Whatever you do, Keep the Hamster away from the apples!

Who: White Wolf & Wd-40
When: Moments after they make a 25 foot crater while using future
Phil's time washing machine.
Where: Major Havoc's corner office, on a major street corner in
Maxomegopolis.
"Next time, I'll let Jay Chrysler drive. At list with him I know
we're going to crash..." Said the wide eyed hamster staring at the
smoking ruins around them, while he climbed out of the time washing
machine.
"I knew I shouldn't have tried shifting gear in mid flight before I
set the time coordinates." said WD-40 climbing out after him, "I
always have trouble with manual transmissions, I do far better with
automatics."
"You set the bloody dial on the washing machine to spin cycle! That
wasn't no manual transmission! And that ain't Phil's instruction
manual for using his machine!" Screamed the huge hamster in
exsperation.
WD-40 quickly looked at the cover of manual the manual he was using
which read, "Automatic Electric Washer Company, model 22 operating
instructions, copyright 1935.", and WD-40 popped out his eyes, wiped
them off, and put them back in again, to check what he was reading
from. His eyebrow nearly rivaled a space shuttle launch and leapt up
his forehead in shock. He quickly blubbered, "I'm so sorry sir, I
didn't realise in all the excitement of trying to get off the Blue
Dwarf in time, that I had picked up the wrong manual. I could have
could have gotten us both disintegrated! Please allow me remove my
moviator chips."
"Calm Down, WD. There's no need for that." started the huge hamster.
"What in tarnation is all that racket in here, Brownnoser?!?" Says a
grey haired and imposing looking man wearing a military uniform
(looking an awful lot like Mauser from the police academy movies), as
he opens the door nearby them and stares at Wd-40 & White Wolf in
dumbfoundment for several seconds. Then noticing a thin small man
weakly getting up off the floor, he grabs up a nearby rubber stogie,
sticks in his mouth and yells "Get up, Brownnoser! Move it, Move it,
Move it!"
"Yes sir." murmured the thin small man struggling to stand up and
salute.
"What may I ask, happened to my super team office headquarters I was
trying to establish here?" demanded the grey haired man.
"I'm so sorry, I made a terrible error in judgement while I was
driving. I am so sorry for all the destruction, Sir. I'll be happy to
recompense you in any way I can..." began Wd-40 in a whining voice.
"There, there, I'm sure we'll work everything out." Said White Wolf
while patting WD-40 on the shoulder.
"Just what I need.... more company for Brownnoser!" muttered the grey
haired man.
"What's a Brownnoser?" inquiried White Wolf.
"An obsequious person who curries favor, Sir." replied Wd-40 quickly.
"Oh."
"Now who might you two gate crashers be? I'd like to know who I can
be thankful for all this..." asks the gray haired man turning to
White Wolf & Wd-40 while motioning towards the room in ruins.
"I'm Wd-40, a mechanoid sir. And this is Commander White Wolf."
Answered WD-40 graciously.
"You must be the reinforcements Blue Team said they were sending me
to handle this late Plebian problem." said the grey haired man as he
stomped over to a gun rack, "Though I must admit a huge hamster and
brownosing robot don't look like much of a reinforcement squad, but
if this is sample of your abilities, I guess you'll have to do for
the time being."
"May I ask who you are?" asked White Wolf.
"BLUE TEAM DIDN'T BRIEF YOU?" shouted the grey haired man while
slapping two magazines into some machine guns he was grabbing off the
gun rack and throwing a bandolier of ammo over his shoulders.
The huge hamster shook his head, and elbowed Wd-40 to get him to stop
nodding, and start shaking his head instead.
"How foolish of them. Don't they know an unprepared soldier is a dead
soldier?" said the grey haired man stomping over and extending his
handshake, "The names Major Havoc, soldier extraordinare and this
here is my sidekick, Brownnoser."
"Hi." murmured the small thin man weakly, while waving a hand and
then falling over.
"Now, our mission to go capture Ms. Blacktights the supervillianess.
She recently issued an ultimatim to us human super hero types. So,
Let's move out and put that evil villianess behind bars where she
belongs." Screamed Major Havoc walking over the rubble and through
the blown out hole in side of his super team office headquarters and
onto the street.
"Um, shouldn't we get him medical attention." asked WD-40 while
indicating Brownnoser.
