Horrors vs. Wonders
Have you ever met BOB? If you've ever seen him on the street, or said hi as you walked past, he most likely considers you one of his best friends. If you haven't, well you must be a friend he just hasn't made yet.
It doesn't really matter that he's brainless and is usually the last to figure out anything, because for some reason people still love him. But why do they love him so much if he's that stupid?
It's because he has a big heart, and that's more than you can say about most people, however smart.
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Everyone around the camp gasped, except for the snail (snails can't gasp, of course. But giant butterflies can). BOB looked as if he would faint.
"What are we going to do?" he asked Cockroach.
"I," Cockroach started to reply. "I don't know"
"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Link said in a low voice. He turned to face the others. "We're going to get back there, find the bombs, and we're going to take them down!"
"But how are we going to get back?" BOB asked with a wide eye.
"I can help you with that," said General W. R. Monger from behind them.
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General W. R. Monger was always a tough nut. He'd fought wars, captured monsters, and recently played a role in saving the Earth. Even more recently, he had managed to get across the border undetected during a national emergency.
His greatest accomplishment was helping the monsters held in area fifty...
Sorry. I almost slipped. Just woke up.
Anyway, his greatest accomplishment was helping the monsters fight off Gallaxhar, the insane alien who had recently tried to kill off the human race and repopulate Earth with his own clones. Monger had been so happy he could've cried, if he hadn't lost his tear guts in the war...
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Monger studied the group of shocked monsters, standing solidly as a statue the whole time.
Ginormica was the first to recover. "How did you get here, General?"
"I'll tell you later. Right now, I need you to come with me back to America."
They loaded onto the giant plane. All except for Insecto and the Snail. Insecto could fly back but Snail was going to have to wait until a plane large enough for him could be secured. "Don't worry," Monger said to the snail before they departed. "I called the Paris PD. Told em' not to shoot at you."
With that our heroes were off, and after a few hours and one loooong bathroom break when they got back (Monger wouldn't stop along the way), they were back in the states and ready for action. Or, so they thought.
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The amazing thing about the President of the United States is his bravery, or, more accurately, his ability too keep a cool head in stressful situations.
For example, when the alien robot sent by our favorite alien landed on American soil, the President was the first to step to close too it. Even when the robot tried to kill him, he responded not by screaming, but by shooting with the rest of his army until the Secret Service had too literally carry him onto a chopper. He kept a cool head in every situation.
But even though he remained calm, he knew what he could and could not do. He could fearlessly approach a giant alien robot. He could lead a country during an extraterrestrial attack. He could not, however, stop every nuclear missile the military had.
Now THAT was a stressful prospect. He turned to his favorite way of relieving stress. He grabbed a cup of Joe, then turned to Wilson.
"Willson, fire somebody!"
"Yes sir, Mr. President."
The president gulped down his coffee. Ah, much better.
Dun dun dunnnn...
Awhile ago.
"Who wants to freeze my head?" asked the President. He looked around for any volunteers. There were no takers.
Everyone started talking at once. "If those things reach a populated area, there will be a major catastrophe!" "We need out top scientific minds on this. Get India on the phone."
"Mr. President, it's dire times like these I stop and ask myself, what would Oprah do?"
As always, Monger was the one to come up with the best solution. As always, it involved monsters.
The President jumped on the idea.
So Monger was sent to retrieve the monsters. Meanwhile, the president and his 'advisers' (cough, nerds, cough) stayed and tried to delay the missile launch.
The President was now on his fifth cup of coffee and had fired at least three people. He was just about ready to quit. "Oh, hang it all! What's the point?" He was going to grab yet another cup of coffee when he heard a cheer go up.
"They're here! The monsters have arrived!"