"This place is icky," Stacy said with contempt for the sewers. "How much longer, Mr. Grumbles?" The bear considered for a moment, and then stopped dead in his tracks.
"If my calculations are correct, my dear, it looks like we're here!" the bear said with relish in his voice. He then pointed towards a long ladder leading upwards. Stacy, eager to get away from the foul stench of the sewer, ran forward, but Quincy held her back.
"Don't you think one of us ought to go up first?" he asked. "You know, for safety purposes and the like."
"I concur," Grumbles concur'd. "I would be honored to go up first. Stacy, you stay behind me, and Quincy my lad, you shall be the caboose in this bear-woman-man train." And at this, Grumbles leapt forward and started climbing.
The trio climbed the ladder for what felt like an eternity and in a thick mix of darkness and stinky, stinky sewer smells. All the while, Quincy tried to calm both himself and the others by singing Tarzan Boy by Baltimora. He wasn't sure what brought it on; maybe being in the sewers reminded him of Ninja Turtles 3, or maybe he realized that singing the song while hanging out with a beast as magnificent as Grumbles was the only time it was truly appropriate, or maybe it was just his secret love for the song bursting to the surface of his conflicted soul. Regardless of the reason, when he got to "Jungle Life, you're far away from nothing, it's all right, you won't miss home, take a chance, leave everything behind you, come and join me, won't be sorry, it's easy to survive", he sang it so passionately that it brought a tear to the eyes of both Stacy and Grumbles.
At last they reached the top. Grumbles lifted the manhole, and the three clambered out unceremoniously and looked around. The blood red sun was just sinking into the sky, and indeed, it was a picturesque sight to behold, especially when a bear and two humans climbing out of a sewer were added to the landscape.
"Well guys, we're here," Grumbles said. "So what's the plan now?"
"I need to check my father-in-law's house," Stacy said immediately. "I need to know if he's all right."
"And I need to go to my house for something really fast," Quincy added. "I live three doors down, it ain't no biggie." Grumbles nodded.
"All right. Then I'll stay and guard Stacy while you go about your business, Quincy. Meet us there, and then we'll figure out what to do next." The three nodded, and Stacy and Grumbles went off to Voltron Murray's house while Quincy ran off to his own abode.
The team of Stacy and Grumbles made it to Voltron's house, but even from the outside Stacy could see that it was empty. Worse than empty, if anything; there seemed to be signs of a struggle, and a window in the upstairs was broken. Regardless, Stacy knew what she had to do, and opened the unlocked and unhinged door. She and Grumbles walked inside, and the signs of some kind of battle were reinforced there; chairs were knocked down, tea tables were upturned, and Voltron's beloved collection of miniature equine statuettes (Voltron being a huge equine aficionado) were all higgledy piggledy. Stacy was saddened to see a house she had such fond feelings towards in disarray, but she pressed onwards still, to the destination of the real reason she had come.
On the second floor, she took the first door on the right, which was Voltron's room. This room seemed to have taken the most damage of all the rooms the two had seen, no doubt the Blood-Eyed Cat Syndicate looking for the Golden Pony of Kubla-Kahn. They couldn't have done too well of a job, however, because Stacy walked over to the phone and dialed the numbers 867-5309, and the wall opened up to reveal a metallic door that lacked a handle or knob of any sort, but had some kind of microphone off to the side of it. Stacy knowingly walked up to the microphone and said, clearly and audibly, "Spider-Man 3 was a good movie. Sure, it didn't have anything on Spider-Man 2, but on the flipside, what movie really does anyway? Also, the scene with emo Peter Park pelvic thrusting at two random women in the street totally made up for any shortcomings the movie may have had."
Immediately upon finishing this oh so true password, the door opened to reveal another room. Stacy and Grumbles both gasped in amazement, for the entire room was filled, top to bottom, with bags of Sour Patch Watermelons. Stacy grabbed a bag, just to check to make sure they were real, and started shaking with tears. Her father-in-law knew her all too well; Sour Patch Watermelons were her favorite candies, a fact she had only mentioned to the kind man once in passing. That he had remembered such a statement and had not only thought of her enough to prepare this surprise, but to make sure she knew about it even in the danger of being kidnapped by the Blood-Eyed Cat Syndicate, truly moved her, as it should any and everybody.
All of a sudden an explosion rocked the casbah, as Blood-Eyed Cat Syndicate special operatives started coming in through the ceiling. Stacy shrieked and covered her head, while Grumbles let out an angry bear roar and began to rip and tear. Stacy could hear the destruction as Grumbles began to rampage through the group of men. She took a quick glance, only to see the bear punch one of the men right through the wall and outside, with a yell of "GRUMBLES PUUUUUUUUUUNCH" accompanying the motion. Grumbles then proceeded to finish the rest of the group of with various karate bear attacks.
"STACY, LET'S GET THE GRUMBLES OUT OF HERE!" he yelled, holding absolutely nothing back. Stacy started to run for the door, but Grumbles grabbed her, picked her up and instead kicked the floor in, sending the entire upper floor crashing on top of the rest of the operatives that were stationed on the first floor. Still protecting Stacy, Grumbles ran out of the debris and headed for the manhole. Before they could reach their destination, a helicopter flew above head and dropped a giant vat of boiling cheese. Grumbles, realizing what was happening, tossed Stacy as far as he could away from the cheese, saving her from the deliciousness of this trap, but getting himself stuck and burned in its unbelievable goodness.
Stacy tried to get up, but before she could, she was picked up by more Blood-Eyed Cat Syndicate members and thrown into the back of a van. At this point, Quincy O'Snappers was done burning his CD, and came out of his house just in time to see it all happening. He rushed forward in a foolish attempt to try and stop them, but was knocked down immediately.
"To be strong is what you wish, yet you went down like a fish," the same sing-songy fellow from the beginning of the story rattled off. The van with Stacy in the back then drove off, leaving behind a helpless Grumbles and unconscious Quincy O'Snappers.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
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