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Kangaroo Jack 2:The Edge Of Reason.

By: Dream Team X

Chapter 1: Dreams Die Hard

Baby Fozzie stepped out of his car. His pinwheel hat blew gently in the wind's cold air. "What motherfucker are we gonna have to take down this time?" he said in his gruff voice as he raised his middle finger high in the air, signaling Gonzo to, as he put it, "get the fuck away".

"I've called you men here for one reason alone," said Charley, his voice cracking as usual,"Salvatore...he's had Jack holed up in the pen for weeks, and Louis even longer...he's framed them, for the deaths of 289 kangaroos, a huge crack ring, involvment in the 911 terrorists attacks, and sexual harrasment of a minor."

"Why the fuck should we help you?" shouted Eddie McDowd, his patience already tired. "I've got 11 more motherfucking deeds left, and I ain't gonna let some low down nigger from stopping me from becoming a guy again. I need to be the Grand Wizard of the Klan once again."

"I dunno," said Doug, his green vest and nose covered in a mysterious white powder. "We've got it all, now that we've killed the leader of the Umpah Lompah union."

"No!," said a stranger from behind them. "We do it for justice, and for Alice."

Out of the darkness, the slim figure of Static Shop emerged. "We do it, for the mad crack."

Charlie thought to himself, "How did things go so astray?"

Flashback 1 Month Previous

Louis ran as fast as his weight allowed, "Give a Nigga a break!" A jet black Escalade was hot on his trail. Louis stopped and turned around, "Who the fuck are you guys!?" The car stopped, and a man leaned out of the window, pointing an Uzi at Louis' direction. "HOLY FUCK!" Lous started running once more, trying to avoid the rapid gunfire coming behind him. Another man leaned out of the opposite window and pulled out a rifle, he took aim and landed a round into Louis' fat, black ass. "What the hell!?" Louis yelled, it was only a tranqulizer dart. Another one tore into the opposite cheek, "It takes a lot more than two tranqs. to take down this Nigga," as Louis said this a painful clip of the Uzi's ammo landed into his left leg, "AWW, SHIT!" he yelled.

The car stopped, and a familiar face climbed out. It was Salvatore, "Well, well, what have we here?" he said nonchalontly. "Fuck you man, fuck you!" Lousi spat on Salvatore's sparkling black dress shoes. With this Salvatore kicked Louis swiftly in the mouth, "You won't be doing any fucking any time soon," Salvatore said maniacally, he then snapped his fingers and Carrot Top stepped out of the car, " have you're way with him. He pulled out an unusual prop, one Louis wouldn't be forgetting for a long time to come. And with that, Carrot Top's passionate moans couild be heard throughout the city-scape.

Louis awoke several hours later in a daze, he was in a chair in what looked like an interrogation room. There was a cop, the name tag read "Carl Winslow." "Wh..Where the hell am I?" Louis said. Winslow replied smugly, "You're in jail, Nigga." Louis was aghast, "Jail!? What the fuck did I do!?" Winslow sat a large bag of pure Columbian cocaine on the desk, one Colt .45, and two Cannibas plants. Winslow said, "Don't fuck around with me, Nigga. What were you planning to do? Smoke it? Sell it?" Louis interrupted, "The fuck I was, that shit ain't mine!" Louis stood up and slammed his fists on the table. Winslow snarled, and gave a swift left hook to Louis' already bruised face, "Don't play that shit with me, Fuckface! I know how it goes down around here." Louis coughed, some blood came out, along with a tooth, "Bastard..." Winslow laughed loudly, "Take this fucker to his cell boys." Louis was the grabbed by two other policeman, and drug into a musty cell.

Meanwhile, in the Australian Outback.....

Jackie Legs bent down and took a drink of sandy water in the only decent watering-hole around anymore. The Outback had gone to Hell in the months recent, Poachers now reigned supreme. But something else was wrong, what was that noise polluting Jack's ears. Could it be, gunfire? Jack took off his shades and turned around, two black Jeep Wranglers were rushing towards him, on top of one was a man Jack never wanted to see again, it was Salvatore. "Get the motherfucking Kangaroo." he said, pointing towards Jack.

Eliza Thornberry, head of the Reservation, saw the Jeeps and yelled, "Run Jack, RU...." she was interuppted as an AK-47's blazing bullets ripped through her neck. Jack had to get the fuck outta there. Jack began hopping fast as he could, watching the other kangaroos get mowed down by gunfire. As Jack was hopping to get away, he tripped over an AOL free-trial disc, that had been trashed, as it should have been, laying on the ground. The Jeeps came to a stop, and Salvatore threw a weighted net over Jack. They had him.

To Be Continued In:

Kangaroo Jack 2: The Edge of Reason, Chapter 2: Old Friends