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Chapter Four: "Beach House"
Three days later and everything was all packed up. The Last Chance Garage was all locked up. The old janitor that seemed oblivious to everything had repaired the big hole in the side of the Scoreboard. Everything within had been locked up tightly. A cell phone number had been left with Mr. Pit in case either group came to a break-through.
The Stalker ship was split into two pieces. One put on the bed of a large truck that Charlie drove and the others (the wings) on the bed of a second, smaller truck that Carbine drove.
The long drive was nice, though it took a long time. They had to avoid all sorts of stops and cops. Usually Jack and Carbine drove during the day, leaving Charlie and Jack to drive at night. No one seemed to notice, though, that their group comprised of anthros riding big rig trucks and motorcycles.
Throttle was forced to sit shotgun, and was very put off. That left Bingo or Rimfire to ride 'Lady' and he wasn't very happy about that. In fact, all Throttle had done on the trip was either sleep, complain, or pee. There were even times she would complain about having to pee in her sleep.
As the last leg of the trip was carried out, Charlie drove across the West Virgina state line and thought about how much things had changed in the past couple of days.
Her eyes wandered over to Throttle, who was surprisingly quiet.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, though maintaining attention on the road.
"You could read them if you really tried. Those antennas aren't just for show."
"I know," Charlie answered, "but sometimes it's best to have someone say them than to have them read."
Throttle laughed a bit. The first laugh she's heard from him since this whole ordeal started. Throttle had her hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. "I'm a woman, Charlie."
"I noticed that," Charlie answered with a smile.
"It's just so different, you know? And I can't say I like it very much. I shouldn't be the one carrying this child. I shouldn't be the mother. I should be the father. I want to be the Daddy."
"Throttle, I know there's nothing I can say that will help you - "
"I know that, Charlene!" shouted Throttle. A moment passed and Charlie said nothing. Throttle sighed. "I'm sorry. I know haven't been the best passenger."
"No, to be honest, you haven't."
"I'm . . . I'm just very uncomfortable with this," Throttle told her with closed eyes. She readjusted himself into a more laying down position. "I just want this to be over."
The air went silent again. Charlie looked over and saw Throttle asleep, his hand on his growing womb. Charlie reached over and patted it lightly. "It will be. It will be."
*
After arriving the next morning, everyone was dead tired. After a long view of the ocean (for some, it had been a long time since that had seen so much water up close), everyone pretty much worked on settling in.
With the exception of Jessica. She had been dying to get into body of water ever since she acquired this new body. As soon as she plowed into the water, she remembered her old swimming lessons. But she didn't need them. Her body had gills that could easily handle being underwater.
She swam fast and deep, moving farther and farther from beach. Jessie even found she couldn't get lost doing this. Her new senses could tell exactly where she had come from.
Finally, after nearly five hours in the salt water, Jessica VanWham returned to the beach from whence she started from. Modo was there to greet her. She was so happy and even though his own heart was bogged down, she brought a smile to his face.
"How's my little fishstick?" he asked, taking her into his big, gray arms.
"Great! That was incredible!" she replied, kissing his long nose. "How's my big strong Mama's boy?" she asked. Jessie (and everyone else for that matter) had gone out of their way to avoid the word 'Rat' around Modo.
Stoker couldn't help but watch from the deck of the beach house and grinned. Charlie stepped outside and spied the pair as well.
"Well, I'm glad to see Modo's in a better mood," Charlie observed, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah. I never doubted it, though. Modo's a survivor, you know?"
Charlie sighed and looked longingly as the pair laughed and played around in the sand. "Stoker," she said, finally, "why does Modo hate Rats so much?"
Stoker stiffened and grew a bit uncomfortable. "Let's just say, Charlie-girl, that there are some family secrets that should just remain kept."
The Martian female wanted to ask more, but she stopped as the pair walked up the stairs to the deck.
"Howdy y'all!" Modo greeted with a big smile. He was following Jessie into the Beach House, his hands firmly planted on her hips.
"Guys!" Charlie called to them as the made their way inside. "Make sure you take a shower! I don't want sand all over the place!"
"YAY! MORE WATER!" exclaimed Jessie.
"Oh Mama! Not again!"
Charlie smiled at the reaction. She turned to Stoker, who had the same smile. "It's so nice here, Charlie," Stoker said. "Seeing the ocean - any ocean - is very soothing to the soul."
