A month later, the army of Sporks and Meese passed by a lone house on a deserted road in some backwater state in the United States. Pausing briefly, a blue spork noticed a name at the gate. Excited, it hopped to the front of the regiment and bounced in front of the lead spork.
"Found! Found!" the blue spork yelled excitedly.
"Found?" The red leader spork questioned.
"Webster!" the blue spork responded, pointing to the name on the gate. (how'd it point? Don't ask silly questions!) The red spork pondered for a while. Then suddenly, it fell over. Within seconds, it jumped back up, excited.
"We Go!" It yelled as it turned the regiment toward the house. Bouncing along merrily, sporks tackled the gate prong-first, and got stuck in the wood. Twitching and yelling, the sporks tried to dislodge themselves from the gate, as the meese watched in amused wonderment.
"Meese help!" The red spork leader cried. The meese lowered their meese-like antlers and prepared to charge the gate, hoping to destroy the gate and free their spork friends in one try, when the gate full of stuck sporks blew to pieces. Flaming wood and sporks flew in every direction as the meese looked around, trying to find the source of the attack. They found it, and reeled back in terror.
Sark, dressed in black, stood on a nearby hill with a rocket launcher on his shoulder. He smirked evilly, and aimed the rocket laucher at the herd of meese. Making un-meese-like noises of terror, the meese fled, grabbing surviving Sporks as they ran from the SporkandMooseKiller that had terrorized them since they began their quest.
A rocket hit the crowd of fleeing Meese and Sporks, sending their flaming bodies flying in all directions.The remaining meese doubled their efforts, and practically flew out of the area.
Scanning the area previously occupied by living meese and sporks, Sark confirmed the deadness of the enemy, then turned to a darkly dressed figure that waited in a helicopter.
"See, Mr. Vaughn, these creatures can be killed after all." Sark said, as he climbed into the helicopter, as it prepared for flight. The helicopter took off, and Vaughn looked at the flaming spot where sporks and meese once stood. Thoes creatures had almost taken his life. Almost.
As Vaughn settled himself for the long flight back to base, he had one thing on his mind – Revenge.
Elsewhere, people died, updates were found, and a Lamborghini Diablo VT flew off a cliff.