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Interdroids, the 0th Dimension, Prof. N. Terdimensional, and his minions.
Chapter Two: From Neo to Zero
"Uncle Neo!" a voice called out. Cortex looked up to see that his niece, Nina, had come to
rescue them.
"I'll help you!" she called as she launched herself at the robots. She planted her metal fist onto a
nearby robot's back and... nothing happened.
"What?" she asked, confused. She began to rapidly (but uselessly) punch the robots metallic skin
until she was caught by a net one of the other robots was holding.
"Good," said the robot (let's name him Bob) that Nina was previously punching, "We'll take the
little boy-"
"I'm a girl."
"Right, the little girl and her friends back to our dimension." He pulled out a small control pad and
said, "Now... how do you work this thing?" He pressed a button and a swirling vortex appeared.
A huge tentacle lashed out and pulled in a screaming robot. The vortex closed. One of the robots
got out a trumpet and played the Military Funeral March.
"Well," Bob said, "that didn't work, let's try something else." He pushed another button and a
portal appeared. Out stepped none other than everybody's two favorite parakeets, Victor and
Moritz!
"At last!" Victor called, "We're free from that wretched dimension and free to conquer all the
rest."
"Yep," Moritz added, "We're back and badger than ever!"
"Badger?" Victor asked his pea-brained twin. Moritz pulled out his copy of the script out of
nowhere and flipped through the pages.
"Oops, sorry. There was a coffee stain. I meant badder. Hehe..." Victor slapped his brother
across the face.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, angered.
"I don't know!" his brother replied. He was about to smack Moritz across the face again when he
noticed all the blasters pointed at them.
"Awww, nuts," Victor muttered.
"There's nuts!" Moritz squawked happily.
"Run!" They quickly ran back into the portal before it closed. Bob looked at the control pad and
said, "Maybe we should-," before being cut off by another robot named Rob.
"Give me that," Rob yelled as he snatched the control pad away from Bob.
"I want the control pad!" Bob whined.
"Well too bad."
"Give it!"
"No way!"
"Give it to me!" Rob knocked Bob's head off into space.
Meanwhile in a space station orbiting Earth, Nitrous Oxide was working on his ultimate racing
vehicle.
"Soon," muttered Oxide, "my ultimate racing vehicle will be complete and those fools on Earth
shall bow before me! Nitrous Oxide!" Suddenly, Bob's head bounced in and began ricocheting
off the walls.
"Zam! Zem!" screamed Oxide as he ducked under a table, "Help me!" Then the robotic head
landed on a big, red button.
"Self destruct sequence activated," a computerized voice said, "Have a nice day."
"Why do I always add a self destruct mechanism? Why?" Oxide asked himself.
Back on Earth, Cortex, his minions, and the robots were "Oooo"-ing and "Ahhhhhh"-ing at the
"fireworks display."
"Anyway," said Rob, "let's get moving." He took out the control pad and pressed the correct
button. A portal appeared and they went through.
Cortex looked around to see that they were in a large metallic hall with a huge iron door and
the end. He looked to his left and saw the bandicoots also with robots guiding them.
"N. Gin look!" Cortex whispered to his robotics specialist, "It's those infernal bandicoots!"
"Should we vaporize them Dr. Cortex?" N. Gin asked before laughing insanely.
"Stop having fun!"
"Sorry." As they got closer to the door they saw a mole snoring loudly in a wooden chair. He was
snoring so loud that the whole place was falling apart. In fact, if he snored any louder, the
universe will break apart into little, tiny pieces. His snores were so lou-
"Would you get on with it?" Cortex snapped. Well excuse me Mr. Mad Scientist, someone woke
up on the wrong side of the bed.
"First, I'm a Doctor not a Mister," Cortex answered, "Second, if you keep on going everyone
will get bored and then they won't review!" Fine! Fine! Anyway... he wore dirty, blue overalls
with a red plaid shirt underneath. He also had on brown hiking boots and had a belt with gadgets
and gizmos on it. Around his neck was a large pair of goggles and on his head was a hard hat
with flashlights strapped to each side.
"Mole!" yelled Rob. The mole sprang up.
"Wha! Who! Who's there?" he asked in a high-pitched (but not squeaky) Texan accent.
"It's me. Rob."
"Rob? How can I be sure?"
"Use your goggles."
"My boggles?"
"Your goggles!
"My moggles?"
"YOUR GOGGLES!"
"Oh! My goggles! Why didn't you say so?" He placed the goggles over his eyes and looked
around.
"Excuse me," said Cortex, "but what is your name? I want to know the names of the people I
loathe."
"My name's," the mole started, "Hairy, Hairy Mole. Technical Specialist of the 0th Army."
"Hairy... Mole!" Crunch said.
"Yep," Hairy answered. The captives looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What?" asked Hairy in alarm, "What's so funny?"
"Your... name! Hahahahahaha!" Coco choked out in between laughs. Hairy got really angry.
"I oughta kill you all!" he screamed, "But I can't because my master won't allow it... yet."
After the laughter died down, Hairy let them go through the door. Behind said door was a
huge
circular room with pipes, wires, and hoses that went this way and that way, and computer
screens that were scattered in random areas. In the room was a tall, troll-like creature that was
covered in moss and leaves, a bat (about as tall as Crash) who was wearing a tuxedo and had a
monocle over his eye, a white rat wearing a torn up lab coat and had spectacles on his nose, a
musclebound stag beetle, and a human-sized centipede.
"What is this?" Cortex whispered to his henchmen, "Some kind of freakshow gathering?"
"I heard that," replied the bat in a Transylvanian accent. N. Gin looked up and then gasped in
surprise.
"Dr. Cortex," N. Gin whispered to his employer as he pointed to the ceiling, "look." Up on the
ceiling was something Cortex never thought he would never see again. Up on the ceiling was a
Psychetron.
"Welcome my... er... guests," said a mysterious voice that was coming from the Psychetron, "I
see you have met my Interdroids. I am Professor N. Terdimensional and welcome to the 0th
Dimension." Dramatic music played and Cortex looked around.
"Where did that music come from?" he asked.
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