Retrieving the Paint Blasters
"DIE FOX!!!" Slippy screamed before hitting the trigger on his console and firing ten thousand gallons of premium green paint at Fox's arwing.
"OH YEAH?! TAKE THIS!!!" Fox sprayed purple paint all over Slippy's arwing.
"Something's wrong! I don't see anything!" Slippy screamed before narrowly hitting Falco's airship.
"HEY! Watch where you're going Einstein!" Falco admonished.
"I'll help you!" Peppy announced before spraying Slippy with a blast of--
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!" Fox rubbed his eyes groggily before his alarm clock went off again. "RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
"Okay I'm up!" Fox hit the alarm clock with his fist, perhaps a bit too hard.
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
"What the f--"
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
Fox banged the clock with his fist again.
"RING! FOX IS AN IDIOT! FOX IS AN IDIOT! FOX IS AN IDIOT!"
"Shut up stupid clock!" Fox took a big hammer and smashed the clock into tiny pieces.
"RINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGA--"
"DON'T MAKE ME USE THIS!!!" Fox yelled, brandishing a ray gun and waving it threateningly at the rogue clock.
"ring." ZAAAAP!!! The clock disintigrated, leaving a shiny new scorch mark on Fox's cabinet.
"What's all this noise about?" Falco stumbled into the room, still half asleep.
"Yeah! Some of us are trying to get some sleep here!"
"HE KILLED HIM!!! WAAAAAH!!!" A large red ghost that resembled a huge clock suddenly materialized out of thin air and started sobbing hysterically.
"Oh no! This ship is infested with ghosts! And it's up to Sluigi to get rid of them!" Slippy cried.
"Slippy, have you been playing Luigi's Mansion too much?"
"Of course!" Slippy replied.
Fox walked to the message room and phoned ROB64. "Hello ROB. We have a slight ghost infestation in room 02819. While we're off on General Pepper's assignment, could you take care of it for us?"
"With pleasure!" Back at the console, ROB cracked his fingers evilly.
General Pepper paced nervously around his study. There might not have been anything unusual about this except that he was stark naked. He had been like this all morning.
"Choices, choices! Should I wear a red suit or a brown suit?" He walked over to his cabinet. "Maybe polka-dot would be good for today. Or leather. How about maroon?"
CRASH!
With a resounding CRASH! the door crashed open and Fox, Slippy, Peppy and Falco burst into the room, blasters raised, and scanned the room for intruders.
"AAAAAH!" General Pepper screamed. "What are you doing in my room? Out! Out!"
"Sorry General Pepper." Fox said. "Standard proce-- WAIT! This situation seems all to familiar!"
"Of course it is! Deja vu! Incognito! You know, like all those detective novels."
"Oh, it makes sense now!"
"It always made cents! Now it makes dollars." General Pepper replied before donning a plaid Tshirt and baggy jeans. "How may I help you today?"
"We're here to pick up the Incom 65 spaceships that you told us about yesterday."
"Hey wait, we didn't--" Falco elbowed Slippy in the ribs.
"Oh yes! Hanger 295, second door to the left."
Later, StarFox found out that there was no Hangar 295, and went back to General Pepper's office.
General Pepper paced nervously around his study. There might not have been anything unusual about this except that he was stark naked. He had been like this all morning.
"Choices, choices! Should I wear a red suit or a brown suit?" He walked over to his cabinet. "Maybe polka-dot would be good for today. Or leather. How about maroon?"
CRASH!
With a resounding CRASH! the door crashed open and Fox, Slippy, Peppy and Falco burst into the room, blasters raised, and scanned the room for intruders.
"AAAAAH!" General Pepper screamed. "What are you doing in my room? Out! Out!"
"Sorry General Pepper." Fox said. "Standard proce-- WAIT! This situation seems all to familiar!"
"Of course it is! Deja vu! Incognito! You know, like all those detective novels."
"Oh, it makes sense now!"
"It always made cents! Now it makes dollars." General Pepper replied before donning a plaid Tshirt and baggy jeans. "How may I help you today?"
"This situation seems even more familiar!!!"
"Wow, a double deja vu! I didn't know that this was possible!"
"Well, how may I help you today?"
"We need to pick up the Customized Paint Blasters that we will use to complete your assignment."
"Ah yes! Hanger 295, second door to the left."
Fox and the others started to walk down towards the hangar hall until Slippy vehemently exclaimed, "Wait a second, that hanger doesn't exist!"
"Yes it does! Now go and get your equipment or I'll cut your pay in half!"
Grudgingly, the StarFox team walked down the hall and walked into hanger 295, which was the second door to the left.
"Well, here are the paint blasters. Let's load em up and head to that deserted field General Pepper was talking about."
"Finally!"
