Post by ConfessionFPT on Apr 25, 2016 20:03:09 GMT
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Waylon Jones wiped the sludge from his brow and admired his work.
Batman’s interference in his last scheme forced him to relocate from his previous home.
His last lair was nice, he stole one of those fancy TV’s that had a a DVD player built into it.
He even found a book shelf in the junkyard and had started his own collection of DVDs.
He didn’t like most of the one’s he had obtained, but having Master of Disguise playing in the background was better than no noise at all.
With his spiffy entertainment system, he felt like he needed more to make this corner of the sewer feel more like home.
So, out of broken bits of cinder block, he had fashioned himself a chair.
“This is going to be good,” he said to himself.
He walked over to the plastic cases and pondered what to watch. Jumanji, Men in Black, Jingle All the Way?
“Oh yuck!” he hissed in disgust. He grabbed his copy of Bridge to Terabithia and threw it behind him. It made a small splash in the water.
“That movie sucks.”
~~~~~~
Police sirens were going ballistic all over the city.
Somebody legitimately held up a Burger King. Two assailants, both with strange mustaches and over-alls, had taken ever single box of French Fries from the store.
Those two were zooming down the street now in a motorcycle with a sidecar.
“Whaa!” Waluigi yelled from the sidecar, “Slow down!”
Wario shook his head, not taking his suicidal gaze from the road.
“We’re-a gonna die!” he held his gloved hands over his eyes, which made him lose the balance of the fry boxes in his lap.
Wario glared back at him and saw their loot was no longer in the side car. He picked up his foot and kicked the basket that Walugi occupied.
The sidecar hilariously skidded in circles before crashing into a fire hydrant.
Waluigi watched the stars fly around his head until he shok them away. In front of him Wario was becoming smaller, behind him the red and blue light grew brighter.
He frantically searched the area for green pipes sticking out of the ground. There were none. He frantically ran toward a manhole cover and struggled to lift it.
When the police arrived at the scene of the crash, water was gushing out of the hydrant, but Waluigi was nowhere to be found.
~~~~~~~
Killer Croc sat in his newly made recliner, watching the Powerpuff Girls zoom across the screen.
There was a pot hole sized hole next to his chair that he kept ice and bottles of beer in. He reached for a cold one when a man clad in purple fell from his ceiling.
“What!?” Croc yelled at the intruder.
Waluigi fell through Croc’s new TV, more stars began swirling around his head.
“You bitch!” Croc threw his unopened bottle at the man with the strange mustache.
Waluigi was able to duck just in time so the thing Killer Croc through at him didn’t take his head off.
“Wah?” he was obviously confused.
“I’m not moving again!” Croc informed him.
“Whata is this? Bowser’s red-a-neck cousin?”
Croc growled and ran toward the intruder.
Waluigi pulled the Tennis Racket out of his pocket, tucked his head down, and charged back.
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