Well, even though I've already got a story started, I thought, 'Hey! Why not make a collection of side stories honoring two of my favorite Sonic characters! Mighty and Ray!?' And thus, this was born. All these stories are meant to be taken very light hearted, and will be updated whenever I have a creative spurt and a bit of humor. (That's never really funny.) Also, these aren't as edited as my others, so there may be a bunch of grammer mistakes.

Mighty and Ray © To Sega and the Sonic Team/Archie.

-ENJOY!-

A loud snore echoed around the sandy walls of the cave the two travelers had decided to make a temporary home, bouncing from one side to another. Ray lay on his sleeping bag, his left eye twitching, and his body trembling from the night's sleep (or lack there of). "How can Mighty not wake himself up?!" The yellow flying squirrel demanded, annoyed with his eye's various spasms.

As if to answer this question, Mighty, on his own sleeping bag, rolled over and snorted, one eye half opening. "Ray… Quit snorin'. You're too loud, and it's to earlier."

"WHAT?!" Infuriated, Ray stood up and made his way over to Mighty, "You fat-ass git! You're the one snoring!" He roared, lack of sleep making the mild mannered squirrel very agitated. Pulling back his foot, he aimed a kick at Mighty. "You're sleeping out side for the rest of the morning!"

Mighty squeaked and rolled into a ball just before the kick was delivered, and bounced out the cave's exit like a soccer ball, followed by a heavy splash, and a loud crashing noise. Ray tipped his head in confusion as to what may have caused the noise, but quickly shrugged it off, walking over to Mighty's sleeping bag and tossing out the cave's mouth after it's owner. After doing so, the squirrel walked to his own bag and curled up like a cat, hugging a patched up chao plushie named Yoshi. (Possibly their reason for being castaway characters)

Out side, however, Mighty was lying within the mess of a large beaver dam near the river only a hundred yards away from the cave's mouth. "Oooooiiihhh… I can't believe he called me a fat-ass and kicked me out of the cave." He moaned, dizzy from his little ride. Unawere of the beavers approaching him, he let his head rest back on a log and closed his eyes.

"Hey you!" One wearing a construction helmet roared. "What'd you do to our dam?!"

"Damn?" Mighty questioned, bewildered.

"Yeah, the dam in the water." Snapped another, lugging a huge log on his shoulder. "We gon' have to start all over 'gain!"

"Oh, you mean a beaver dam!" Mighty looked suddenly enlightened, only to wilt beneath the gaze of several stern beavers.

"You think thas funny, punk?" The one with the construction helmet demanded.

"Somewhat, yes." Mighty answered, then hit himself on the head for his stupid choice of words.

"We'll see how funny it is when you get a little roughed up, armadillo-man!" Shouted one with a tool belt around her waist.

"Armadillo… man?" Raising an eyebrow, it took Mighty another few minutes to get that he was just threatened. "Whoa! Wait what?!" Panicked, Mighty started hollering for his friend, a pummeling unavoidable due to his position in the mass of logs. "RAY! RAY! Get out here and help me will you?!" He demanded, confused six-ways-to-Sunday. As he called out, the only response was a sleeping bag in the face.

"Damn."

Inside the cave Ray slept dreamfully, like nothing in the world mattered. Talking in his sleep, he mumbled, "Damn it Migthy!"