"Ah, it's another good day to be king Boom," yawned Brady as he stretched. "Sure is bro," said Boomer walking up beside him and sitting down on the thrown (pardon my spelling). "Morning? Its 12:00, noon," said Makayla marching up to them with her arms crossed. "Oh come on Makayla, it's not like it's that late," said Brady putting his arm over her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and used his arm to flip him on the floor.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I have to welcome the new guards that are coming in," she said turning for the door. "New guards? Are they replacing ya'll?" asked Boomer. "No, but since you two bozo's can not stay away from the Dark Side for more than 5 minutes, we had to bring in specialized guards from the United States of America. They're called, uh, Bad Company if memory serves," said Makayla. "Bad Company? What kinda name is that?" asked Brady standing up. "The kind you get when you track record speaks for itself on how bad a-" began Makayla. "I'd suggest watching your mouth young lady," said a deep voice belonging to Papa Squach himself, Mason.
"Yes Daddy," sighed Makayla. "Hey what is that sound?" asked Brady. "I don't know, it sounds like an airplane," said Boomer as they walked outside to find a Hercules C-130 flying toward the island. "Looks like our new guards have arrived," said Mason as people started jumping out of the plane and opening parachutes. "Everyone move back," said Makayla as the men turned to land right in front of the castle. They seemed to all hit the ground and release their 'chutes at the same time. Then the man in front turned to the rest of them. "Company, attention!" said the apparent leader causing them to put their feet together and stand rigid as a board.
He then turned on heel and walked over, just as rigid as the others. He stopped in front of them and snapped his hand up to his temple, bent the elbow and angling slightly forward towards the ground. He then snapped his hand down and said to Makayla in a very stern, slightly elevated voice, "Bad Company reporting for duty mam." She looked around then pointed to herself and asked if he was talking to her. "Yes mam, we are under your orders," he said. They saw that they were all dressed in straight black uniforms with black matte Masterkey M-16's with shotgun attachment, black frame sunglasses with orange non-see through lenses, black backpacks, and black side holsters containing silver Colt 1911 automatics.
"Hang on, there must be some kinda mistake," said Makayla. "No mistake mam, we were told to follow your orders and I do not plan to disobey my commands," he said. "Well, things just got a heck of a lot more interesting," sight Makayla.