Meanwhile in the city of O-Town, two green, dinosaur-like chameleon guys named Chuck and Leon, were walking to their coffee shop, "Cafe Chameleon". The place opened about a year ago now and is currently doing successfully in business, despite their coffee actually being made with dirty laundry water from socks. But luckily, nobody ever noticed that. O-Town itself, was your average city with traffic and pedestrians, but populated by anthropomorphic animals. There were little to no humans at all, and it was against the law to even bring a human into the city lines. The punishments were 4 years in prison with a fine of $300,000, and worse, possible deportation.
The brothers were of Balzackian/Swedish descent, and they had experience with being locked up in the Balzac Federal Prison for attempts to escape and several counts of treason. They hated being in the big house because of the poor conditions and very little food and water, with the exception of stale bread and water. They never wanted to go back and live the horror that was "federal prison".
Anyway, things were pretty much normal... until that one moment...
"Brother," asked Leon. "Don't you think O-Town is a mundane place? I mean, nobody really does much..."
His brother, Chuck placed his hand on his back. "Not necessarily, you see, everyone is different in their own way. Take Rococo, for example, he won a jackhammering compitition... without the need of glasses!"
"Yeah! Remember that time where us and all of O-Town did a whole musical based off spring cleaning?!" Leon laughed.
"Ooohhh! That was absolutely fabulous!" Chuck squealed, waving his arms in the air. "I can recall the time at the Chrismas party, where Mr. Bighead tripped and fell backwards on his butt! Ha ha ha ha!"
Leon nodded excidedly, "Yes, yeess! I can totally recall that too!"
As the two chameleons were chortling about their most embarassing, but hilarious memories, a blue, 5 pound sack was falling towards them in the sky. Leon, however, was the first one to notice. He stopped cold and looked up at the sky.
"Brother! Brother!" he cried as he pointed at the bag falling towards them. "There's a giant bomb falling from the sky!"
Chuck stopped laughing and began looking around frantically, "What?! WHERE?! WHERE'S THE BOMB?!"
The sack was getting closer and closer, causing the brothers to start screaming as if they were being murdered. Because they were chameleons, they turned a white, almost pale color, expressing a sense of fear and panic.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! IT'S GETTING CLOSER!" they screamed, hugging each other tightly.
It was too late. The sack crashed onto Chuck's back like a person falling off a roller coaster and onto an elephant. The lizard was lying face-down, on the ground, with the sack sitting there on his back. The poor guy was unconscious, with red spirals spinning in his eyes, his skin color was still pale, and his tongue sticking out. Leon watched his brother lie there on the cement, moaning in pain. He was shocked to see his best friend fighting for his life.
"Chuck! Wake up, my brother! PLEEAASEE!" he cried as he shook the knocked out chameleon.
There was no response. Chuck's left eye twitched, then both of his eyes fuse shut. Leon wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and began sobbing uncontrollably.
"CHHHUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" he yelled at the sky, dripping large amounts of tears from his eyes. He opened his mouth and closed it against his brother's lips.
Suddenly, a faint, high-pitched coo was heard from the sack. The chameleon finally woke up from his coma and stared around in awe.
"Huh? What just happened?" Chuck dazed as he scratched his head.
"OOHH, BROTHER! THANK GOSH YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!" Leon cried as he hugged his brother, kissing him a few times. "Oh, by the way, there's blue bag on your back."
Chuck turned his head around to see the sack, which was now moving like a fetus in the womb. Both of the brothers were very confused by the way the bag was moving. The two looked at each other, then the bag.
"You open it, I'm not doing it!" Chuck whimpered, pointing at the sack in fear.
"No, you go open it!" Leon grabbed his hand and placed it on the bag.
The lizard gulped, "Well... Here goes nothing..." He closed his eyes, turning his head away from the blue bag. He slowly touched the bag with both of his hands and pulled the knots off. Inside, it revealed a caucasian, brown-haired baby with green eyes lying there with nothing but a white diaper on. The two chameleons gasp in sight of the infant.
"A BABY?!" the brothers crowed, looking at each other in wonder.
The infant was staring at them helplessly, kicking its tiny, pudgy legs. Chuck, who was already concerned for the little one, scooped it off his back and cradled it protectively in his arms.
"Awwww... We can't leave him all by himself in this big, cruel world... He'll get maimed!" he murmured as he gaped at the tiny baby, who was confused about what was going on at the present second.
"I agree..." Leon said as he stroked the baby's shoulder-length hair. "But we can give him to somebody!"
"Yeah... Maybe Rococo can take care of him!" Chuck agreed as he picked himself off the ground.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find some people!" Leon declared.
The chameleons go and look for new parents to look after the baby, will there be anybody to take care of it? Let's find out!
