Sorry, I got Busy
Rule Number 15 in the Q Dimension: Soup is a meal
A shadow darkened the doorway of the hideout, and simultaneously Ernie, Harold, and Percy spun around to see who the shadow belonged to. ROGER/Stinky sort of spun around too, though it wasn't of his own volition, in fact it just happened because Percy was holding him. Globs of Gouda, Chunks of Cheddar, and... bits... of Brie?... flew everywhere.
(Stinky was a multiracial cheese.)
The shadow leapt into the room, quickly followed by Roger (whose feet were attached to the shadow just like in the cartoon version of Peter Pan, yippee!).
"Roger!" Cried Ernie, quite needlessly.
"Ernie!" Cried Roger, also rather needlessly.
POP! Stinky devolved into a stick of celery, quite needlessly (though in his defence, he had no control over it.)
"Let the celery go, and I'll give you back your teacosies!" Roger demanded, in a demanding tone that would've made his mother cringe.
Ernie laughed. "Ha! What makes you think I would ever accept such a trade! You clearly don't know how dangerous those teacosies are, Roger! They aren't just ordinary teacosies, you know! They're... (here he paused for effect) exploding kamikaze japanese teacosies that respond to a secret phrase known only to me... mwahahahahaha!"
Roger quickly threw the teacosies at Ernie, in an attempt to create a diversion. Unfortunately, it's really hard to throw teacosies, and they just sort of slumped to the ground. However, it did create enough of a diversion for Roger to dive sideways into Momma Bear's bedroom and slam the door behind him. He straight away realised what a stupid move that was, as he heard someone locking the door behind him. "Dangit! Imprisoned!" Roger whined, stating the obvious for the less-than-intelligent-reader-at-home.
***
Back in the main room of the hideout, Dark and Mysterious Driver had just returned with Larry, who for some unknown reason had been found wandering several streets away from where he had been left, calling out "Martin! Maaartin!" Nobody knew who Martin was or what Larry was up to, but he was on the payroll so they tried their best to make him do more productive tasks.
Ernie tossed Larry the Really Impressively Big And Deadly Laser Gun (RIBADLG for short). "Hey Larry, guard that door!" He ordered. Larry promptly trained his gun at Poppa Bear's door. "No the other one, stupid!" He switched his aim to Momma Bear's door.
"Dark and Mysterious Driver, you need to take me home now, cos Mum's baking chicken wings and she doesn't want me to be late for tea again!" Ernie informed D&MTD. They promptly left.
Silence descended on the hideout. Larry guarded the door. Harold flicked on the T.V. and watched reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air (he especially liked the scenes with Carlton in them - that guy's so funny!) Percy nibbled on the stick of celery he found nestled in his hand.
"Ow! Stop that!" The celery cried.
"Aaaah!" Cried Percy, throwing the stick of celery away. Well, when I say away, actually he threw it randomly, and it ended up hitting Larry's head.
The weight of the celery dislodged something deep in the recesses of Larry's mind.
"Martin?" He quavered, turning around with the RIBADLG in his hands.
"Whoah, Larry, settle down now. Just guard the door." Percy kept his voice calm, trying to settle Larry down. Harold lept up from the Fresh Prince (it was ads) and turned around. "Larry, you're a human being, you're on Planet 97X, and you work for Ernie. Point the Laser back at the door." Larry's eyes were spinning ominously, just like the slots on a poker machine. The left one stopped spinning - a wee picture of a flame appeared where Larry's eye one was.
"Whoah that's so neat, Larry! How did you do that?" Percy moved forward to look at Larry's interesting new eye.
The right eye stopped spinning too. It was also now a small flame.
"MAAARTINNNN!!!!" Larry roared, and with fire in his eyes (quite literally) he pulled the trigger of the RIBADLG and PULVERIZED poor Percy. Harold leapt clear just in time, finding himself in Baby Bear's room and pulling the door closed behind him.
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A shadow darkened the doorway of the hideout, and simultaneously Ernie, Harold, and Percy spun around to see who the shadow belonged to. ROGER/Stinky sort of spun around too, though it wasn't of his own volition, in fact it just happened because Percy was holding him. Globs of Gouda, Chunks of Cheddar, and... bits... of Brie?... flew everywhere.
(Stinky was a multiracial cheese.)
The shadow leapt into the room, quickly followed by Roger (whose feet were attached to the shadow just like in the cartoon version of Peter Pan, yippee!).
"Roger!" Cried Ernie, quite needlessly.
"Ernie!" Cried Roger, also rather needlessly.
POP! Stinky devolved into a stick of celery, quite needlessly (though in his defence, he had no control over it.)
"Let the celery go, and I'll give you back your teacosies!" Roger demanded, in a demanding tone that would've made his mother cringe.
Ernie laughed. "Ha! What makes you think I would ever accept such a trade! You clearly don't know how dangerous those teacosies are, Roger! They aren't just ordinary teacosies, you know! They're... (here he paused for effect) exploding kamikaze japanese teacosies that respond to a secret phrase known only to me... mwahahahahaha!"
Roger quickly threw the teacosies at Ernie, in an attempt to create a diversion. Unfortunately, it's really hard to throw teacosies, and they just sort of slumped to the ground. However, it did create enough of a diversion for Roger to dive sideways into Momma Bear's bedroom and slam the door behind him. He straight away realised what a stupid move that was, as he heard someone locking the door behind him. "Dangit! Imprisoned!" Roger whined, stating the obvious for the less-than-intelligent-reader-at-home.
***
Back in the main room of the hideout, Dark and Mysterious Driver had just returned with Larry, who for some unknown reason had been found wandering several streets away from where he had been left, calling out "Martin! Maaartin!" Nobody knew who Martin was or what Larry was up to, but he was on the payroll so they tried their best to make him do more productive tasks.
Ernie tossed Larry the Really Impressively Big And Deadly Laser Gun (RIBADLG for short). "Hey Larry, guard that door!" He ordered. Larry promptly trained his gun at Poppa Bear's door. "No the other one, stupid!" He switched his aim to Momma Bear's door.
"Dark and Mysterious Driver, you need to take me home now, cos Mum's baking chicken wings and she doesn't want me to be late for tea again!" Ernie informed D&MTD. They promptly left.
Silence descended on the hideout. Larry guarded the door. Harold flicked on the T.V. and watched reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air (he especially liked the scenes with Carlton in them - that guy's so funny!) Percy nibbled on the stick of celery he found nestled in his hand.
"Ow! Stop that!" The celery cried.
"Aaaah!" Cried Percy, throwing the stick of celery away. Well, when I say away, actually he threw it randomly, and it ended up hitting Larry's head.
The weight of the celery dislodged something deep in the recesses of Larry's mind.
"Martin?" He quavered, turning around with the RIBADLG in his hands.
"Whoah, Larry, settle down now. Just guard the door." Percy kept his voice calm, trying to settle Larry down. Harold lept up from the Fresh Prince (it was ads) and turned around. "Larry, you're a human being, you're on Planet 97X, and you work for Ernie. Point the Laser back at the door." Larry's eyes were spinning ominously, just like the slots on a poker machine. The left one stopped spinning - a wee picture of a flame appeared where Larry's eye one was.
"Whoah that's so neat, Larry! How did you do that?" Percy moved forward to look at Larry's interesting new eye.
The right eye stopped spinning too. It was also now a small flame.
"MAAARTINNNN!!!!" Larry roared, and with fire in his eyes (quite literally) he pulled the trigger of the RIBADLG and PULVERIZED poor Percy. Harold leapt clear just in time, finding himself in Baby Bear's room and pulling the door closed behind him.
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