Ointment Retribution
Present: Dr Keto, Big Pink Tree
Time: Keto's watch grew legs and ran off, so don't ask.
Location: White Corridor 159 (grin)
Keto shouldered the SuperSoaker 24000 as he peered round the
corner, before glancing back at the Big Pink Tree following him. He
shook his head.
The rest of Elite Squad had split up in confusion after trying to
divide seven people into groups of three (his idea of chopping one of
them into thirds had been steamrollered), and somehow he now found
himself part of a team consisting solely of himself and a
hallucination.
Luckily, the hallucination in question could carry about fourteen
water pistols loaded with liquid.
Keto crept round the corner, the Big Tree bouncing along behind
him. Somehow, Keto vowed, they had to imagine the tree with legs, so
it could walk quietly...
Both of them froze as footsteps rang out further along the darkened
corridor. Keto quickly pulled out a radio.
"Psst!" he whispered, "Is there anybody else on white corridor 159?"
Silence.
"Great," hissed Keto, putting away the radio and levelling his
SuperSoaker again. The footsteps grew louder.
Suddenly Keto heard an all too familiar voice, and cursed under his
breath.
The Big Pink Tree shrugged as three shapes stepped forwards out of
the gloom. Max Strength, Blackcurrant Flavour and Soothing ointments
were back again.
The ointments spotted Keto instantly.
"Hah, the good doctor," sneered Max Strength, "Not so tough without
anybody else around, are ya?"
"Wh.." began Keto, when he suddenly realised that the
hallucinations couldn't see the Big Pink Tree. He didn't know why,
but it was a good thing.
"Uh...that's right..." he said, "I'm just all alone here. Yup.
Nobody else at all. Oh please, please don't come any nearer!"
"Hah! You were lucky last time," said Max Strength, as all three
ointments began to bash their fists together, "But now we've got
you! Ointments...CHARGE!"
All three bottles charged at Keto at once. The Big Pink Tree aimed
six separate pistols...and fired.
Two separate blasts of ointment hit each of the evil bottles, and
with a scream they melted.
"That was close..." murmured Keto, turning to thank the tree.
A little too close, he decided, as he rubbed his eyes. He was
seeing double. There was a Big Pink Tree...and ANOTHER Big Pink Tree
behind it. And a giant potato.
"Hey, I've actually got a team..." he started to say happily,
before one of the Big Pink Trees clubbed the other one over the
foliage, knocking it out, and the giant potato launched itself at him.
Keto's last sensation before he collapsed, unconscious, was of
butter and just the right amount of salt...
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Where will the evil Tree and Potato take Keto and the Good Tree?
Just how many White Corridor 159s are there?
How did the evil Tree and friends find their enemy?
Find out in the next episode of...Blue Dwarf!
Da, dadada, dadadaaaaa...dadadadaaaaaa.