I do not own the two sets of characters involved. I'm just using them in a dry humor parody.

Also, to anyone who might be reading, I would recommend reading it to yourself with a British accent.

August 13th, 1:18 AM, Shortcake City

She was bored. Here she was, the great Spy Raisin Cane, and she was stuck here guarding a stupid vehicle depot! She had better things to do, gosh darn it. She could be cooking, or cleaning, or making pies, or slaughtering enemies of the state, but no! She had to guard a flipping truck stop. She sat down in a folding chair, and started reading a Cooking Light magazine. While she was reading, she did not notice a shadow move in the alleyways. When the shadow had to dash across the well lit area of the lamp post, she looked up, but it was long gone. She shook her head and went back to reading.

Ozone shook his head and silently berated himself. He almost let the guard see him! He needed to more careful. He crept around and behind the guard. She was sitting in a chair, reading a magazine! how unprofessional of her. A rookie mistake. Well, Ozone was here to, correct, that mistake. In his ear piece, Archer said

"She's zoned out. There are no other guards around either. You're clear." Ozone nodded to himself, and crept forward towards the guard, garroting wire at hand.

Raisin Cane was just sitting there, calmly reading, when her radio came on. It was her superior, Lemonberrykin.

"Raisin Cane! Raisin Cane!" Raisin Cane sighed and raised the radio to her mouth.

"Yes Lemon Berrykin? What is it?"

"The guard shifts in 1 hour. Just to let you know."

"Woo-hoo. Thanks."

"Welcome." She set the radio down and resumed reading her magazine. As she was reading, she didn't notice a string pass in front of her eyes, until it was too late. It tightened around her neck, and suddenly she couldn't breathe! She struggled and struggled, but to no avail. Her vision started to black out. her struggles got weaker and weaker. After twenty more seconds of it, she finally slumped down, dead. Ozone withdrew the garroting wire and said

"Tango down." Soap, Meat, and Roach crept out of the shadows of the alleyway, rifles at the ready. The each grabbed a gasoline tank, and started dousing the trucks. Meat shook his head, and muttered to himself

"It is a shame. We have to waste these fine trucks." Roach heard and nodded in agreement. Soap was down dousing his truck, when he noticed something. A very fine truck. Four doors, and a large flatbed. He recognized the truck, and its top speed was 120 mph. A perfect get away truck! He climbed into the driver's seat, and started it up. he drove it into a nearby garage, and he shut the door. He kept the keys. Roach came up to him, and asked

"What was that about?"

"It's a getaway car, mate."

"Oh. Yeah. Hey, where are Ghost and Chemo?" As soon as he said that, a resounding boom went out across the city. Soap looked at the explosion, and then back at Roach.

"There you go mate." He raised his voice. "Alright! Ghost and Chemo should have their attention for the next few minutes, so let's get cracking! Douse those trucks, come on!"

August 13th, 1:27 AM, Shortcake City. Strawberry's quarters.

Strawberry was sleeping soundly, having good dreams about executing the former defense secretary. She almost had the president, but the slippery weasel slipped away. She licked her lips in anticipation. Suddenly, a resounding boom shocked her awake, and she rolled off the bed and had her pistol up in an instant! Suddenly, someone knocked on her door! Who dared knock, on HER DOOR? She yelled

"I do not care! Go away!"

"But my lord! One of the weapon depot s have been sabotaged!" She was up and out of her bed in an instant.

"What happened!"

"No one knows my lord!" She was dressed in her combat fatigues and had her pistol strapped on in an instant. She slammed the door open, and shocked the Shortcake standing outside. It was Peppermint Fizz.

"You better find out what happened. Quick!"

"Yes my lord!" She scurried away. Strawberry stormed off to the War Room.

August 13th, 1:41 AM, Shortcake City

Archer was sitting on top of a rooftop, looking out at the city below him. He could see several squads of tangos running towards the blown weapons depot. He thought about maybe taking one or two out, but decided against it. He called up Soap on his radio. "Soap, I have eyes on several squads of tangos. They are running towards the weapons depot. You are clear to move, over."

"Roger that Archer. Keep me posted. Out." Archer settled down and sighted down his rifle scope. He could see most of the city down there. It was a beautiful sight. Or, it would be, if there weren't piles of bodies on every street corner. He shook his head in disgust. While scanning the streets, he saw an enemy patrol moving towards the team. He grabbed his radio.

"Soap. You have a patrol of three tangos moving towards you. I recommend not engaging, over."

"Roger Archer." Archer kept his sights on the patrol. It was three of the Shortcakes. They were walking through the streets, occasionally kicking bodies around. Archer cursed at them under his breath. he hated this. As he was watching them, one of them looked down an alleyway, and walked down it. She returned a few seconds later, holding a young boy by the arm. She started shaking him, and hitting him. They all started laughing. Archer shook with anger. He didn't know whether to engage or not, but he made up his mind when one of them shot at the boy's feet. He put the crosshairs over her ehad, and pulled the trigger.

Mint Berrykin was holding the boy and laughing raucously while Frosty Puff shot at his feet. Suddenly, Frosty Puffs head exploded! Mint Beryykin instantly had her AK up and was scanning the streets. Next to her, Tangerina Torta was spraying the rooftops when a bullet slammed into her throat, and she flew back. Mint Berrykin tried to run away towards the alley, but barely took a step when a bullet impacted on her head, and suddenly everything was black.

Archer smiled with grim satisfaction as he took down the three tangos. When they were all dead, he smiled as the boy ran off. Archer hailed Soap on the radio.

"Soap. I just took out three tangos. Letting you know."

"Really? Alright, good job. Where you spotted?"

"They were going to execute a civilian."

"Ahh. Ok. keep me posted, again."

"Roger."