Grim and Evil Part 1: Good vs. Evil



(A.N. As some of my readers have pointed out, there are no chapters for "Mike, Lu and Og" or "Whatever Happened to Robot Jones". The truth is, I have not watched enough of these shows to make a decent chapter out of them. But, just to make everyone happy, I'll include references to those shows before the end of this story. Thanks.)



I whirled around and found the source of the sound. A large Harrier jet was slowly descending to the ground about 100 feet away. I walked slowly towards it as the jet touched down. The screaming of the jet engines abruptly stopped and all I heard now was a ringing in my ears. It looked like a normal jet, except that the cockpit was a little too large. When it opened up, I saw why.

A large purple bear was sitting in the pilot's seat. It was wearing a collar, bowtie, and had a dumb, vacant look on his face. Centered in the middle of his tummy was a human stomach floating in a circular tank full of some sort of green liquid. And if that wasn't bizarre enough, a human brain was sitting in a domed tank on top of the bear's head. I could just make out some eyes and eyebrows on the brain. It must've been none other than Hector Con Carne himself, and his bear, Boscov.

I was standing just off to the side of the jet now. The bear looked over the side and turned on a large flashlight. He shined the flashlight on me, and a gruff voice said, "You there! Boy!"

"Uh, me?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the light.

"Yes, you! Get up here!"

I knew the voice belonged to Hector Con Carne, but I never could figure out how he projected it. Maybe there was some sort of speaker that I couldn't see that was blaring his voice.

A ladder came out of the jet, and I had no choice but to climb up into the cockpit. I sat in the rear seat, just like I did with Dexter in his rocket tank many hours ago. "So, what's going on, Mr. Carne?" I asked as I put my helmet on.

"Sssshhh. Top secret. I'll explain when we get back to base. And please, call me Chief," he said as the jet flew through the starry sky.

After a while, we arrived at his island hideout. The island resembled a bunny rabbit if you used a little imagination. The jet landed on a platform on top of the island which was illuminated by lights. We exited the jet and walked through a door which led to a staircase. At the end of the staircase, we entered a large room. There were giant TV screens, metal panels, and mechanical equipment all over the place. On the other side of the room, a man in a black uniform was sitting in a chair watching a small TV.

"Skarr! Get over here!" yelled Hector.

"But, Chief, I'm not done watching this show. I want to see if this little girl will get off the island before the pirates..."

"Never mind all that! I order you to come here!"

Skarr reluctantly turned off the television and walked towards us, muttering to himself. He wore a tight-fitting leather uniform and a black military hat. He also had a large scar on one side of his face. He resembled a WWII German general, only minus the accent.

"Now that we're here," began Hector. "We..."

"Uh, excuse me," I interrupted. "Where's your other comrade? Y'know, the red-haired woman with the goggles and science suit?" (I forgot her name.)



"Oh, yes," reiterated Hector. "She's on vacation in some far away island place."

"I never get to go on vacations," muttered Skarr to himself.

"Alright! As I was saying," bellowed Hector. "Now that we are all here, we can continue with the mission."

"What mission?" argued Skarr. "You haven't even told us what we are supposed to do or why HE is here," he said, pointing to me.

"Well, I'm glad you asked," answered Hector. "You see, my latest plan is very simple. We shut down the power systems around the nation's capital and that is when we make our move."

"Oh, and how do you plan to do that?" argued Skarr. While this was going on, I decided to sit down in a chair off to the side and watch the bickering "conquerors".

"Easy!" declared Hector. Boscov punched a button on a computer and the screen showed a visual aid of Hector's description. "First, we travel to the main power station outside the nation's capital. Then, once night falls, we shut down the power. We will be in a helicopter and there we will declare our demands to the people below."

Skarr looked stunned. I could tell he thought it was the dumbest plan of all time. I, however, kinda liked it for some reason. Partly because I had never been involved in a evil plan before, and partly because it sounded really bizarre.

"That has to be," began Skarr. "The most..."

"...awesome plan I've ever heard!" I continued. "But how am I involved?"

Boscov and Hector seemed pleased by my reaction. "You will be the one who will shut off the power. Afterwards, we will take you to the Washington Monument, where you will shine a spotlight on us. Then, we give our demands."

"So when do we start?" I asked.

"Right now," was my answer.



An hour later, I was positioned inside a large power plant outside Washington D.C. Hector, Boscov, and Skarr waited outside in the helicopter they were going to use. I was assigned to find the switch that would shut down the plant and the rest of the city. I was beginning to think that maybe Hector's plan did seem kind of stupid. I mean, terror alerts were high enough already.

I was about to consider looking for a map or something, when suddenly I spotted a large on/off switch on the wall. At that moment, my walkie-talkie came alive. It was Hector.

"Big J! (That was my code name.) Big J! Come in!"

"Roger, Chief. I've located the switch."

"Well, then, switch it off so we can get out of here!"

So I did. All the lights went out at the power plant. And the local neighborhoods. And the whole city of Washington D.C. (I know that doesn't sound realistic, but that's what happened.)

Anyway, I immediately ran out of the building, into the helicopter, and took off with the rest of my temporary comrades.

They dropped me off at the door of the Washington Monument undetected by radar (and in a no-fly zone, of all places!) before flying back up into the sky. Next to me sat a spotlight. I ran over to it and tried to find the on switch. When the helicopter was in position, I flipped the switch.

Nothing happened.

I turned it off and on several times. Nothing.

"What is going on?! What is taking so long?!" shouted Hector via walkie-talkie.

"It won't turn on!" I answered.

In the chopper, Hector couldn't believe what was happening. "I can't believe this is happening! Why won't it turn on?! No one will be able to see me!"

Skarr, who figured out what the problem was long ago, sighed. "The spotlight runs on electricity from the power station you just shut off, remember?"

Hector began sputtering, trying to answer while Boscov spotted some lights in the sky that were heading towards the helicopter.

Suddenly, we were all hit by a blinding light. The power station was working again and the city became illuminated. Apparently, we had forgotten about the back-up system.

"Nooo! My plan's ruined!" shouted Hector.

"Uh, Chief?" asked Skarr, shakily.

"What?!" yelled Hector.

Skarr couldn't answer. He could only point to the army of attack choppers heading straight for them.

"Retreat!!" shouted Hector. Boscov turned the wheel, and the helicopter flew back towards Bunny Island with the choppers close behind.

I stood in shock as the helicopters began to leave the city. "HEY!" I shouted into the walkie-talkie. "What about me?"

"Um..." answered Hector. "We...don't...need your assistance anymore. You're on your own." The walkie-talkie stopped working at that moment.

"Hey! Don't go!" I shouted.

"FREEZE!" said a voice behind me. I turned around and dropped the walkie-talkie. I found myself facing an army of police cars, SWAT trucks, and military vehicles. The people in the vehicles had their guns pointed right at me. There must've been about 100+ officers directing their weapons at me. Laser sights were dancing all over my shirt.

I must say, I was not at all pleased by this situation. This was worse than the monster from Townsville, the standoff with the Eds, and the zombie Doberman combined! I felt sure that I was going to be fired upon at any second. Only someone with a lot of power could get me out of this.

Before I could think of another thought, a brilliant pink light shined from behind me. I was just about to turn around when a bony hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked me through the vortex.