A/N: Spoilers for "Sonic Colors" here! Yes, I did rip the dialog directly. This is what I imagine happened the first time they tried to film this scene. :P
Also! If anyone here read one of my earlier stories, "Road Trip," there's now a sequel! Brandtskee is writing up a whole new adventure with Shadow and Rouge, called "Road Trip 2: Canadian Adventures." It's looking great so far, so check it out if you're interested! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and Co., or Mountain Dew. Or is that Mtn. Dew?
Sonic had to admit, this crazy interstellar amusement park thing of Eggman's was tolerably cool. In some respects, that is. The rides and shops and restaurants were amazing, and the sushi place he'd just heard about sounded pretty good. The whole "using innocent aliens' energy to power the park and take over the world" thing kind of sucked, though. He was going to have to take this place down, sushi or no sushi, one adrenaline-doused battle at a time. He'd already fought a couple of Eggman's boss-battle robots; they were pretty awesome too.
Suddenly Sonic felt his heartbeat leap into overdrive, his quills tingling with excitement. He could feel it—another boss-level robot was about to appear.
Sure enough, a massive heap of metal suddenly hove ponderously into view. It was shaped like an enormous flying whale, with windows for teeth and droopily lidded eyes that peered down at him semi-menacingly.
Truth be told, for a boss battle, it looked pretty sleepy. And slightly cute.
Ah well, no matter! Sonic twitched with anticipation at the upcoming fight. The prospect of battle always put him in a downright heady mood, like too much coffee followed by two Mountain Dews.
"Hey," he called, unable to resist a few wisecracks. "Did somebody here order a clobbering?"
The giant floating whale moaned whaleishly in reply, its giant eyelids sliding up and down slickly.
"Are you sure? It says somebody ordered an extra-large clobbering topped with everything!"
Another rumbling moan, from the strangely inactive boss robot.
"Hmm. Okay. Tell you what," said Sonic, still caught up in his little spiel. "I can't take this thing back, so I'll give you an extra-large clobbering for—"
Suddenly there was a blurring flurry of blue-green from overhead, accompanied by a brief whiz of rushing air. This was followed by a deafening crash, which was in turn followed by several more deafening crashes. Sonic watched in mute startlement as the boss robot was blown to bits and crumbled to the ground in an avalanche of metal parts. It all took about ten seconds.
Sonic recovered.
"Dude!" he hollered. "Not cool! That was my boss-battle robot!"
Silver emerged from the wreckage, dusting off his hands smartly. A stray drive belt was tangled in his quills.
"Geez. I got bored waiting for you to finish yakking with that thing!"
Sonic scruffed up his quills irately.
"Not cool, man. Not. Cool."