Danny: I'm back! So a lot of wonderful people asked me if I was going to continue Question's of Sorts, I don't know. It was originally a oneshot but…Anyway so you know the scene in Race for the Hippo Disk where Zack wants the disks in trade for Hipster? Imagine something similar to that, later in the series. Rate and Review plz! Also send ideas for stories!
The wind howled across the barren African savannah. The moon sat high in the sky, like a king on a throne in front of his subjects. The stars sparkled like glitter against the black sky. Nocturnal animals started to crawl out of their dens and burrows, looking around for their next meal.
Aviva, Chris, and Martin stood next to the Tortuga, softly smiling.
"And then when Wickett was about to get caught, Streak zoomed in and-WHERE'S WICKETT?!" Martin yelled, franticly looking around for the small cheetah cub.
Chris froze, then tried to spot the cub in the moonlight, "I d-"
"Missing something Wild Ratts?!" Zach Varmitech's annoyingly high pitched voice sneered. The group of three spun around.
"ZACH!" Martin yelled, glaring at the man.
Zach sat atop a Zachbot with one next to it, holding a small furry object. The fuzzball softly mewed a frightened meow as a bright red blade extended from the robot's arm.
"Wickett!" Martin yelled and tried to run towards the cheetah cub but was stopped short by Chris grabbing the back of his creature power suit.
"What do you want Zach," Chris yelled, the annoyance in his voice clear as day.
"Oh just a small trade," Zach replied.
"What kind?!" Aviva asked, crossing her arms.
"One creature power disk and one member of your crew," Zach replied, glancing at his nails as the Zachbot moved the blade closer to Wickett's neck.
"NO W-" Aviva screamed.
"I'll do it. He can have the Thomson's Gazelle power disk that's in my suit and I'll go. In return he gives us Wickett," Chris interrupted.
Zach smirked at the young adults courage.
"NO WAY! You're my baby brother! Nothing is going to happen to you! It's my job to protect you!" Martin objected.
"No! Zach isn't touching those disks! They're my lifes work!" Aviva screamed at the two brothers.
The Zachbot inched the blade close to the cubs neck.
"Clocks ticking!" Zach sang from his perch.
Chris stared at the ground, faking surrender to his brothers words as his hand slowly made its way towards one of his pockets. Faster than a viper he yanked a device from his pocket and chucked it at the ground. As soon as the object hit it erupted in a ball of bright green light.
"I'm sorry!" Chris whispered.
When the light cleared Wickett sat in the youngest Kratt's place.
"No!" Martin screamed looking around the dark Savannah furiously.
The oldest Kratt brother walked over to Wicket and picked her up, "We'll find you Chris. Even if it's the last thing I do, and that's a promise." He whispered, his voice traveling across the dark savannah.
Danny: AND THAT'S IT! This is a oneshot so it will not be continued. It might though if enough people yell at me to continue it though… Anyway, I got the name Wickett from my cat who passed away in October, if you guys were wondering where that name came from. It's also from Star Wars but I like the first reason better. Umm….IDK if there's anything left to say really...great now I have to go do homework:( I wrote the story cause I didn't want to finish math soo, have a good day!
-Danny ;)