"DIE FOX!!!" Slippy screamed before hitting the trigger on his console and firing ten thousand gallons of premium green paint at Fox's arwing.
"OH YEAH?! TAKE THIS!!!" Fox sprayed purple paint all over Slippy's arwing.
"Something's wrong! I don't see anything!" Slippy screamed before narrowly hitting Falco's airship.
"HEY! Watch where you're going Einstein!" Falco admonished.
"I'll help you!" Peppy announced before spraying Slippy with a blast of--
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!" Fox rubbed his eyes groggily before his alarm clock went off again. "RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
"Okay I'm up!" Fox hit the alarm clock with his fist, perhaps a bit too hard.
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
"What the f--"
"RRIINNGG! RRIINNGG!"
Fox banged the clock with his fist again.
"RING! FOX IS AN IDIOT! FOX IS AN IDIOT! FOX IS AN IDIOT!"
"Shut up stupid clock!" Fox took a big hammer and smashed the clock into tiny pieces.
"RINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGARINGALINGA--"
"DON'T MAKE ME USE THIS!!!" Fox yelled, brandishing a ray gun and waving it threateningly at the rogue clock.
"ring." ZAAAAP!!! The clock disintigrated, leaving a shiny new scorch mark on Fox's cabinet.
"What's all this noise about?" Falco stumbled into the room, still half asleep.
"Yeah! Some of us are trying to get some sleep here!"
"HE KILLED HIM!!! WAAAAAH!!!" A large red ghost that resembled a huge clock suddenly materialized out of thin air and started sobbing hysterically.
"Oh no! This ship is infested with ghosts! And it's up to Sluigi to get rid of them!" Slippy cried.
"Slippy, have you been playing Luigi's Mansion too much?"
"Of course!" Slippy replied.
Fox walked to the message room and phoned ROB64. "Hello ROB. We have a slight ghost infestation in room 02819. While we're off on General Pepper's assignment, could you take care of it for us?"
"With pleasure!" Back at the console, ROB cracked his fingers evilly.
General Pepper paced nervously around his study. There might not have been anything unusual about this except that he was stark naked. He had been like this all morning.
"Choices, choices! Should I wear a red suit or a brown suit?" He walked over to his cabinet. "Maybe polka-dot would be good for today. Or leather. How about maroon?"
CRASH!
With a resounding CRASH! the door crashed open and Fox, Slippy, Peppy and Falco burst into the room, blasters raised, and scanned the room for intruders.
"AAAAAH!" General Pepper screamed. "What are you doing in my room? Out! Out!"
"Sorry General Pepper." Fox said. "Standard proce-- WAIT! This situation seems all to familiar!"
"Of course it is! Deja vu! Incognito! You know, like all those detective novels."
"Oh, it makes sense now!"
"It always made cents! Now it makes dollars." General Pepper replied before donning a plaid Tshirt and baggy jeans. "How may I help you today?"
"We're here to pick up the Incom 65 spaceships that you told us about yesterday."
"Hey wait, we didn't--" Falco elbowed Slippy in the ribs.
"Oh yes! Hanger 295, second door to the left."
Later, StarFox found out that there was no Hangar 295, and went back to General Pepper's office.
General Pepper paced nervously around his study. There might not have been anything unusual about this except that he was stark naked. He had been like this all morning.
"Choices, choices! Should I wear a red suit or a brown suit?" He walked over to his cabinet. "Maybe polka-dot would be good for today. Or leather. How about maroon?"
CRASH!
With a resounding CRASH! the door crashed open and Fox, Slippy, Peppy and Falco burst into the room, blasters raised, and scanned the room for intruders.
"AAAAAH!" General Pepper screamed. "What are you doing in my room? Out! Out!"
"Sorry General Pepper." Fox said. "Standard proce-- WAIT! This situation seems all to familiar!"
"Of course it is! Deja vu! Incognito! You know, like all those detective novels."
"Oh, it makes sense now!"
"It always made cents! Now it makes dollars." General Pepper replied before donning a plaid Tshirt and baggy jeans. "How may I help you today?"
"This situation seems even more familiar!!!"
"Wow, a double deja vu! I didn't know that this was possible!"
"Well, how may I help you today?"
"We need to pick up the Customized Paint Blasters that we will use to complete your assignment."
"Ah yes! Hanger 295, second door to the left."
Fox and the others started to walk down towards the hangar hall until Slippy vehemently exclaimed, "Wait a second, that hanger doesn't exist!"
"Yes it does! Now go and get your equipment or I'll cut your pay in half!"
Grudgingly, the StarFox team walked down the hall and walked into hanger 295, which was the second door to the left.
"Well, here are the paint blasters. Let's load em up and head to that deserted field General Pepper was talking about."
"Finally!"