Meanwhile, Skippy had thought up a plan. He used his large squirrel teeth to gnaw away at the gag that gagged him. His upper and lower arms and upper and lower legs were still tied to the chair, though. "This is gonna be a piece of acorn cake," he laughed to himself.
Walter then flung the door open. "You're aunt's never gonna find you!" he laughed. "That note was completely anonymous!"
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Walter, but even if she could find me, she wouldn't."
"What? Why not?"
"Because Aunt Slappy hates me! The only reason she took me in was… well, my mom was her favorite sibling and when she died, she wanted to honor her memory, I guess. She thought I'd be just like her. But when she found the truth, she made me do chores day and night!"
"Well… she'll want you back to do the chores, right?"
"Wrong. She says I'm… expendable." Skippy had learned that word in school and was glad he found a way to use it. Now all Skippy had to do was wait and see if Walter was as gullible as Slappy said he was. If he was, then he might let him go. But if he wasn't…
Skippy breathed a sigh of relief when Walter said, "Of course! Why didn't I figure it out sooner? Slappy couldn't care less about anyone or anything!"
"Right!" cried Skippy triumphantly. "Now let me go."
"No," said the wolf with a snarl, "you've been too much trouble. I think I'll just blow you up." He grabbed a bomb from his pocket, lit it, and threw it at Skippy.
Skippy took a good look at the bomb. The fuse was very long and slow to burn. Skippy bent down his head, picked up the bomb in his mouth, and flung his head back, then forward, so that the bomb flew towards Walter.
BOOM!
"Ouch," moaned Walter. Then he glared at Skippy. "Why you-"
"Just a minute, Walter," said Skippy. "I know what your problem is. And I can help you."
"You can?" asked Walter.
"Yeah, but you'll need to untie my arms."
Walter looked a little suspicious, but obediently untied Skippy's arms. Skippy reached into his pocket. "You need short fused bombs. Here, try it out."
Walter eagerly snatched the bomb from the young squirrel and lit it. "Wow, that really is-"
BOOM!
"Alright, that was blackmail!" cried Walter, burnt to a crisp.
"No, you're doing it wrong. Give me a match and I'll show you."
"Here! Take it!" cried Walter, throwing him a match. Skippy caught it in his teeth.
"What you have to do," he explained, taking a bomb out, "is throw it almost immediately after you light it. Watch." Skippy lit the match, lit the bomb, and immediately threw it at Walter.
BOOM!
Walter stumbled backwards in pain. "That's it, you little son of a-"
"Don't you dare insult my mother!"
"-I've had just about enough from you." He grabbed one of his own bombs (with a long fuse, you know) and some rope. He sloppily retied Skippy's lower arms to the chair, lit the bomb, and placed it under the chair. "Long fuse or not, there's no way you're getting out of this one!"
Skippy closed his eyes, as if in deep thought. Actually, he was petrified with fear, but he didn't want Walter to know that. How could he get out of this one? What would Aunt Slappy do?
Skippy opened his eyes. He slouched in his chair slightly. Then finally, in a bored sort of voice, he said, "Hey Walter, you forgot to light it."
"I did not!"
"Did to. See for yourself."
As Walter knelt down to investigate, Skippy, using all his strength, managed to hop a couple of feet away.
Of course, no fuse is TOO long.
BOOM!
"Mommy, make it stop," whimpered the unlucky wolf.
DING-DONG!
"Doorbell," announced Skippy. "But I wouldn't get it if I were you. It's probably one of my helpers, here to rescue me with even more bombs."
Walter gave a cry of fright but still had enough courage to slink to the door and open it.
"Good evenin', Walter," greeted Slappy, tossing a bomb up and down in her right paw.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE HIM BACK! I DON'T CARE ABOUT BLOWING YOU OR HIM UP! JUST GET THIS MONSTER OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
"Stop yellin', that's what I'm here for." Slappy opened her purse and searched through it. "Damn, I thought I had it with me! Walter, do you have a knife? I need to cut Skippy out of his bindings."
"Whatever you say!" cried Walter, running to the kitchen. He scrambled back out with a large butcher knife.
Slappy's eyes grew a bit wider with mild surprise. "Hmm, that'll do." She cut Skippy's ropes off very quickly. She then grabbed his wrist and said, "See ya later," to Walter, and dashed away from the house.
"Aunt Slappy," panted Skippy, trying to keep up with his aunt, "why are we running so fast?"
"Because I put a-"
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
The force of the explosion from Walter's house was so great Skippy and Slappy were blasted in the air for a few seconds, then hit the ground and shielded their heads to protect them from the flying debris.
Once the noise had quieted down some, Slappy finished her sentence. "I put a very small yet very powerful bomb on his knife. It's so small, ya can't even see it unless ya know what ta look fer."
"Will it kill him?"
"Oh no, of course not. I don't kill." Slappy grinned. "It will hurt him, though."
The two squirrels stood up and dusted themselves off. "Let's go home," said Slappy. "Look how low the sun is. I'm gettin tired."
"You were right," said Skippy. "Walter IS a pushover."
"Wasn't it obvious?" laughed Slappy.
"He was so gullible. I only had to actually use my own bombs twice."
"You mean MY bombs."
"Ooohhhh…"
"Skippy, when we get home, there's gonna be hell ta pay."
"So you actually went through all that trouble, just ta rescue me?"
"Trouble? It was no trouble at all. Besides, yer werth it." Slappy gave Skippy an affectionate smile.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And by the way, gimme the rest of my bombs back."
Skippy and Slappy. The two squirrels that dominated over all. And Skippy couldn't have felt better. He had successfully defeated a foe single-handedly! Well, almost single-handedly. And his Aunt Slappy actually liked him!
