Chapter Seven - The Ship To The Past
The cogs gasped as they saw me, in horrible shape and covered with scratches, on their ship. Wait, how in the world am I on a ship? I quickly blinked and had begun to look around when a cog grabbed me.
"How did you get here!?" The cog growled.
"Oh, you know!" I grinned, attempting to trick the cogs. "I was playing hide and seek until you grabbed the box I was in and threw me here!"
"Hide and seek?" A cold caller asked. "In the City Down Under?" It slowly eyed the skelecog that was holding me and the skelecog gave an invisible sign to it.
This isn't working... I gulped, and thought of another approach. "What's the City Down Under?" I asked, trying to sound as confused as I could.
"This duck is so stupid," The cold caller muttered. "We might as well throw her overboard.
"Hey-"
"Or possibly might make a good experiment," The skelecog wondered. "Yes. Keep her locked in the basement, we can take tests to see if foolish toons can change to follow cogs orders."
I was handed to the cold caller, who threw me into a cage and locked the door. He then walked slowly to the stairs. Before the light disappeared, I took a chance to look where we were. I gasped, because we were flying. A flying ship?
~(Switching to Narrator mode...)~
"Hula?" Dottie called. "Where are you?"
Hula's two friends- or as Hula quoted, best friend and dog (Hula: NAME STEALER!)- had gotten out of the crates, and searched the place they were at.
"Perhaps they got rid of her," Gizzard grinned, and then got slapped by Dottie.
"I'm sure she's OK..." Dottie's ears then perked up as she heard a sound from behind her. "Who's there?" She quickly turned around.
"What is it, Dottie?" Gizzard followed Dottie's eyes.
They both stared at a brown bag, that was moving and growling.