"Need I remind you, you're here to help me catch a supervillianess,
not pamper a tenderfoot nuisance? Besides, Brownnosers always been
like that." replies Major Havoc standing in the street looking
annoyed at their delay.
WD-40 looks at White Wolf, who merely shrugs and mutters "Well, I
geuss we can help him out, since we nearly *did* destroy his place. I
guess it's a good thing I asked you to pack a weapon for our
protection before we left."
The rotund hamster reached into the washer and pulled out the tube
like weapon which WD-40 had put in there earlier, along with the
occupying sack of ammo. The huge hamster stared at it the sacks
contents for a few moments, then looked at the weapon again, and
exclaimed incredulousy at WD-40, "You picked out a potato cannon and
a sack of apples for our protection!?! What kind of planet did you
think we were landing on, one in which the use of soft vegetables are
lethal?!?"
Wd-40's face stretched in a long frown, as he replied with whine
creeping into his voice, "Actually sir, the tomatos are your lunch, I
wasn't able to locate the ammo."
"Move it, move it, move it, gentlemen!!!!" ordered Major Havoc from
outside.
"Engaging double time marching mode..." Said Wd-40 suddenly
scrambling out of the majors ruined office.
The goliath hamster stepped out after him, taking a bite out of one
the apples and muttering, "To think I let you and Phil put me back to
my normal size, it must be a small miracle something didn't go wrong
with that."
Wd-40 caught up with Major Havoc and asked, "May I ask sir, where are
we, and who these people carrying the 'down with humans' signs?"
"You robots really are denser than the Plebs! Your on the planet
Pleb, and those are Plebians." answered Major Havoc.
"Why do the Plebians hate humans?" Asked the gargantuan hamster while
running to catch up to the two, and finishing off the apple.
"Perhaps it's because of the superpowers we get while we're here on
pleb. By the way, you power wouldn't happen be anything more than
being a huge friggin rat, like say, the ability to teleport away,
would it?" Said Major Havoc eyeing a Plebian mob suddenly turning the
corner up ahead and start heading in thier direction.
"No, I don't think so. Though, I suddenly feel awfully bloated after
eating just one apple..."
"Then we better take cover in Mrs. Sludges coffee shop to avoid
getting strung up by that mob. Luckily for us the Plebs aren't the
sharpest knives in the drawer." replied Major Havoc quickly entering
the door and ducking under a table, Wd-40 and the mammoth hamster
quickly followed suit.
As several pleb walked by, and asked each other, "Where'd they go? I
saw them here a moment ago."
Suddenly a loud rumble emanated from the enormous hamsters belly,
causing several of the Plebs to stop and look into the Coffee shops
window.
"Here eat a donut, orchestra bowels." heatedly whispered Major Havoc,
while swiping a plate off an nearby table and shoving it White Wolf's
direction.
"I don't think hunger the problem.", Whispered back the pained
looking colossal hamster clutching his gurgling stomach, "I think
that apple I just ate gave me a real bad case of gas."
Three Plebs outside heard the gurgling noise, and tentatively entered
the shop to investigate.
A sudden look of panic crossed Major Havocs face as he suddenly shot
back, "Their going to find us if you don't keep quiet!"
"Oh no, I think I'm going to pass gas!" Started the prodigious
hamster as his lower bowels made a omnious rumbling...
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The little coffee shop suddenly exploded in purple flames, shattering
all the glass within a 50 feet, and throwing the three investigating
plebs out of the shop and accross the street.
After a few moments of silence, a scorched looking Major Havoc & Wd-
40 lifted their heads up and looking out the window at the fleeing
plebians.
"Now that mades for a great crowd dispersal..." Comments the
Major, "Say, where'd the hamster go?"
"Commander?" inquired Wd-40 looking around.
"If you two wouldn't mind, I think I could use some help here."
replied a muffled voice from above.
Wd-40 looked up at the huge hamster stuck to the ceiling sandwiched
between a table top (and the ceiling), and spoke excitedly,"Sir! I
believe we have just discovered what your superpowers may be! The
first is similar to that of the bombardier beetle, and the other is
an amazing ability to stick to things like a plastic window cling or
silly putty."
"Fine, just call me Flamejumper, the amazing hamster with velcro
fur." said the capacious hamster from the ceiling.
<TBC...>
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OOC - Tada! I'm back from a short hiatus (did I spell that right?)
away from the BD while handling some very important company business.
And, this hamster is back to being his old dangerous self! ;)
- WW