His mom would sure be proud of him!
THE END
Walter then flung the door open. "You're aunt's never gonna find you!" he laughed. "That note was completely anonymous!"
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Walter, but even if she could find me, she wouldn't."
"What? Why not?"
"Because Aunt Slappy hates me! The only reason she took me in was… well, my mom was her favorite sibling and when she died, she wanted to honor her memory, I guess. She thought I'd be just like her. But when she found the truth, she made me do chores day and night!"
"Well… she'll want you back to do the chores, right?"
"Wrong. She says I'm… expendable." Skippy had learned that word in school and was glad he found a way to use it. Now all Skippy had to do was wait and see if Walter was as gullible as Slappy said he was. If he was, then he might let him go. But if he wasn't…
Skippy breathed a sigh of relief when Walter said, "Of course! Why didn't I figure it out sooner? Slappy couldn't care less about anyone or anything!"
"Right!" cried Skippy triumphantly. "Now let me go."
"No," said the wolf with a snarl, "you've been too much trouble. I think I'll just blow you up." He grabbed a bomb from his pocket, lit it, and threw it at Skippy.
Skippy took a good look at the bomb. The fuse was very long and slow to burn. Skippy bent down his head, picked up the bomb in his mouth, and flung his head back, then forward, so that the bomb flew towards Walter.
BOOM!
"Ouch," moaned Walter. Then he glared at Skippy. "Why you-"
"Just a minute, Walter," said Skippy. "I know what your problem is. And I can help you."
"You can?" asked Walter.
"Yeah, but you'll need to untie my arms."
Walter looked a little suspicious, but obediently untied Skippy's arms. Skippy reached into his pocket. "You need short fused bombs. Here, try it out."
Walter eagerly snatched the bomb from the young squirrel and lit it. "Wow, that really is-"
BOOM!
"Alright, that was blackmail!" cried Walter, burnt to a crisp.
"No, you're doing it wrong. Give me a match and I'll show you."
"Here! Take it!" cried Walter, throwing him a match. Skippy caught it in his teeth.
"What you have to do," he explained, taking a bomb out, "is throw it almost immediately after you light it. Watch." Skippy lit the match, lit the bomb, and immediately threw it at Walter.
BOOM!
Walter stumbled backwards in pain. "That's it, you little son of a-"
"Don't you dare insult my mother!"
"-I've had just about enough from you." He grabbed one of his own bombs (with a long fuse, you know) and some rope. He sloppily retied Skippy's lower arms to the chair, lit the bomb, and placed it under the chair. "Long fuse or not, there's no way you're getting out of this one!"
Skippy closed his eyes, as if in deep thought. Actually, he was petrified with fear, but he didn't want Walter to know that. How could he get out of this one? What would Aunt Slappy do?
Skippy opened his eyes. He slouched in his chair slightly. Then finally, in a bored sort of voice, he said, "Hey Walter, you forgot to light it."
"I did not!"
"Did to. See for yourself."
As Walter knelt down to investigate, Skippy, using all his strength, managed to hop a couple of feet away.
Of course, no fuse is TOO long.
BOOM!
"Mommy, make it stop," whimpered the unlucky wolf.
DING-DONG!
"Doorbell," announced Skippy. "But I wouldn't get it if I were you. It's probably one of my helpers, here to rescue me with even more bombs."
Walter gave a cry of fright but still had enough courage to slink to the door and open it.
"Good evenin', Walter," greeted Slappy, tossing a bomb up and down in her right paw.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE HIM BACK! I DON'T CARE ABOUT BLOWING YOU OR HIM UP! JUST GET THIS MONSTER OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
"Stop yellin', that's what I'm here for." Slappy opened her purse and searched through it. "Damn, I thought I had it with me! Walter, do you have a knife? I need to cut Skippy out of his bindings."
"Whatever you say!" cried Walter, running to the kitchen. He scrambled back out with a large butcher knife.
Slappy's eyes grew a bit wider with mild surprise. "Hmm, that'll do." She cut Skippy's ropes off very quickly. She then grabbed his wrist and said, "See ya later," to Walter, and dashed away from the house.
"Aunt Slappy," panted Skippy, trying to keep up with his aunt, "why are we running so fast?"
"Because I put a-"
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
The force of the explosion from Walter's house was so great Skippy and Slappy were blasted in the air for a few seconds, then hit the ground and shielded their heads to protect them from the flying debris.
Once the noise had quieted down some, Slappy finished her sentence. "I put a very small yet very powerful bomb on his knife. It's so small, ya can't even see it unless ya know what ta look fer."
"Will it kill him?"
"Oh no, of course not. I don't kill." Slappy grinned. "It will hurt him, though."
The two squirrels stood up and dusted themselves off. "Let's go home," said Slappy. "Look how low the sun is. I'm gettin tired."
"You were right," said Skippy. "Walter IS a pushover."
"Wasn't it obvious?" laughed Slappy.
"He was so gullible. I only had to actually use my own bombs twice."
"You mean MY bombs."
"Ooohhhh…"
"Skippy, when we get home, there's gonna be hell ta pay."
"So you actually went through all that trouble, just ta rescue me?"
"Trouble? It was no trouble at all. Besides, yer werth it." Slappy gave Skippy an affectionate smile.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And by the way, gimme the rest of my bombs back."
Skippy and Slappy. The two squirrels that dominated over all. And Skippy couldn't have felt better. He had successfully defeated a foe single-handedly! Well, almost single-handedly. And his Aunt Slappy actually liked him!
His mom would sure be proud of him!
THE END
