Wd-40 makes WW's lousy golf game even more humilating...

Who: Wd-40 and White Wolf the six foot, one inch hamster troublemaker.
When: Just after WW hit his golf ball for the third time into a nasty
sand trap.
Where: The Blue Dwarf's landing bay.
As the huge hamster swung his club and hit the golf ball soaring into
the air, it bounced off a piece of the 'Motherbot' remains, struck
another unstable piece which promptly fell on Wd-40 who was waiting
at the first green knocking his head off & strewing computer chips
over the green.
"WD, are you sure this is a par three hole?" inquired the hamster.
"It was... was... Sir... Sir... B... B..." Answered Wd-40's
disembodied head on the sand, as his body groped around the first
green finding and picking up the missing computer chips.
"Opps, Looks you've lost your head. Ha ha!" Says havoc walking up and
handcuffing the unconscious Grabby and handing him off to some other
security officers that arrived with him, who promptly left with
Grabby in tow bound for the brig.
"Give him a kick will you?" asked the huge hamster.
Havoc kicked Grabby in the ribs.
"No, Not him, him." said the voluminous hamster pointing to WD-40's
head while walking up his golf ball.
Havoc says, "Sorry!" and gives Wd-40's head a kick.
"Before all the new hazards were introduced." finished Wd-40's head,
while blinking and glancing at havoc and saying, "Thank you, sir. A
bit of a stuck circuit there. Umm, could you help me reinsert some of
my chips and reattached my head?
"Yeah, sure." replied Havoc, kneeling and setting down his nearly
aquired pride and joy, a gatling laser, while picking up some of WD-
40's chips and picked up Wd-40's head.
White Wolf swung again at at his golf ball, missed, and
muttered "These sand traps are more difficult than they look."
Havoc got up and pushed WD-40's head back onto his body, and shoved a
few chips back in place*, asking, "What are these anyways."
"I believe they are part of my competitiveness and morality
circuitry." Answered Wd-40.
The huge hamster swung at the ball again. And this time his golf ball
soared into the air and quickly bounced off a black robed Skeletal
man suddenly standing where wasn't anyone before.
The huge hamster looked surprised, and fumbled for words for a few
seconds, "Um, ahh, Hi there... Say, you look familiar..."
The Black robed skeletal man suddenly demanded, "Where is the key?"
White Wolf looked throughly confused, turned to Wd-40 & havoc and
asked, "I seemed to have forgot my lines, either of you got a copy of
the script?"
"I have one right here." Answered Wd-40, pulling out a colored
playbook titled "Blue Dwarf: the other series", and handed it to
White Wolf.
The huge hamster took the script, and flipped through the pages while
muttering, "This can't be right, the writers must have flipped if
this is right."
"I sure it's the correct one, they gave it to me just before we
filming this morning..." remarked Wd-40, as he and Havoc huddled
around the huge hamster and read the next script along with the
hamster.
"Then why are the writers doing a crossover then?", Demanded White
Wolf walking off.
"Hey look, I think he's right." says Havoc turning to the Black robed
Skeletal man and asking, "what's your name?"
The annoyed looking Skeletal man answer, "Skeletor! Now where's the
key?"
"Right!!! Where's the bloody script writers?!?" Yelled Wd-40, as
Havoc knocked aside the camera causing it to wobble harshly while he
followed the huge hamster off the set and through a series of doors,
until they came to one stenciled 'Script writers lounge' and entered.
Havoc yelled, "We'd like to have a chat with you!"
The camera hurried to catch up, as the three of them stopped accross
the table from a cigar puffing man with his back to the camera, while
all three of them started talking at him at once.
"What were you thinking?!? We're dying with this plotline enough as
it is without you giving us lousy plot knock off's like this." Said
Havoc angrily waving the script in front cigar smoking man's face.
"Have you been taking drugs? We can't do this, there's no copyright
infringements!" said Wd-40.
"What kind of flaming monkey dung is this? Anyone with two farts
worth of brainpower can figure out this plot isn't gonna go anywhere!
