Chapter 4 . . . The Mystery Journey Continues
"Right you lot, lie low till we're aboard, and act like toasters!"
The van had finally reached the port, and was about to board the ferry.
"TOASTERS?!" yelled Big Show, "He expects me to act like a TOASTER?! A radio I could handle, maybe even a hairdryer . . . but a TOASTER?! He's crazy!"
"Cool it popper, you might burn the toast!" said RVD.
Kidman chuckled. "Mind you, he's right! He IS way to noisy to be a toaster! I think a fog-horn would be a better idea."
"Ah, I hear the foreign market isn't too good for those this time of year though," replied HBK.
There was a sudden loud rumbling, which echoed throughout the van, causing the superstars to be silent. More and more rumbles emerged from the outside world.
A startling crash made them gasp. There was a loud horn, and a screechy, cranky, whirling noise, although this soon faded into the background.
"What . . . was . . . that?!" Jeff whispered timidly, once all the noises had stopped, as if the slightest noise from them would endanger their lives. With no windows, they had no idea what was going on outside their cosy little toaster box.
"I, the king of the world, will go investigate!" said Jericho trying to sound brave.
Jericho clambered over to the double doors, emitting shrieks of pain and curses from his fellow wrestlers.
"OK, here goes nothing . . ."
He slammed his shoulder fiercely, into one of the, yelling in surprise as he was thrown back into the wrestlers. The doors remained closed.
"Hey Y2Gay, try using the lever next time, idiot!" called HHH, as he proceeded to do so.
Everyone shielded their eyes from the expected sun, but they were met with a large dark room. The only light came from a faintly glowing sign saying:
'Levels 1-8'
"Right you lot, lie low till we're aboard, and act like toasters!"
The van had finally reached the port, and was about to board the ferry.
"TOASTERS?!" yelled Big Show, "He expects me to act like a TOASTER?! A radio I could handle, maybe even a hairdryer . . . but a TOASTER?! He's crazy!"
"Cool it popper, you might burn the toast!" said RVD.
Kidman chuckled. "Mind you, he's right! He IS way to noisy to be a toaster! I think a fog-horn would be a better idea."
"Ah, I hear the foreign market isn't too good for those this time of year though," replied HBK.
There was a sudden loud rumbling, which echoed throughout the van, causing the superstars to be silent. More and more rumbles emerged from the outside world.
A startling crash made them gasp. There was a loud horn, and a screechy, cranky, whirling noise, although this soon faded into the background.
"What . . . was . . . that?!" Jeff whispered timidly, once all the noises had stopped, as if the slightest noise from them would endanger their lives. With no windows, they had no idea what was going on outside their cosy little toaster box.
"I, the king of the world, will go investigate!" said Jericho trying to sound brave.
Jericho clambered over to the double doors, emitting shrieks of pain and curses from his fellow wrestlers.
"OK, here goes nothing . . ."
He slammed his shoulder fiercely, into one of the, yelling in surprise as he was thrown back into the wrestlers. The doors remained closed.
"Hey Y2Gay, try using the lever next time, idiot!" called HHH, as he proceeded to do so.
Everyone shielded their eyes from the expected sun, but they were met with a large dark room. The only light came from a faintly glowing sign saying:
'Levels 1-8'