A/N: Just wanted to say a huge thank you once again to everyone who's been reviewing, following, favoriting, etc. And an especially big thanks to those who have been reviewing repeatedly! It's always awesome hearing from all of you. Wielkie dzięki! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and Co.
And I sincerely hope this chapter doesn't give anyone any ideas! :P
Sonic and his friends were not a crew it was wise to mess with. That didn't just apply to regular combat, either.
On this particular day, it was pouring rain on Mobius. The wind was howling, and an occasional flash of lightning rendered the outdoors unsafe for those few maniacs who considered braving the rain. Everyone was stuck indoors, except Knuckles, who was hunched stubbornly under the Master Emerald and wrapped up in an exceedingly large raincoat. He was a tough little guy; weather like this was a mere bagatelle to him.
At Cream's house, a visiting Amy had to prolong her stay more than expected. She and Cream were trying to teach themselves how to needlepoint when the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" said Amy, knowing that Mrs. Rabbit was taking a nap. She picked up the phone. "Hello, Rabbit residence!"
"Hello?" said an unfamiliar voice at the other end. " 'Scuse me ma'am, is your refrigerator running?"
Amy considered, then scowled.
"Ohhhhh, well thank you for asking! Thanks! My fridge has NOT been running, for the last three days, which is also how long ago I called you for maintenance! And now, when everything inside it is completely spoiled, you have the guts to call and ask if it's running? Well, thank you, sir! Thank you very much!"
"Uhhh . . . " the voice at the other end of the line sounded somewhat lost.
"Get over here and fix the fridge, or I'll get over there and fix you!" warned Amy, and hung up with a vengeance. Cream looked at her with wide eyes.
"What was that for, Miss Amy? Our refrigerator is working just fine! Is yours broken?"
"No, mine is fine too," said Amy, sitting down and picking up her needlepoint. "The guy was prank calling. I've heard of that one—they call and ask if your fridge is running, and when you say yes, they tell you to go catch it."
"Oh," said Cream. She considered. "That was pretty clever of you, Miss Amy."
"Thanks," said Amy, just a little smugly.
Elsewhere, Blaze's phone was ringing.
"Congratulations!" sang the voice on the other end of the line. "You've just won three hundred dollars!"
Blaze blinked.
"From whom?"
"The Central City Secondary Book Club!"
"I'm sorry, that's quite impossible," said Blaze.
"No ma'am, it's the truth! You're our lucky winner!"
"I think not."
"Believe me, ma'am! How would you like to receive your prize?"
"In person, if you don't mind," said Blaze acerbically. "I'm very puzzled as to who gave you permission to give out prizes."
"The president of the Central City Secondary Book Club, of course!"
"I'm the president of the Central City Secondary Book Club."
Silence on the other end of the line.
"Good day," said Blaze, and hung up.
Silver had gotten a grocery-store cell phone a few days ago, just for the sake of having a mobile number; somehow, that mobile number was already known.
"Do not try to hide!" intoned his first-ever caller. "We know where you are!"
"Thank goodness," said Silver wearily. "Because I have no clue where I am myself."
"Wait, what?"
"I've been lost for three hours now. Which way to Wawel?"
"Uh . . . "
"Nevermind, I see a signpost!" said Silver, and hung up.
Unfortunately, the signpost wasn't in any language he recognized.
"Darn," he muttered. "I forgot to get that guy's number to call him back . . . "
Team Dark's shared G.U.N. cell phone really shouldn't have been accessible to the average Joe, but somehow the prank caller got a hold of their number too. Shadow answered.
"You have seven days left to live!" declared the voice on the other end of the line. Shadow blinked.
"What?"
"Seven days," repeated the voice menacingly.
"I'm immortal, you idiot!"
" . . . Oh."
"You want to talk to him, I think," said Shadow, tossing the phone to Omega.
Five minutes later, Sonic was picking up his phone.
"Hello?" whispered the voice on the other end of the line. "Is this the Society for Those With Oversensitive Eardrums?"
"No, but I get that a lot," said Sonic cheerfully. "You probably dialed a seven instead of a four."
"Um—"
"Don't worry, happens all the time!" said Sonic. "We're a laundromat. Wanna try the dry cleaning special?"
"Uhhh—"
"Or can I interest you in a nice fresh lobster? It turned up on the doorstep this morning, with a little 'please adopt me' tag."
Whoever the caller was, he hung up in dismay. Sonic chuckled resignedly, but sighed.
"Don't worry, Snippy." He patted the despondent-looking lobster on the head. "We'll find a home for you soon, I promise."
They never did find out who was making the calls, but it didn't really matter. Whoever it was evidently realized very quickly that crank calling the Sonic crew was a mistake.
A/N: By the way, Marine eventually adopted that lobster. And Silver did reach Wawel, but unfortunately his services were no longer needed. Can anyone guess what he was going to Wawel for?