Just Another Day
Fianna sat on the couch in his room flipping though the public television channels. His poodle barked and he stopped and looked at her. She motioned to the TV by glancing at it and the green dog looked.
On the TV was ThunderWolf in an apron saying "killer chef" and a chefs hat.
"Welcome back to the show that shows you how to make food your hosts will die for."
Fianna shoved the remote inbetween the couch cushions and pet his dog as he watched in interest.
"and folks, remember to serve the chocolate thund'de'arsenic cake to ::ThunderWolf slams some tequila:: friends, ::slams some more:: family, enemies and total strangers :: finishes off the bottle then breaks it over the assistant chief's head::.
With that he punched the security guard's heads in and walked off stage leaving the audience to gasp at the brains dripping down the wall.
"Interesting exit" mused Fianna as he shut off the TV and headed out the door with missus. As he was heading towards the lounge room he heard some strange sounds coming from the kitchen. He crept to the door and peered in. Lion-O was was talking to the cake he was eating.
"Pruuuurrrur" whispered the poodle.
"I know it's chocolate cake, now shhh", Fianna whispered back.
Lion-O gasping for breath made both of them look up. Indeed the retarded lion was suffocating.
They both looked at each other and said at the same time, "ThunderWolf".
The lord of the THunderCats dropped his fork and fell face first into the remainder of the cake with a wet plop.
Mussus yelped a few times.
"I concur my poodle, we will have to avoid chocolate cake made by ThunderWolf from now on", the nincompoop agreed.
ThunderWolf sat in his room playing with his miniature guillotine,
slowly shorting a wooden stick with the razor sharp blade an 1/8 inch at a time. He was sitting on his bed in the middle of woodchips singing along to retaliation by Ice T.
"Slide the hollow tips in the chrome 44. Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door. Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight double back on yer bitch crew, broad daylight.
Wood and metal splintered and flew in as the door was kicked in.
Two Ak-47's were aimed on each other... as ThunderWolf pulled his from under his pillow and FuzzBall whipped his from behind his back.
Both kept their weapons leveled as they eyed each other.
"You have a gunniess" asked ThunderWolf as he tossed his gun on the floor. "And don't try anything stupid or I'll turn you into a door matt" warned TW as he lit as cigarette.
"No but I could use one" suggested the crazy snarf.
ThunderWolf took a couple outa the fridge by his bed and handed one to FuzzBall.
"Wanna", asked Fuzz as he held the bottle up towards the lion.
After popping the cap on his beer with a claw he did the same for the snarf.
"What brings you around kicking down doors" asked TW as he slammed his beer.
"RD wants us to go on a raid at the tiger base", declared Fuzz.
"Why", asked the lion as he brushed the woodchips off himself and eyed the snarf, waiting for a reply.
"Wants some of their technology, shrugged the snarf, "said he'd pay well."
"How much", asked the lion as he set the guillotine on his bed side table.
"Ten thousand thunderian dollars for each of us, came the reply.
"I'm in", stated the lion as he leapt off his bed and bolted out the door, dragging the snarf by the tail.
The tiger base looked deserted with all it's lights out. It had the appearance of being abandoned for a years. The two shadowy figures made their way over the fence and crept along large wooden crates stacked high with boxes.
"Feeling alright?", enquired FuzzBall.
The limping lion turned to him and sneered, "yeah, though I'd be doing alot better if you hadn't stabbed me in the fucking leg.
"Humpt, serves you right for dragging me half the way here by my tail", retorted the snarf.
"Grrrrrrrr..", grumbled the lion as he turned forward and headed on.
"Blow it out your ass", mumbled the lion under his breath.
The only reply was the cocking of a gun.
They got to the building and looked it over.
"Looks like we can get in the window over there", commented TW.
"This will do it to", the snarf informed the insane lion as he stuck a
bit of what TW thought was C4 to the huge iron door and inserted the
detonator.
"Sounds like a plan", whispered ThunderWolf as he ducked to one side of the wall. He watched flabbergasted as Fuzzy pushed the tiger with out moving away.
FuzzBall hit the trigger and the doors melted into a puddle on the ground.
"What the fuck was that shit", growled the lion in amazement.
"A home recipe" answered Fuzz as he led the way into the fortress.
"You gotta get me some" ordered the lion.
"How bout I mail you a package of shit", warned the sick snarf.
The two crept silently through the halls to the center of the compound.
"This is the room he said it was in", whispered ThunderWolf as he and Fuzz pulled their weapons. With one swift kick the lion kicked down the door and they rushed into the room looking around for anyone to shoot.
Once they confirmed they were alone they made short work of securing the files, papers, and schematics the evil genius wanted.
"Did you get every thing I asked for", RD sat behind a large wooden desk made out of tigers eye wood. Fianna was sitting in a corner, dressed up as a clown facing the wall.
TW tossed the stuff on the desk, "where is the money?"
RD tossed a couple of large envelopes on the table which TW snatched up and opened each up. He flipped though the contents of each and handed one to the snarf and asked, "what's up with him", pointing to the rainbow colored dog.
"He made the mistake of using the fun gun to make me... uh... I'm making him sit in the corner in a clown suit sucking his thumb."
"That's more than we wanted to know", FuzzBall turned on his heels and headed out, the lion behind him.
"Nice doing business with you", hollared RD from behind his desk after they left.