure of what the hell to think anymore, then ran inside the Visitor Center. They ran to the windows, and stared outside at Martin and Guilty Spark.
"What is the meaning of this?" Martin asked, getting back to his feet.
"You are evil, I am the savior, I have come to destroy you and save things!"
"I'm not evil."
"Ah ha! LIES! A very evil thing to do!" Guilty Spark jumped forward, swinging his big stick at Martin, but Martin easily blocked the stick to the side with his Mop.
"What is your problem, you twat?" Martin demanded.
"That is my Mop!" Guilty Spark said. "Give it back to me, you evil, evil man, you."
"I am not EVIL!" Martin shouted.
Guilty Spark frowned doubtfully, "You're not?"
"No!"
"Hmmmm, okay then, sorry for the misunderstanding," Guilty Spark said before turning around and walking back into the jungle.
Martin blinked. "Damn kids."
* * *
Dr. Junkee sighed, putting his hands into his jacket pockets, he was having trouble keeping his eyes open and standing up straight as he walked through the jungle. At his sides, walked Dark Hunter, Vader, and Dac, who all seemed to be in high spirits and be full of energy. I am getting old, he thought, as he almost fell again.
All the while, Dark Hunter was rambling on about his experiences in life.
"Yeah, so there I was with Junkee," Dark Hunter was saying, waving his hands to apparently give his story more importance or action than it already had. "It was all dark, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, there was blue font!"
"OH NO!" Dac shrieked.
"Yes, it was the God With No Name! . . . Junkee and I had died, and were now in some dark place, and the God With No Name, made us Sprinkle Brothers!"
Junkee closed his eyes, trying to repress the urge to stab Dark Hunter with another needle.
"Wow, how many times have you died, Dark Hunter?" Dac asked.
"About fifty-seven times now, I think."
"Cool, you're like Keith Richards!"
"Ooooooooooo," Dark Hunter grinned. "You know what we should do when we get off this island? Start a circus."
"What?" Vader asked. "You're out of your mind."
"Now wait, wait. . .think about it."
Vader thought about it for a moment, then said, "You're out of your mind."
"No really, I could be the human cannonball. Dac could be the human torch. Vader, you could be the acrobatics freakazoid. And Junkee, you could be. . . .ummm. . . .uhhhhhh. . . . .ehhhhh. . . .oh hell, give me a moment. . . . Oh! You could be the lion tamer."
"Why do I have to be the lion tamer?" Junkee asked. He didn't have a good history with lions.
Dr. Junkee, now five years younger, sat in the audience at a circus. At his side was his date for the night, but for some reason he just couldn't remember her name. Everyone in the circus smiled and cheered, watching all the acts performed before their eyes. Then, everyone of the circus freaks moved aside and a man in a red suit with a top hat stepped into the middle of the center ring. In his hand was a whip.
With the clang of metal, a cage door opened, and the biggest frickin lion on earth came plundering into the center ring. The lion tamer faced the beast, using his whip to keep the animal back. After about two minutes of this, the cheers in the audience began to die down a little, so the lion tamer threw down his whip, and turned his back on the lion, looking to the audience.
Junkee frowned, "That hardly seems like a smart or safe thing to do. That thing could kill him any moment now."
"These guys are professionals," his date said in the chair beside him. "He knows what he's doing. You don't, so shut the hell up."
Junkee frowned again, perhaps there was a reason why he didn't remember her name.
"I need a volunteer!" the lion tamer shouted.
Everyone stood up in their seats, waving their arms, wishing to be chosen. Junkee smiled and rolled his eyes.
The lion tamer nodded his head and pointed at Junkee, "How about the smart ass in the fifth row? Come on down!"
Junkee shook his head, "No, no, no, I don't want to go."
His date slapped the back of his head and screeched into his ear, "Stop embarrassing me, dipshit. Get the hell down there."
Junkee clenched his hands into fists and stood up from his seat, slowly walking down the stairs towards the center ring. As he walked, he mumbled to himself, "Two hundred frickin mindless morons want to come pet the little kitty, but the asshole with the big hat and the Elton John outfit picks me. God does have a sense of humor, it seems."
Junkee walked up to the lion tamer, as the man removed his hat and smiled. "What is your name, sir?" he asked, talking into the microphone.
"Dr. Junkee," he said.
