Constraints: Anytime pretty much.
Synopsis: Predictable, but good for a laugh I hope.
Free Catnip.
Content: Big Boom.
Legal: ... ... ... Really? ... ... I mean, really?
"Yessss, this is a perfect set-up, yessssss?" said Slithe as he laid out seven lines of catnip next to the sign proclaiming "Free Catnip."
"That's the last brick of C4 in there," said Jackalman as he laid down the ramming rod and started unreeling the command lines that connected to the detonator buried deep in the culvert bomb positioned under the lines of catnip.
"Ooo, ooo, ooo, Cheetara approaches," proclaimed Monkian.
"Quickly, take cover," said Slithe as he dropped the shortened drinking straw next to the lines of catnip and walked to the aforementioned cover, winding up the hell box as he moved.
In their hole, Jackalman watched the killing zone in the dental mirror as Slithe and Monkian connected the hellbox.
"Nowww, Slithe," whispered Jackalman.
Slithe placed the key in the firing hole and twisted it.
They opened their eyes and poked their heads up over the lip of the hole.
The culvert bomb was unexploded, Cheetara was still on her knees snorting the catnip.
"Set it offfff," prompted Jackalman.
Slithe kept cranking the handle, anxious to get that thundercat disassembled into her constituent molecules while they still could.
"Slithe, firrre, nowwww, Slithe, fire," continued Jackalman.
"I'm trying, it ... ... It's not working," growled Slithe.
Cheetara lifted herself up, placing the straw back on the ground and sniffing back to keep the catnip from falling out of her nostril.
She then ran off.
"CURSES!" growled Slithe as he threw the hellbox at the culvert bomb.
The three of them approached, "you didn't pull the wires out of the detonator, did you?" asked Slithe as he followed the wires back to the culvert bomb.
"Of course not, I'm not going to put all that effort in and do something as stupid as that am I?" protested Jackalman.
"Then, err, what could have gone wrong with the explosives train?" asked Monkian, scratching his head in thought.
The three of them stood next to the wall of C4, deep in contemplation, when Cheetara zipped past behind them, grabbing the hell box, and diving into the hole the mutants had just been sheltering in.
"Slithe," called out Cheetara.
The three turned to look at her.
"Fire in the hole," she proclaimed, she then ducked and cranked the handle.
The immense satisfaction of the free catnip and then the opportunity to hoist the mutants into a sub-orbital trajectory on their own petard was a combined high she had never experienced before.
TH-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all folks!