"Yes! A Toaster!" Megavolt growled, leaning over the counter. The
young hawk behind the desk, sighed, and looked Megavolt straight in the
eyes.
"I think you're brain's been fried."
"More times than you can imagine.." Bushroot added helpfully from behind Megavolt. The hawk began laughing.
"And he's got the hair to prove it!" He slammed his fist into the counter, laughing. He stopped abruptly. "No, there is no toaster here." Megavolt's jaw dropped.
"Why you little!" He leapt onto the counter, but before he could do anything, Bushroot reached up, and grabbed his lab coat, pulling him back to the ground.
"A fight! Finally, some action!" The trio turned as a stark white crane and a crew of about fifteen ran over.
"Ok, three, two... one.." The wolf behind the camera indicated to the crane, who'd situated himself in front of the three.
"Hello, I'm Johnston, St. Canard's very own, live at B.A.B.Z where an employee is being brutally attacked by two..." He turned slowly to look at Bushroot and Megavolt, then back to his camera. "Two horribly clad men searching for a toaster."
"Hey! I beg to differ, I'm fine.." The hawk said, jumping from over the counter to stand with Bushroot and Megavolt.
"No you're not son, he could've beaten you senseless..." Johnston said, smiling at the camera. His crew nodded. The hawk turned to Bushroot, who turned to Megavolt.
"Prepare to be re-wired!" He said, and lifted his hands, only to let them fall back to his side in embarrassment. "Eheh... I forgot my battery.." He said, and shrugged.
"Get 'em boys!" Bushroot said, lifting his hands into the air. The group looked around.. but nothing happened.
"Oh, way to go. Who do you two think you are, Bushroot and Megavolt?" Johnston said, cackling. His crew was silent. "Ahem," He gave them glares, and then they too were laughing.
"Um, is there a problem, Bushy?" Megavolt said, turning to look at Bushroot, who was smiling smugly.
"Nope." He pointed to the large cloud of smoke in the distance. Suddenly, the laughing stopped as thunder was heard, only it wasn't exactly thunder. Johnston's crew turned around, and their eyes got as big as saucers as they saw the stampede of green things headed their way. They screamed, and leapt out of the way, as did the hawk, Bushroot and Megavolt. Leaving Johnston, with huge eyes and a drooping mike, in the way.
"This concludes our broadcast..." He muttered as he was trampled.
"I think you're brain's been fried."
"More times than you can imagine.." Bushroot added helpfully from behind Megavolt. The hawk began laughing.
"And he's got the hair to prove it!" He slammed his fist into the counter, laughing. He stopped abruptly. "No, there is no toaster here." Megavolt's jaw dropped.
"Why you little!" He leapt onto the counter, but before he could do anything, Bushroot reached up, and grabbed his lab coat, pulling him back to the ground.
"A fight! Finally, some action!" The trio turned as a stark white crane and a crew of about fifteen ran over.
"Ok, three, two... one.." The wolf behind the camera indicated to the crane, who'd situated himself in front of the three.
"Hello, I'm Johnston, St. Canard's very own, live at B.A.B.Z where an employee is being brutally attacked by two..." He turned slowly to look at Bushroot and Megavolt, then back to his camera. "Two horribly clad men searching for a toaster."
"Hey! I beg to differ, I'm fine.." The hawk said, jumping from over the counter to stand with Bushroot and Megavolt.
"No you're not son, he could've beaten you senseless..." Johnston said, smiling at the camera. His crew nodded. The hawk turned to Bushroot, who turned to Megavolt.
"Prepare to be re-wired!" He said, and lifted his hands, only to let them fall back to his side in embarrassment. "Eheh... I forgot my battery.." He said, and shrugged.
"Get 'em boys!" Bushroot said, lifting his hands into the air. The group looked around.. but nothing happened.
"Oh, way to go. Who do you two think you are, Bushroot and Megavolt?" Johnston said, cackling. His crew was silent. "Ahem," He gave them glares, and then they too were laughing.
"Um, is there a problem, Bushy?" Megavolt said, turning to look at Bushroot, who was smiling smugly.
"Nope." He pointed to the large cloud of smoke in the distance. Suddenly, the laughing stopped as thunder was heard, only it wasn't exactly thunder. Johnston's crew turned around, and their eyes got as big as saucers as they saw the stampede of green things headed their way. They screamed, and leapt out of the way, as did the hawk, Bushroot and Megavolt. Leaving Johnston, with huge eyes and a drooping mike, in the way.
"This concludes our broadcast..." He muttered as he was trampled.