"I'm glad, Stoke. I'm very glad."
"I just wish everyone was able to enjoy it."
Stoker nodded. "I know what you mean. Nobody was really expecting this to be part of the mission."
"No kidding," Charlie sighed. "Well, at least we can say it 'we know what it's like!'"
"Not me!" Stoker cried out. "I didn't even come close to those chemicals!"
Charlie giggled. "Yeah, well, you suck!"
Stoker laughed aloud, then picked up his root beer and took another swig. "Everyone seems to be okay. For the most part."
"Yeah," she answered, a little reluctant "Yeah, I suppose so."
"What about you, Charlie?" Stoker asked, point blank.
"Me? Well, I don't know," Charlie returned. She rubbed her hand across her furry face. "It's different. It's kinda strange. But in a way, it's nice to know what you guys experience."
"Well, not everything, Charlie. You're still a woman. Unless you're planning on pulling a Throttle on us."
"No. I mean, having the tail and the ears and the antennas. And the fur! Wow! I didn't know it took so long to dry!"
Stoker exploded in laughter.
"Charlie!" he exclaimed. "You're a good kid!"
She smiled widely. "Thanks, Stoker," Charlie answered, standing up. "Well, time for me to help Bingo with dinner."
"Just remember! No cheese!"
"Right!"
Charlie walked into beach house, leaving Stoker alone out on the deck. His eyes focused out on the clear, blue water. It was so wonderful to have it there. Even though he knew he couldn't drink it, it was still nice to see it.
That was when Throttle came out, hand on her back, his belly sticking out a little.
Holy Mollie! thought Stoker. He's even bigger than he was last night!
"Have a seat, bro!" Stoker gestured.
Throttle carefully sat down where Charlie was sitting, his hand on his belly the whole time. "Thanks Stoke. And don't you mean 'sis?'"
"Nah, that's Vinnie's joke. I have a little more respect for a pregnant man turned woman."
For some reason, Throttle found himself smiling at Stoker's comment. "Thanks," he said to Stoker again.
"Not a problem. How are you holding up?"
Throttle sighed. "I'm okay. Everything's happening so fast, though. I'm getting huge! I'm going to have to go out for new clothes soon."
Stoker stifled a laugh. "Oh?" he said, trying to cover up his laughter.
"Yeah. What? What's so funny?"
"Well, Throttle, you sound like a girl!"
"Stoker, just because I'm - "
"I know, I know!" Stoker said defensively, cutting his bro off. He took a drink of his root beer. "It just seems like you're picking up female mannerisms very quickly."
"What do you mean?" asked Throttle, leaning towards Stoker.
"The way you walk. It's very feminine."
"I can't help it!" Throttle protested. "It's this body!"
"I know, bro, I know! But it's very feminine. I'm just telling you."
Throttle ran her fingers across his small abdomen. "What else?" she asked.
"There's just the speaking thing. And your voice. And, well, gosh, I mean Throttle - you are woman!"
For some strange reason, Throttle smiled and giggled. "Yeah. I am a woman. What's your point?"
"You're a woman!" Stoker said, smiling. He started laughing. Throttle joined in too.
"You're right, Stoke!" Throttle cried, laughter overcoming him. "I'm a woman! A pregnant woman!"
Stoker bellowed in laughter. "I mean, the guy I mentor and babysat for YEARS ends up being turned into a pregnant woman!"
"Yeah! Good job on the babysitting, Stoker!" howled the female Throttle.
Laughter thundered from Stoker. "Maybe," he started, wiping a tear from his eye, "maybe I shouldn't have had Jimmy over when I was babysitting all the time! He probably wrapped you!"
Throttle screamed laughing. He turned to Stoker and pointed to his breasts. "Hey Stoker! Check me out! I've got big bongos!"
"HA HA HA!" returned Stoker. "Hey, I bet you don't have a penis either!"
"NOPE!" laughed Throttle.
They two spasmed with laughter for the next couple of minutes, until Throttle suddenly stopped and quickly grabbed hold of Stoker's wrist.
"Stoker!"
"What?" asked her mentor. "What is it, Throttle?"
"I . . . I don't . . ." Throttle stuttered. She lifted her shirt to reveal her small, swollen womb. She put her hand on it.
"What's wrong?"
Throttle grabbed Stoker's hand and placed it on her bump. "Do you feel that?!" she asked.
"Yeah. It's . . . wow . . ."
"The baby. The baby is kicking."
