Shanghaied

Hi everyone! This will be my second piece of work and I'm going to try and work on it for a while. I don't own the animaniacs and all that. I'm trying a different writing style that I think will come in handy later, but its taking some getting used to. I also decided to tell it from different perspectives at different times. I would like to think I'm pretty good at writing adventure stories but that may all be in my head, so constructive criticism is welcome  Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it

Quid

Shanghaied

Enter: Dot

"Are we there yet?" Moans Wakko.

"Sure are. Cant you tell?" I gowls. All three of us are getting testy. We had spent the last four hours in a crate in the back of a truck on its way to Florida on our way to a 'big important party in which your presence is requested DON'T MESS THIS UP!!!' event, as described by Mr. Plotz.

"Voud you shush up back zair? Your giving me a headache!" Grumbles Dr. Scratchnsniff from the front passenger seat. Plotz is behind the wheel and Ralph is on the seat next to our crate.

"We will get there when we get there!" roars Plotz "We're on the coast now. If Mr. Allergic-to-anything-with-lactose-in-it hadn't thrown up his ice cream all over the upholstery you wouldn't be in the crate and you could see the beach." Yakko can feel me and Wakko's glares boring into his head in the darkness, I can tell. In fact, Plotz had bought ice cream for Wakko and me, and frozen yogurt for Yakko. Unfortunately he had mixed them up and given Wakko the yogurt instead. I don't think he will ever get the smell of puked up ice cream out of his car.

"I have to potty!" Yells Wakko for the millionth time. Muttering a few oaths Plotz pulls into a gas station. Ralph grabbs a pry bar and went to work on the lid of the crate. I squints my eyes as light flooded the crate. Wakko jumps up and zooms for the bathroom. Yakko stretches his legs and arms. I look over at the beach. Its so beautiful! I hops up and walks over to the edge of the parking lot. Would they kill me if I ran down there? Just for a little bit? I wonder.

"Hey! Yakko!" I shout "I'm going down the beach real quick, want to come?"

"Sure!" He smiles and trots over to catch up with me because I'm already half way there. The sand feels hot under my bare feet and it smells like salt and washed up seaweed. Sunlight filters in through the clouds and there is a little breeze that ruffles the leaves of some palm trees and sends bits of dead palm leaves skittering across the sand. I take a deep breath and let it out.

"Peaceful, eh?" Says Yakko as he leans up against a palm tree.

"Yakko! Dot!" I turn around to see Wakko running after us. "Plotz is looking for you" He says when he gets here with a skid and a wave of sand. "He's real mad. Watcha looking at?" I follow his gaze to Yakko who is looking intently at the water.

"There's a spot on the water. Look, right there" He points and sure enough there is a dark smudge on the water. "It looks like a ship."

I watch the smudge for a few moments. Its getting bigger by the second.

"Looks like its coming this way." Says Wakko "What's a ship doing here anyway?" Yakko frowns.

"It shouldn't be coming this way. There isn't a port here."

But it is coming closer. Yakko clamps a hand down on Wakko and I's wrists and drags us behind a rock. A few moments pass before I can make out the details on the ship.

Its huge! It looks like an old Spanish Galleon with the masts and everything only its made out of metal. As it draws closer I can see its got a wooden deck though. And there are people running around on that deck. Yakkos grip on my shoulder tightens. The ship pulls in closer stops. A row boat is lowered over the side and I can see people in that too. We all hunker down low as they pull up to shore. There are three guys in the boat. One of them is wearing nothing but some swim drunks and has a hooked nose and shaved head. The other two are twins. Both are skinny, have red hair, and don't look like they've ever taken a bath. Ever. Their unloading something in metal barrels. I can hear them whispering things to each other.

"We should get outta here." Whispers Wakko. The guy in trunks looks up. My stomach drops to the center of the earth. The guy in trunks looks up right towards us.

"Hey!" He shouts. The twins look up. Before he can say another word a hand of iron clamps down on my arm and rips me off my feet. It takes me a moment to realize its Yakko running with me and Wakko in tow. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing. Suddenly, the sand beneath my feat isn't nice anymore. Its slowing me down. I can hear the men chasing after us. If we could just make it back to the gas station-

"Argh!" I skid to a halt and look back. One of the twins has got Wakko in a bear hug. Rage bubbles up inside me. I launch myself at the twin and clamped my teeth down on his shoulder. Suddenly, pain rips through my head.

I don't remember anything after that.