"Ohhh, a doctor. Good you can operate on yourself if Mufasa here decides to take a little nibble on your legs or anything."
"I'm not that kind of doctor. I'm a psychiatrist."
"Oh, well, God have mercy on your soul."
"Huh?"
"Come now," the lion tamer said, leading Junkee closer to the huge lion. "It is time to do a very cooooool little stunt, that I like to call, 'Stick Your Head Where You Damn Well Shouldn't Stick It.' Come, Dr. Junkee, stick your head in the mouth of the lion."
"The hell have you been smoking? I'm not sticking my head in that thing's mouth."
Everyone in the crowd went silent, waiting to see what would happen next. Then Junkee heard his nameless date call out to him with her encouraging words, "Wuss! Momma's boy! You don't have the guts!"
Junkee glared back at her, then shrugged his shoulders, walking closer to the lion. The tamer had the cat's jaws opened wide. Junkee took a deep breath, then bent down and stuck his head into the mouth of the lion.
"This isn't so bad," Junkee whispered, almost laughing.
Then the cell phone started ringing in the lion tamer's pocket. "Oh, excuse me," he said, reaching into his pockets and releasing the lion's jaws.
Junkee's blood went cold. Oh shit.
"Muahahahahahahaha!" Mufasa the lion said, biting down on Junkee's neck, and picking him up like a rag doll, shaking him back and forth.
In the audience, everyone gasped with fear, except for Junkee's date who expressed her undying concern with a, "WOOOOO!"
The lion tamer sighed, talking into his phone, "Oh dear, I'm going to have to call you back. What? Uh, yeah it happened again. I know, fifth time this week. Okay, okay, honey? Honey? I have--I have to go, the cat is trying to tear off his leg now, so I'll talk to you later. Love you, I love you, I love you. Bye. . . Byyyyye. . . .Good bye!" The lion tamer closed his cell phone and turned back to the other circus freakazoids, "Bearded Lady? We need a medic now, get over here!"
Junkee's face was pale, remembering the terrifying encounter with the bearded lady. "How about I just give you the finger and you guys can have your circus without me?"
"That works, too," Dark Hunter nodded.
"You wouldn't be a good human cannonball," Vader said to Dark Hunter. "I should be the human cannonball."
Dark Hunter growled, "Why I oughta!" Then he grabbed the front of Vader's shirt, and punched him in the face.
:::AUTHOR NOTE: Jeez, lots of violence in this episode. . . . Yep, that's all I have to say.:::
"WOO! Fight!" Dac cheered. He looked around quickly, then picked up a cob of corn from the jungle ground. He spat on his one hand, and his palm lit up in flames. Then he stuck the corn into the fire, and like magic, he had popcorn!
Junkee sighed, leaning up against a tree, watching the fight unfold.
"Boo!" a voice shouted behind him.
Startled, Junkee tripped on his feet, and fell on the ground. He turned over and looked up at a strange individual. "Who are you?"
"My name is Carnotaur3, and I am the man who will be killing you now."
"How delightful," Junkee said, standing up again. "And who has hired you to kill me, dare I ask?"
"The Gods. I am a warrior sent by the Gods to destroy you all!" Carnotaur3 exclaimed. Then he gave Junkee an angry lip, and pulled out a shiny mini screwdriver from a pocket of his trousers.
"What's that?" Junkee asked, pointing at the shiny object. "The Weapon of the Gods?"
"Well, yes it is, actually," Carnotaur3 nodded.
"It's an teeny tiny little screwdriver."
"Yessssss, so it is. Why? You disappointed?"
"A little bit, yeah, to be honest. I mean, if the Gods are going to kill me, I would have much rather have been killed by something more threatening than a little kid's screwdriver. If that thing kills me, I would get no respect, you know what I mean?"
"No, not really, no," Carnotaur3 shook his head.
Junkee glanced over his shoulder, where he saw Dark Hunter and Vader still fighting, while Dac ate popcorn. No one had noticed Carnotaur3 yet. He looked back at his assassin, and said, "So, I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you go now, and you're going to go get a better weapon. Once you have that, you come back here to kill me, and I'll give you a free shot, okay?"
Carnotaur3 rubbed his chin, thinking it over, then he shook his head. "No, I think I'm going to just kill you now."
"Dammit."
Carnotaur3 put his hands over his head, then one leg up in the air. Then he proceeded to make those Bruce Lee sounds, "Wooooooo, aiya, aiya! Ho, shooooooo! Whooooooooooo."