A little later, after dinner was done, the whole gang went to lounge around the place. Still tired from the long trip everyone was just about only at half-strength. Still this didn't mean that strength wasn't tested.
Case in point:
"Come on, uncle Modo!" shouted Rimfire, grasping his uncle's hand.
"I can't believe it! The kid is rooting for his opponent!" exclaimed Vinnie. Both Modo and Rimfire were locked in a stalemate game of arm wrestling.
"Rimfire, I know you can beat me. This body is a loser body. But yours is perfect!"
Surprisingly enough, Modo's arm went down! Rimfire stood in victory! The whole gang roared with excitement. As Rimfire was congratulated, he made his way to the kitchen. As soon as he reached it, Bingo caught up with him.
"Hey, Rimmie. I was wondering . . ."
"Yeah."
"Since we're both these super special refined versions of our former selves . . ."
"Yeah."
"Maybe I can show some of my own wrestling moves . . ."
"I don't think so," said Jack, walking into the kitchen. "You two are the personification of what a male and female could and should theoretically be. If you try to do anything, you'll end up with so many kids, it's not even funny."
They both looked at each, then went their own separate ways.
As Rimfire passed through the Living Room, Jessie caught up with Modo. "I heard what you said back there, Modo. About having a loser body."
"It's the truth, Jess," Modo answered all-too-straightforward. "This body - the Rat body - was made for two things: hating and losing."
Jessie blinked at the harshness of his words. "So, just because you have the body means you're going to start acting like a Rat? Losing and hating? Yeah. That's just SO you, Modo."
"Jessie, you don't understand . . ." Modo started, heading for the door.
"Excuse me?" she asked, following him out to the deck. "Excuse me? Look at me, Modo Maverick! I'M A PLUTARKIAN! A race that has slaughtered billions just for their self-fishiness! A race that has shattered our very own innocence. Now, I know what the Rats did to you and your family! But that does not make you one of them!"
"I am one, aren't I?"
"NO!"
"Then look at me and tell me what you see!"
Jessie stared at him and walked forward. "Modo, I see a loving man with a smart brain and big heart."
"That's not what I see, Jessie. I see the face of a people that has scavenged our world whenever I look in the mirror." He turned around.
"Oh, I see how it is, Modo. So whenever you look at me, that must mean you always see the people that created our prison camps and tortured us. You see Colby and Brie and Stilton and Camembert and Limburger. I'm just a Plutarkian, if that's what matters."
"NO!" shouted Modo. "That's not how I see you at all! I see you! The real you!"
"And I see the real you," said Jessie quietly, stepping up and rubbing her hand across his cheek. "But I can't accept that you can see the real me if you can't see the real Modo."
Jessie turned away from him and started back towards the beach house. Modo stood there for a minute, before finally following.
"JESS! Jess, wait up!"
She turned back to him. "What?"
"You're right, Jessica. I'm letting my pride get the best of me. Please, forgive me."
"Only if you let yourself go from these chains, Modo. Don't be bogged down by the body you've been given. I'm not."
He nodded. "I'll try harder, Jessie. I promise."
Just as the two were about to embrace, there was a loud squeal and a roar that accompanied it. They looked up and saw some sort of object heading towards the beach. Everyone from the beach house ran outside to see what was happening.
Suddenly, then, the object collided with the beach, throwing sand all over the place. The object turned out to be a small, Plutarkian ship.
"Positions, people!" ordered Stoker, pulling out a lazor. He ran over to the ship as its hatch opened. "You! Step out! Now!"
The hatch opened the rest of the way and the man inside it jumped out and landed right on top of Stoker.
"STOKER!"
"JAMES?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"I missed you!" Jimmy exclaimed, helping his best friend off the beach. "So I stole this ship and tracked you down!" Jimmy then looked around at all the others. "Whoa. What happened to you guys?"
Stoker threw his arm around Jimmy's shoulders. "James, it's a long story. But let me begin by telling you . . . welcome to crazy house."
*
Meanwhile . . . elsewhere . . .
"This situation with Limburger is getting out of hand," Camembert said over the comm-link. "I want you to start keeping an eye on things. Try and figure what he's up to. Can I count on you for this mission?"
The short Plutarkian he was speaking to flew out of his chair.
"You can awways count Napoweon Brie, sir! Whatever Wimburger's up to, I'ww find out and I make sure it gets used to our own advantage!"