And it doesn't even make any sense, Either!" Screamed the huge
hamster veins bulging.
"The Blue Dwarf never made any sense to me." Started the Cigar
smoking man, before Havoc swatted him in the face with the script,
and the huge hamster threw the table into the wall and closed the
space that separate the three of them from him. Wd-40 quickly grabbed
a nearby telephone and wrapped him up in it's cord.
The three of them picked him up like a battering ram, and with the
camera following; quickly ran with him using his head to smash down
the series of doors on the way back to the Blue Dwarf hanger bay set,
and finally bunting Skeletor through the stargate and out into space.
Then tossing the scriptwriter right after Skeletor.
"Get us a new writer, or your next, Bbub!" Yelled Havoc to the
visiting producer.
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Fifteen minutes later, a new writer was hired and a more acceptable
script was handed out, and the director yelled "Action..."
White Wolf swung, and hit the golf ball high into the air, hit the
stargate and suddenly shot out into space towards the earth.
"Damn. I guess I'm gonna have to take a extra stroke for that." Said
White Wolf.
"Uh uh, Real golf game rules says your supposed to play it through
till you get it into the hole" Remarked Havoc.
"Wha? How can I? the ball probably burned up in the atmosphere..."
replied the huge hamster.
Wd-40 replied, "Nope, these are special Dr. Keto Ointment proof
gravity balanced Dwarfstar golfballs, sir. Nothing short of a very
nasty encounter with a black hole's event horizion or a shuttle ride
with Mr. Chrysler can destroy them."
"How can a ride with Jay destory them then?" Asked Havoc looking
confused.
"I don't know, all I know is we had two boxes of golf ball before he
brought them about himself." Said Wd-40.
"Ok, if the Golf ball survived earth re-entry, how am I supposed to
hit it back? It's physically impossible, and the Tiger Woods revised
rules say you can't use a shuttle or a cart while playing the game."
replied the gargantuan hamster.
"He's got you there." remarked Havoc, picking up and toying with the
small palm top like device Grabby dropped eariler, failing to notice
the little yellow sticky note with the message 'Warning plot device -
do not lose or break' scrawled on it.
Wd-40 caught the little palm top in midair flip, and replied, "But
with this you can!", Wd-40 twiddled with the little devices keypad
for a moment, and the stargate lowered from it's midair position down
to the level of the green, and shifted into a view of a airplane
hanger on earth.
"Play on through, Sir." Finished Wd-40 with a smug smile.
"wow, talk about faster travel times!" said and Awe struck Havoc
stepping through the gate and into the airplane hanger.
The immense hamster followed, walking up to a red bi-plane. He stroke
it lovingly while saying, "I haven't flown one of these in years!"
Wd-40 came up behind him and replied, "Well, if my calculations are
correct you will need to, since your ball should be landing about ten
miles east of here in about thirty minutes, which should give us just
about enough time to get there."
"Well then, everyone get in, and let's tally ho!" Said the vast
hamster, quickly stowing his golf club into the plane while climbing
into the pilots seat and starting the plane up.
The plane sat for a few seconds, before Havoc turned to the Six foot
one inch hamster and asked, "Why aren't we moving yet?"
"Well, I was waiting for you to get off the wing and take a seat next
to Wd, but if you wanna fly that way, I ain't gonna argue..." replied
the amplitudinous hamster and gunned the engine.
"No, Wait... oh, Sh*t!" Cried Havoc suddenly flailing for a handhold,
as the plane taxied down the runway, lifted off the ground and was
suddenly airborne.
"Wahhooo!" Screamed the colossal hamster in excitement as the red
biplane dipped, banked and barrel rolled several times.
"Where's his golfball?" Screamed the white knuckled Havoc from out on
the wing, trying not to look scaried.
Wd-40 answered, "Just follow the smoke trail over there.", While
pointing to a long downward angling trail on a incoming meteorite
heading for the city of Cairo.
<To Be Continued!>
- WW
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*- Unbeknowst to him, and everyone else, he was putting them in
reversed making Wd-40 more competitive and amoralistic than normal!