Surprise!
Idea by Claws McDonald
What if Modesto was overrun by mutant carrots?
The town of Modesto was quiet. The commotion of Halloween was over abruptly. Now the streets were filled with tiny mutant carrots and in every house, down every street and in many back yards, the citizens of Modesto were also aimlessly wandering around, groaning like zombies.
General Monger and his monsters had also succumbed to the mutant carrots curse, the General was hovering around in his jet pack following the telephone cables. Link was stumbling down a street, bumping into numerous abandoned cars. Dr Cockroach had got his head stuck in a garbage bin and was now repeatedly walking into a wall. Susan was wandering round the outskirts of town and Butterflyosaurus had flown away, unaware of the fate that had befallen her friends.
Only B.O.B, the brainless goo, remained, having no brain meant he was immune. But his fear of carrots had got the better of him and now he was cowering in Farmer Jeb's barn, the farmer was limping through empty fields muttering something about 'teenagers'.
B.O.B sat shaking like a jelly behind a combine harvester. He was sure the mutant carrots wouldn't find him here, but the thought of them finding him wouldn't leave his non-existent mind.
Outside he could hear nothing, maybe they hadn't found him. He had to be sure.
He slid from behind his hiding place and opened the barn door. The place seemed deserted.
"Is anybody out there?" he called.
No one replied.
"Hmm, maybe they didn't hear me. Is anybody out there?" he shouted.
Still no response.
"I'M RIGHT HERE IN THIS BARN! IF THERES NOBODY OUT THERE THEN SAY SO!"
A moment later there was a flicker of green in the distance, followed by numerous calls of ungodly creatures. Then glow got brighter and bigger till the image of the carrot horde became clear. They were all charging towards the barn on their thousands.
"How did they know where I was?" B.O.B said to himself.
He looked around but there was no other way out of the barn, he felt round for a secret door but only succeeded in getting splinters in his squidgy body.
The carrots were bearing down on the barn. B.O.B decided he had to retreat into the combine harvester. He climbed onto the machine and scrambled into the cab, closing the door behind him he looked at all the switches and levers.
"Which one locks the doors?" he fretted.
He began pushing buttons, flicking switches and pulling switches. The combine suddenly roared to life and surged forward. Towards the carrots.
"Uh-oh." They said.
VROOOM! SHREEED! SQUIIISH!
The combine ploughed through the orange wave, slicing the mutant vegetables into tiny chunks. B.O.B, though scared at first, became excited at the result.
"Oh boy! I've found a carrot killing machine!" he beamed.
He grabbed the wheel, thinking it made it go faster, and began spinning it. The combine began charging down various streets, smashing through fences, shredding hedges and clipping cars.
No matter how fast they could run, the carrots would get sucked into the thresher, sliced up and spat out the hopper.
B.O.B was enjoying himself thoroughly, "Booya! Take that, zombie carrots! Uh-huh! Who's your daddy? Who's your dad-Oops!"
He pulled on the brakes as he headed straight for Susan, the combine bumped into her leg and the thresher began ripping up her pant leg. Susan however just swayed back and forth, her eyes burning green and her mouth dribbling.
B.O.B reversed and drove round the giantess, he leaned out the window, "Sorry, Ginormica!" he called back.
The combine had now shredded thousands of carrots all around Modesto, it was like the world's largest lawnmower mowing the world's most orange lawn.
Soon there was only a hundred or so carrots remaining, they had regrouped outside the Murphy house. Hoping to come up with a way to stop the harvester menace that was destroying them.
VROOM! VROOM!
At the other end of the street, engine growling, lights bearing on them, was the combine with the blue monster at the wheel.
B.O.B sat in the driver's seat, the headlights highlighting the carrots in front of the house, his hand twitched at the handbrake like a cowboy at a showdown, "Alright, you vegetable varmint, draw!"
He released the handbrake and the combine roared forward, the carrots stood firm, hoping the blob would play chicken and swerve at the last moment. He didn't…
SHRED!
The combine obliterated the final carrots. B.O.B cheered for his victory of his mortal enemies, before realising he was heading straight for the Murphy's house.
He couldn't stop in time and the combine went straight through the front of the house, the thresher gutting out all the rooms. The engine couldn't take any more and died. The harvester came to a stop, deep inside the house, the roof now resting on top of it.
B.O.B climbed out and patted his machine, "Farewell, dear friend. You were the best zombie vegetable killing machine I ever…Ooh, candy!"
He grabbed all the Halloween candy scattered on the floor and continued where he had left off, scoffing it down.
Soon Monger and the monsters returned, they and all the residents had returned to normal now the curse of the mutant zombie carrot was broken.
"Well done, B.O.B," said Dr Cockroach, "You defeated the carrot invasion once and for all!"
Monger, who looked quite singed from flying into telephone lines, landed next to them, "Fine work, soldier. The vegetable nightmare is finally over."
The house gave way and collapsed around the combine harvester, burying it in wood and ripped Halloween decorations.
"Well, NOW it is!" said Link, rubbing his sore ribs after bashing into numerous cars.
Just then, Susan arrived, a little befuddled at what had happened, "Hey guys, what happened to my pants? They're all ripped and-OH MY GOD! What happened to the house?"
As B.O.B attempted to tell them everything that happened, no one noticed that some green goo had slithered into a flower bed. Seconds later a mutant flower popped out the ground, it cackled and then disappeared into the night.
Yer friends weren't ready for that, eh Claws? Ha!