"I'm telling you it could work!" the shout could be heard throughout all of the plant's base. A very angry peashooter was currently arguing with the plant council over the war against zombies.
"We understand how you feel this is the right choice but it's just too risky. We'd never be able to get enough volunteers for this project, and there's nothing wrong with the current way we fight the zombies" the head of the council, Stanley Chamberlain, calmly replied.
"But we can't win if we only sit here and defend forever!" The peashooter shot back.
Mary Thatcher, a cactus on the council, spoke next "Winston please calm down, our system has worked flawlessly for years now and we see no reason to change it. Your idea is reckless and has a 85% chance of failure by our calculations."
"When I was younger I was told I had a 1% chance of surviving. Now here I am, standing in front of you to ask for just a chance to change this war. Look I know it seems impossible but if we don't try something different soon they will, and who's to say we can stop them if they do. So please, just consider my plan." Winston finished his speech.
As he began to exit the chamber he was stopped by the voices of the council. "Winston wait...we will give you a month for you to gather a team of 8 plants, explore the given areas, and plant gardens for defense and expansion. If, and only if you come back with results backing your research up, we will officially back the program." Stanley stated.
"Thank you sir, you won't be disappointed." Winston beamed back. He then turned around and calmly walked out of the chamber. As soon the council was out of earshot, winston began jumping in the air with glee and sprinted off towards him room. He arrived to find his best friend waiting for him.
"So I take that it went well." She sarcastically remarked at seeing her friend nearly bouncing off the wall.
"You bet Grace, start packing your things because we leave early tomorrow morning." He swiftly replied to her, too excited to care for her sass. Grace had been his friend for years now, and he'd become accustomed to sarcastic and sassy attitude. She was a pretty good looking ice cactus, but she scared away most male plants with her personality.
"So any ideas for who else you want to take with us?" Grace questioned him.
"Nope but I've got a feeling that we'll know when we find them." He replied cheerily while popping open a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses and handed one to Grace and took the other one. "Too Garden Ops"
"Too Garden Ops."