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Chapter Four: "Beach House"
Three days later and everything was all packed up. The Last Chance Garage was all locked up. The old janitor that seemed oblivious to everything had repaired the big hole in the side of the Scoreboard. Everything within had been locked up tightly. A cell phone number had been left with Mr. Pit in case either group came to a break-through.
The Stalker ship was split into two pieces. One put on the bed of a large truck that Charlie drove and the others (the wings) on the bed of a second, smaller truck that Carbine drove.
The long drive was nice, though it took a long time. They had to avoid all sorts of stops and cops. Usually Jack and Carbine drove during the day, leaving Charlie and Jack to drive at night. No one seemed to notice, though, that their group comprised of anthros riding big rig trucks and motorcycles.
Throttle was forced to sit shotgun, and was very put off. That left Bingo or Rimfire to ride 'Lady' and he wasn't very happy about that. In fact, all Throttle had done on the trip was either sleep, complain, or pee. There were even times she would complain about having to pee in her sleep.
As the last leg of the trip was carried out, Charlie drove across the West Virgina state line and thought about how much things had changed in the past couple of days.
Her eyes wandered over to Throttle, who was surprisingly quiet.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, though maintaining attention on the road.
"You could read them if you really tried. Those antennas aren't just for show."
"I know," Charlie answered, "but sometimes it's best to have someone say them than to have them read."
Throttle laughed a bit. The first laugh she's heard from him since this whole ordeal started. Throttle had her hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. "I'm a woman, Charlie."
"I noticed that," Charlie answered with a smile.
"It's just so different, you know? And I can't say I like it very much. I shouldn't be the one carrying this child. I shouldn't be the mother. I should be the father. I want to be the Daddy."
"Throttle, I know there's nothing I can say that will help you - "
"I know that, Charlene!" shouted Throttle. A moment passed and Charlie said nothing. Throttle sighed. "I'm sorry. I know haven't been the best passenger."
"No, to be honest, you haven't."
"I'm . . . I'm just very uncomfortable with this," Throttle told her with closed eyes. She readjusted himself into a more laying down position. "I just want this to be over."
The air went silent again. Charlie looked over and saw Throttle asleep, his hand on his growing womb. Charlie reached over and patted it lightly. "It will be. It will be."
*
After arriving the next morning, everyone was dead tired. After a long view of the ocean (for some, it had been a long time since that had seen so much water up close), everyone pretty much worked on settling in.
With the exception of Jessica. She had been dying to get into body of water ever since she acquired this new body. As soon as she plowed into the water, she remembered her old swimming lessons. But she didn't need them. Her body had gills that could easily handle being underwater.
She swam fast and deep, moving farther and farther from beach. Jessie even found she couldn't get lost doing this. Her new senses could tell exactly where she had come from.
Finally, after nearly five hours in the salt water, Jessica VanWham returned to the beach from whence she started from. Modo was there to greet her. She was so happy and even though his own heart was bogged down, she brought a smile to his face.
"How's my little fishstick?" he asked, taking her into his big, gray arms.
"Great! That was incredible!" she replied, kissing his long nose. "How's my big strong Mama's boy?" she asked. Jessie (and everyone else for that matter) had gone out of their way to avoid the word 'Rat' around Modo.
Stoker couldn't help but watch from the deck of the beach house and grinned. Charlie stepped outside and spied the pair as well.
"Well, I'm glad to see Modo's in a better mood," Charlie observed, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah. I never doubted it, though. Modo's a survivor, you know?"
Charlie sighed and looked longingly as the pair laughed and played around in the sand. "Stoker," she said, finally, "why does Modo hate Rats so much?"
Stoker stiffened and grew a bit uncomfortable. "Let's just say, Charlie-girl, that there are some family secrets that should just remain kept."
The Martian female wanted to ask more, but she stopped as the pair walked up the stairs to the deck.
"Howdy y'all!" Modo greeted with a big smile. He was following Jessie into the Beach House, his hands firmly planted on her hips.
"Guys!" Charlie called to them as the made their way inside. "Make sure you take a shower! I don't want sand all over the place!"
"YAY! MORE WATER!" exclaimed Jessie.
"Oh Mama! Not again!"
Charlie smiled at the reaction. She turned to Stoker, who had the same smile. "It's so nice here, Charlie," Stoker said. "Seeing the ocean - any ocean - is very soothing to the soul."