Junkee pulled a needle from his pocket, and twirled it in his hand. "Okay ninja freak, show me what ya got."
Carnotaur3 hopped forward, kicking Junkee in the face, and sending him falling onto his back. Junkee was back on his feet almost instantly. He held his hand to his nose as it began to bleed. "You kick hard."
"Wooooooooooooooooo, kai ki kiki!" Carnotaur3 lunged forward again, stabbing at Junkee with the screwdriver. Junkee brought up his hypodermic needle just in time, parrying the attack. Soon, the two were in a heated battle, with each stab there was a block, with each slice there was another parry.
Dark Hunter and Vader had long since ended their little brawl, and were now sitting down next to Dac, watching as Junkee and Carnotaur3 tried to kill each other.
Then both combatants stepped backwards, gasping for breath.
"It is obvious this battle cannot be decided with our skills in using tiny little pointy things," Carnotaur3 said, dropping the screwdriver onto the ground. "But with our debating skills."
Junkee's brow creased, and he put the needle away. "You're kidding."
"'Fraid not, Doc. . . . So, bring it on!"
"Okay fine, pick your poison, lad. . . . . What are your views on the---"
"OH GOD! I GIVE UP!" Carnotaur3 screamed, putting his hands on his ears. Then he scowled, picking up his little screwdriver, and jumped at Junkee.
Junkee simply stepped aside as Carnotaur3 went face first into a tree, then slumped down onto the ground. Junkee frowned, standing over him and looking down at his attacker's blank face. Vader, Dark Hunter, and Dac appeared at his side, all looking down at Carnotaur3.
"I think he's dead," Vader said matter-of-factly.
"Awwwww," Dac said, frowning sadly.
"Should we try to revive him?" Dark Hunter asked.
Junkee shook his head as he knelt down to take the little screwdriver from Carnotaur3's cold fingers. "No, we're going to leave him here. It may seem cruel, but the Gods hate me apparently, and this is a good way to send them a message to leave me the hell alone."
"I'm going to try to revive him," Dark Hunter said.
"I just said--"
Dark Hunter started punching Carnotaur3's stomach, screaming, "BREATHE! BREATHE DAMN YOU!" Then he put his finger and thumb on his nose, and tried to give him mouth-to-mouth.
"The guy didn't drown in a lake, he ran into a tree," Junkee said.
Carnotaur3's eyes opened suddenly, and he exclaimed, "I LIVE!"
"Oh my God!" Dark Hunter screamed. "You're a sexual predator! You only acted like you were dead!"
"What?" Carnotaur3 asked.
Dark Hunter punched Carnotaur3 so hard his head flew off.
"I am the shizzo!" Dark Hunter yelled.
Everyone watched Carnotaur3's head tumble across the floor until it came to a rest, staring back at them with blank eyes.
"That's kind of creepy," Vader said.
Then, the mouth opened, and little yellow and green colored letters came pouring out. The colored font then began to hover three feet above the ground like a swarm of bees.
"That's really creepy," Vader said.
"Damn you people, why can't you just die?" Bob demanded.
"You have killed our warrior. You must be punished," Dan said.
Dac frowned, "I can't read, what the hell did they just say?"
Junkee looked at Dark Hunter, "You killed their warrior."
Dark Hunter nodded slowly, "Yep."
"Prepare yourselves! We will now destroy you with our flying magic font attacks!"
"Woo!"
Junkee shook his head, "This is all just a big misunderstanding, I assure you."
"I understand that Carnotaur3 is dead, isn't he?" Bob asked.
"Well, yes."
"And you guys killed him," Dan said.
"Well, he did," Junkee pointed at Dark Hunter.
Dark Hunter smiled and waved at the angry font.
"Good. See? We understand everything. . . . . PREPARE TO DIE!" The two fonts rushed towards them in a multi-colored swarm.
"RUN AWAY!" Junkee yelled, putting the small screwdriver into his pocket before helping Dark Hunter to his feet and running with the others into the jungle with the angry fonts hot on their trail.
And so ends yet another episode! I hope you enjoyed, please tell me what ya thought! And I hope you continue to read next week, as well! :)
-- Dr. Junkee
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
Kyle 'JPJunkee' Warner
&
Yvonne Bartha
10/2/2003 11:44:49 PM
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