A Large Hamster comes calling!

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Several hours later, White Wolf had two primitive, but serviceable daggers wood hilted & wrapped with some sinew, along with several drying filets of lizard meat over a small controlled cooking fire, a small pouch with several strips of sinew line in it and the gerbil sewed up in most of the remaining two lizard skins in a crude makeshift burial sack.

{Almost done. Just need to pack up this dried out lizard meat, then I should be able to start scent tracking the trail of these things back to their encampment and maybe do some scouting them out for some lite guerrila warfare.} Thinks the portly hamster.

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[Some time later, in the Arboretum]

The six foot one inch hamster creeps stealthily amongst the dark, dense, jungle-like vegetation. He pauses, twitching his ears toward some distant noises, then eyes the glass ceiling with a distant moon shining through it with uncertainty as if expecting something to suddenly come down from above. After a few long moments he seems satisfied, and takes several sharp sniffs at the air before continuing forward through the jungle.

After going about thirty yards he comes a break in the dense overgrowth, where there is a path of some sort leading through the jungle. White Wolf quickly glances in both directions of the path, verifying there's nothing approaching in either direction before stepping out onto the path. He kneels down and inspects it closely, noticing several Huzard tracks. He takes a few moments slowly moving first one way down the path, then up it while carefully following the Huzard tracks.

Again he sniffs the air intently, before his eyes narrow in frustration at the tracks. He opens his mouth and extracts a plastic baggie with some dried lizard meat inside, takes a piece out and munches on it for a few moments while absentmindedly scratching his chin fur in thought. Then shrugs noncommittally and seals up the plastic baggie and stowing it back into his cheek pouch before stepping off to the side of the path back into the foliage and quietly continuing off in one direction parallel to the path.

After maybe about an hour, White Wolf overhears two Huzards arguing, he carefully spreads the vegetation in the direction of their voices and spots what looks like some sort guard house, the heated Huzards voices emanating from inside. The rotund hamster surveys the surroundings, noting some Huzard tree houses in the area beyond in a clearing in the jungle. Then his hamsterish face wrinkles up in a weird (sort of) looking frown as his eyes take in a Mayan style pyramid surrounded by a high wooden wall and moat in the far distance. {What the Smeg?}, thinks White Wolf, {I've got to get a closer at that pyramid thing - It may be the only thing left of the civilization that made this insane ship. But first, I've got to get by these repti-heads from the planet gooney...}

Darting quickly but stealthily across the clearing on all fours, the voluminous hamster makes it up to the base of one of the treehouses as a Huzard child wanders out with some kind of toy in it's possession, glances at White Wolf and turns around, going back into the treehouse shouting, "Mommy, mommy, we've got rats again!". White Wolf startles at that and makes a wild dash off into the jungle on one side of the clearing.

{Yikes! This isn't working at all.} Says White Wolf to himself in thought, {I've got to find another idea.}

Then spotting a large hole located at the base of a large tree, He darts into it thinking, {Why didn't I think of this before? I can tunnel my way inside!} And begins clawing and burrowing into the dirt in earnest.

[A long time later, in another clearing...]

The large hamster pokes through to the surface and peeks around, noticing he's not where he intended to be. He climbs the rest of the way out of the hole and glances around the clearing, while scratching his head and thinking {I was sure I was coming up beyond the wall & moat. Hmm, maybe I better climb one of these tall trees off to the right and get my bearings to try again.}

White Wolf crosses over toward a large tree, then hears some Huzards coming before scrambling up the tree and hiding amongst the lower branches.

Three Huzards come into view, each carrying Sheppard hooks. "Ahh, Here's our resting place, bob." Says the first one.

"Yeah, the herd could use some time to eat over there, it'll fatten them up right good." Says the second.

"What a pair of lazy one's you are. Don't either of you guys wanna become a warrior before the next sacrifice?" Scolds the third.

"Why? So we can go off and become food for the fish?" Replies the first, moving to sit down on the opposite side of the tree.

"Or just killed by the one's who keep the rats under control?" Says Bob moving to join the first one.

"What a bunch of sissies. You'll never become a warrior with attitudes like that." Admonishes the third.

"I'll be one soon enough, my dad says I've just got to build up my muscles and all that." Replies Bob, now sitting.

"Not me. I happen to like it out here in the fields." Says the first.

"Why?" Demands the third quizzically.

"Well, there's nothing to worry about and nobody gets to order you around." Answers the first smugly.

"So I guess this is what your going to do for the rest of your life, huh?" Asks Bob.

"I don't know. It's better than getting killed." Answers the first.

Bob shrugs.

"Say Bob, did you hang these punching bags over here on this branch for building up your muscles?" Asks the third one motioning off to one side of the tree.

{Punching bags?!?} Thinks White Wolf.

"I don't remember." Replies Bob.

"Mind if I use 'em?" asks the third while tapping them. White Wolf's eyes bulge in surprise as he suddenly feels that tap in his privates.

"Knock yourself out!" Replies Bob as the third Huzard gives it a playful first whap. The overgrown hamsters eye begin to water as he keeps quiet and suppresses the pain of getting hit in his testicles. Then the third Huzard, while dropping the Shepard hook, draws back one of his fists and hits them harder. White Wolf slowly closes his eyes, and practically whimpers above in the tree at that strike while silently drawing his two primitive daggers, getting ready to stab. Then the third Huzard quickly double punches them.

As the pain explodes in his head, White Wolf unleashes a shriek of incredible volume, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A nearby large tomato herd startles and begins to stampede as the three huzard panic and flee off in different directions. The woozy hamster barely notices the ground and tree beginning to shake as the herd rushes by underneath him in full stampede. He drunkenly tries to stand up on his hind legs, but in a hazy kind of vertigo state, lists off the branch and falls onto one of the huge tomato herd below.

{I must be dreaming of a rerun of the attack of the killer tomatoes.} Blearily thinks the large hamster, while trying to keep a perch upon the rampaging tomato beast below him.

The herd veers varying directions and thunders into some farmland with White Wolf grimacing in pain as his testicles get bounced around some more, {how do the Smeg do I make this beating stop?} as the herd quickly approaches a group of spear wielding Huzards ahead.

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A spear landed in the soft farmland beside them, and then several more around them. Several armed Huzards appeared out of the darkness, and surrounded them.

Back in the bushes, Alex and Cassandra watched, waiting for the best time to make their move
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The pained hamster approaching unconsciousness, vaguely tries to sort out his dilemma and concludes {ah, that's what these daggers must be for!} quickly stabbing them into the tomato beast below him.

Then the tomato herd beasts crash through the circle of Huzards and continue on through as if they weren't even there, several Huzards scream, "Stampede!" and scatter. Quickly leaving Jay, Seymour and Gomez to fend for themselves.

Seymour Niples cried out, "Do something! I can't afford to have these clothes wrinkled, I just had them pressed!"

"I'll certainly take that under advisement." Shouts back Jay, dodging some of the tomato herd beasts with Gomez quickly following suit.

And just as suddenly as it appeared, the herd was gone. With one staggering exception aboard a dying tomato beast before them, the large furry hamster quickly topples off it. Then drunkenly standing up in from them them on his two hind legs, blearily looking back and forth between Gomez, Seymour and Jay, before spouting "He must have hit me a Smeg'va lot harder than I thought! I could swear you look like Seymour Niples and Jay Chrysler from the time I was Captain of the Blue Dwarf. Ah... Um... You'll have to excuse me... I need take a rest now..." Then faints, falling onto the ground before them.

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