"I'm glad, Stoke. I'm very glad."
"I just wish everyone was able to enjoy it."
Stoker nodded. "I know what you mean. Nobody was really expecting this to be part of the mission."
"No kidding," Charlie sighed. "Well, at least we can say it 'we know what it's like!'"
"Not me!" Stoker cried out. "I didn't even come close to those chemicals!"
Charlie giggled. "Yeah, well, you suck!"
Stoker laughed aloud, then picked up his root beer and took another swig. "Everyone seems to be okay. For the most part."
"Yeah," she answered, a little reluctant "Yeah, I suppose so."
"What about you, Charlie?" Stoker asked, point blank.
"Me? Well, I don't know," Charlie returned. She rubbed her hand across her furry face. "It's different. It's kinda strange. But in a way, it's nice to know what you guys experience."
"Well, not everything, Charlie. You're still a woman. Unless you're planning on pulling a Throttle on us."
"No. I mean, having the tail and the ears and the antennas. And the fur! Wow! I didn't know it took so long to dry!"
Stoker exploded in laughter.
"Charlie!" he exclaimed. "You're a good kid!"
She smiled widely. "Thanks, Stoker," Charlie answered, standing up. "Well, time for me to help Bingo with dinner."
"Just remember! No cheese!"
"Right!"
Charlie walked into beach house, leaving Stoker alone out on the deck. His eyes focused out on the clear, blue water. It was so wonderful to have it there. Even though he knew he couldn't drink it, it was still nice to see it.
That was when Throttle came out, hand on her back, his belly sticking out a little.
Holy Mollie! thought Stoker. He's even bigger than he was last night!
"Have a seat, bro!" Stoker gestured.
Throttle carefully sat down where Charlie was sitting, his hand on his belly the whole time. "Thanks Stoke. And don't you mean 'sis?'"
"Nah, that's Vinnie's joke. I have a little more respect for a pregnant man turned woman."
For some reason, Throttle found himself smiling at Stoker's comment. "Thanks," he said to Stoker again.
"Not a problem. How are you holding up?"
Throttle sighed. "I'm okay. Everything's happening so fast, though. I'm getting huge! I'm going to have to go out for new clothes soon."
Stoker stifled a laugh. "Oh?" he said, trying to cover up his laughter.
"Yeah. What? What's so funny?"
"Well, Throttle, you sound like a girl!"
"Stoker, just because I'm - "
"I know, I know!" Stoker said defensively, cutting his bro off. He took a drink of his root beer. "It just seems like you're picking up female mannerisms very quickly."
"What do you mean?" asked Throttle, leaning towards Stoker.
"The way you walk. It's very feminine."
"I can't help it!" Throttle protested. "It's this body!"
"I know, bro, I know! But it's very feminine. I'm just telling you."
Throttle ran her fingers across his small abdomen. "What else?" she asked.
"There's just the speaking thing. And your voice. And, well, gosh, I mean Throttle - you are woman!"
For some strange reason, Throttle smiled and giggled. "Yeah. I am a woman. What's your point?"
"You're a woman!" Stoker said, smiling. He started laughing. Throttle joined in too.
"You're right, Stoke!" Throttle cried, laughter overcoming him. "I'm a woman! A pregnant woman!"
Stoker bellowed in laughter. "I mean, the guy I mentor and babysat for YEARS ends up being turned into a pregnant woman!"
"Yeah! Good job on the babysitting, Stoker!" howled the female Throttle.
Laughter thundered from Stoker. "Maybe," he started, wiping a tear from his eye, "maybe I shouldn't have had Jimmy over when I was babysitting all the time! He probably wrapped you!"
Throttle screamed laughing. He turned to Stoker and pointed to his breasts. "Hey Stoker! Check me out! I've got big bongos!"
"HA HA HA!" returned Stoker. "Hey, I bet you don't have a penis either!"
"NOPE!" laughed Throttle.
They two spasmed with laughter for the next couple of minutes, until Throttle suddenly stopped and quickly grabbed hold of Stoker's wrist.
"Stoker!"
"What?" asked her mentor. "What is it, Throttle?"
"I . . . I don't . . ." Throttle stuttered. She lifted her shirt to reveal her small, swollen womb. She put her hand on it.
"What's wrong?"
Throttle grabbed Stoker's hand and placed it on her bump. "Do you feel that?!" she asked.
"Yeah. It's . . . wow . . ."
"The baby. The baby is kicking."
