"Mother and Father... What could you possibly want from me...?" Crusher asked in an annoyed tone.
"The usual," Krisha smirked and aimed the shot gun at his head.
"Of course you're here to kill me..." Crusher sighed, as his chassis bag swung open and built a shield around him.
"Calvin, DESTROY HIS SHIELD!" Krisha yelled at her husband.
"Alright, alright I am..." Calvin grumbled, as he pulled out a sword and charged at Crusher's shield.
Crusher hissed but stood tall as his so-called father slashed the shield as hard as he could. After a couple of slashes, the shield broke into bits and scraps.
"I knew that shield wouldn't last for long, now if you stay still and don't try anything we can get this over with..." Krisha muttered, re-aiming the shot gun directly at Crusher head and putting her tire to the trigger.
Crusher gulped and shut his eyes, waiting for the blow to come. Before it could, however, a familiar voice roared out loud.
"GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!"
"HEY! This mistake doesn't have any siblings, the only sibling he had is dead!" Krisha yelled, whipping around to face the owner of the familiar voice.
"Are you sure about that?" Gasquatch smirked as Diana drove to his side to face them.
"If I'm not mistaken dear, I'm pretty sure that's Wilbur... You know the child that was obsessed with mud and the one we kicked out..." Calvin whispered to his raging wife.
"No… that… THAT CAN'T BE!" Krisha snarled. "WE THOUGHT YOU DEAD! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE LIVING IN THE WILDERNESS?!"
"Grammy helped me, because she actually cares about me. Unlike you two..." Gasquatch explained with a shrug.
"UGH!" Krisha hissed. "Move and I shoot this dark blue brat!"
"Um... Krisha, Crusher's not there anymore, so you can't really shoot him..." Calvin pointed out.
"WHAT?!"
Krisha turned to see the dark blue truck no longer behind her. Instead, he had taken the opportunity to drive off to Pickle's side as the green truck held out his own bazooka.
"Hello, assholes!" Pickle said to Crusher's so-called parents, aiming his bazooka right at Krisha.
"Ugh, the cucumber is here too…" Calvin grumbled.
"My name is Pickle. My name is not cucumber nor am I a cucumber." Pickle corrected. "Now could you kindly back away from my best friend before I make both of you meet Satan."
"You don't scare us." Krisha hissed.
Pickle raised an eyebrow with a dark glare. Calvin gulped.
"Well, he kinda scares me…"
"Oh you've got to be kidding me... How do you let this tiny childlike cucumber scare you?" Krisha asked her husband annoyed.
"Because I've seen him twist a tree with his bare tires," Calvin shuddered.
A chill went up Krisha's spine and she shuddered, after realizing what Pickle was capable of. "Oh..."
"I could twist your husband with my bare tires, if you really wanted me to!" Pickle blurted.
"I don't care if you can to HIM, just don't do it to ME!" Krisha hissed.
"I'll do it to both of you don't leave Crusher and Gasquatch alone." Pickle warned.
"Fine." Krisha snarled and turned away. "but this ISN'T OVER!"
With that, she tossed a smoke bomb and disappeared.