A Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil and Camp Lakebottom cross-over.
Please enjoy.
P.S.:
: Their name's in history:
:: Kristoff Buttowski (Kick Buttowski).
:: Yuri Magnuson (Gunther Magnuson).
:: Branko Buttowski (Brad Buttowski).
:: McGeerowski (McGee).
:: Gretkhen (Gretchen).
:: Siorb (Squirt).
:: Jordan Zadęty (Jordan Buttsquat).
:: Suzi.
:: Aleksandr Nichov (Dora-nichov).
:: Alif Vaikhanov (Doraikhanov) – My OCs.
:: Muamer Hasanović (Muameremon) – My OCs.
:: Džemaludin Marović – My OCs.
February, 1915
Volhynia…
The Caucasian bandits, led by Alif Vaikhanov, an ethnic Chechen from Dagestan, who was moving from Caucasus Front, were seeking the survivors, and slaughter them all.
"Не позволяйте им жив! УБИВАЙТЕ!" (Do not let them alive! KILL!)
Aleksandr Nichov was shooting to other soldiers whom were lying in the trenches. But then, Alif arrived close to him, and said.
"Я не думаю, стрелять их является правильный выбор, особенно, они по-прежнему лежат в траншею." (I don't think shoot them is a right choice, especially they are still lying in the trench.)
"Они являются Австро-венгерские войска. Мы должны устранить их перед больше неприятностей случается к нам." (They are Austro-Hungarian troops. We should eliminate them before more trouble happen to us.)
"Вы слишком беспокоиться, Ников." (You are too worry, Nichov.)
"Hahaha…"
But when Nichov turned his pistol to kill a soldier who had black hair with a daredevil style, his gun had been stucked. He did not feel satisfied about it.
"Oh come on…"
Meanwhile, other ethnic Ingush, Chechen, Avar, Karachay, Azerbaijani and Circassian warriors kept seeking the survivors. No sounds, no voices, only hunting and hunting, they kept slaughtering the survivors.
"Умирают, собака!" (Die, you dog!)
When they kept killing, a top of Ukrainian women came close to the deaths, and took something from them. They were nurses, and searching for clothes, gadgets and even foods, waters. They spoke Ukrainian, but they could understand Russian.
"Не той, Олена. Я хочу щось краще." (Not that, Yelena. I want something better.)
"У вас є будь-яка ідея?" (Do you have any idea?)
"Не дуже. Росіяни прагнуть залишилися в живих і усунути їх." (Not much. The Russians are seeking the survivors, and eliminate them.)
"Добре. Чи можемо ми зробити це швидко?" (Alright. Can we make it fast?)
Meanwhile, Nichov became mad because his pistol had offically been stucked. So he tried to fix: "Faster, please. Faster…" Alif didn't say anything, except he needed to focus on the Austro-Hungarian lyings. He shouted faster.
"Быстрее каждый! Быстрее, прежде чем австро-венгры вернутся!" (Faster, everyone! Faster before the Austro-Hungarians come back!)
About Nichov, suddenly he found the problem. He smashed it to the ground and it blew the bullet.
"BLAM!"
"What the…" – Alif heard and came back. Nichov hadn't seen okay, because he had missed that guy who was lying like death. Alif arrived closer and spoke to his ear: "You should check your gun, my brother. Hahaha…" But the gun also made the women fear, so Alif yelled:
"Что вы смотрите? УБИРАЙСЯ ОТСЮДА, СЕЙЧАС!" (What are you looking at? GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!)
Those Ukrainian women ran away. They would no longer stay here, so Alif ordered his men fire the Austro-Hungarians quickly before more enemy troops come. Nichov looked to the trenches, and handed on face.
"Oh boy, we will have a lot of job to do."
Then, Nichov shouted: "Хорошо мужчины! Охота закончилась! Оставим до врага!" (Alright men! Hunting is over! Let's leave before the enemy come!) The Russian troops, mostly from Caucasus, had fired the lasts, and got away…