A little later, after dinner was done, the whole gang went to lounge around the place. Still tired from the long trip everyone was just about only at half-strength. Still this didn't mean that strength wasn't tested.
Case in point:
"Come on, uncle Modo!" shouted Rimfire, grasping his uncle's hand.
"I can't believe it! The kid is rooting for his opponent!" exclaimed Vinnie. Both Modo and Rimfire were locked in a stalemate game of arm wrestling.
"Rimfire, I know you can beat me. This body is a loser body. But yours is perfect!"
Surprisingly enough, Modo's arm went down! Rimfire stood in victory! The whole gang roared with excitement. As Rimfire was congratulated, he made his way to the kitchen. As soon as he reached it, Bingo caught up with him.
"Hey, Rimmie. I was wondering . . ."
"Yeah."
"Since we're both these super special refined versions of our former selves . . ."
"Yeah."
"Maybe I can show some of my own wrestling moves . . ."
"I don't think so," said Jack, walking into the kitchen. "You two are the personification of what a male and female could and should theoretically be. If you try to do anything, you'll end up with so many kids, it's not even funny."
They both looked at each, then went their own separate ways.
As Rimfire passed through the Living Room, Jessie caught up with Modo. "I heard what you said back there, Modo. About having a loser body."
"It's the truth, Jess," Modo answered all-too-straightforward. "This body - the Rat body - was made for two things: hating and losing."
Jessie blinked at the harshness of his words. "So, just because you have the body means you're going to start acting like a Rat? Losing and hating? Yeah. That's just SO you, Modo."
"Jessie, you don't understand . . ." Modo started, heading for the door.
"Excuse me?" she asked, following him out to the deck. "Excuse me? Look at me, Modo Maverick! I'M A PLUTARKIAN! A race that has slaughtered billions just for their self-fishiness! A race that has shattered our very own innocence. Now, I know what the Rats did to you and your family! But that does not make you one of them!"
"I am one, aren't I?"
"NO!"
"Then look at me and tell me what you see!"
Jessie stared at him and walked forward. "Modo, I see a loving man with a smart brain and big heart."
"That's not what I see, Jessie. I see the face of a people that has scavenged our world whenever I look in the mirror." He turned around.
"Oh, I see how it is, Modo. So whenever you look at me, that must mean you always see the people that created our prison camps and tortured us. You see Colby and Brie and Stilton and Camembert and Limburger. I'm just a Plutarkian, if that's what matters."
"NO!" shouted Modo. "That's not how I see you at all! I see you! The real you!"
"And I see the real you," said Jessie quietly, stepping up and rubbing her hand across his cheek. "But I can't accept that you can see the real me if you can't see the real Modo."
Jessie turned away from him and started back towards the beach house. Modo stood there for a minute, before finally following.
"JESS! Jess, wait up!"
She turned back to him. "What?"
"You're right, Jessica. I'm letting my pride get the best of me. Please, forgive me."
"Only if you let yourself go from these chains, Modo. Don't be bogged down by the body you've been given. I'm not."
He nodded. "I'll try harder, Jessie. I promise."
Just as the two were about to embrace, there was a loud squeal and a roar that accompanied it. They looked up and saw some sort of object heading towards the beach. Everyone from the beach house ran outside to see what was happening.
Suddenly, then, the object collided with the beach, throwing sand all over the place. The object turned out to be a small, Plutarkian ship.
"Positions, people!" ordered Stoker, pulling out a lazor. He ran over to the ship as its hatch opened. "You! Step out! Now!"
The hatch opened the rest of the way and the man inside it jumped out and landed right on top of Stoker.
"STOKER!"
"JAMES?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"I missed you!" Jimmy exclaimed, helping his best friend off the beach. "So I stole this ship and tracked you down!" Jimmy then looked around at all the others. "Whoa. What happened to you guys?"
Stoker threw his arm around Jimmy's shoulders. "James, it's a long story. But let me begin by telling you . . . welcome to crazy house."
*
Meanwhile . . . elsewhere . . .
"This situation with Limburger is getting out of hand," Camembert said over the comm-link. "I want you to start keeping an eye on things. Try and figure what he's up to. Can I count on you for this mission?"
The short Plutarkian he was speaking to flew out of his chair.
"You can awways count Napoweon Brie, sir! Whatever Wimburger's up to, I'ww find out and I make sure it gets used to our own advantage!"
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