Chapter 2 - The First Day
Two hours have passed since Cortex boarded his flight to the remote island of Chunga Wunga, and already his henchmen are relaxing with his departure.
"Aaahhhh, this is the life," Dingodile says with a sigh of happiness as he cracks open his fourth can of Fosters and sits down to watch Neighbours.
"Hey you, no slacking," N.Gin declares with authority, "there's work to be done. Remember what the boss said, we have to begin work immediately."
"Awww, give me a break mate, I reckon being the boss is starting to make you doo-lally. For once we can do what we want now old lightbulb head has gone. Don't you wanna relax for once?"
"Well, I suppose a couple of hours won't hurt. But after that it's straight back to work for me, I don't want to disappoint the boss." N.Gin hurries to the kitchen to fetch some peanuts and beer for himself and Dingodile. Meanwhile, N.Tropy and Tiny were playing chess, with disasterous results.
"Aha, Bishop to king 5, check," N.Tropy sounds triumphantly, "get out of that one if you can!"
Unfortunately for Tiny, his pea shaped brain couldn't cope with the strain of too much thinking, so he ate most of the pieces. He was now only left with the king and a pawn on the board, while N.Tropy still had all his pieces. Tiny was actually in checkmate 15 times beforehand, but N.Tropy was being nice by not saying it, he knows what those two huge orange fists can do to one's face.
"Tiny moves prawn up to king, checky-mate, I WIN!" Tiny jumps with joy, shaking the whole of the room.
"But Tiny, pawns can't make that mo......" N.tropy stops himself short of the beating of a lifetime, "I mean err, well done Tiny, I guess the better person won." N.Tropy REALLY hated having to say that, he could outsmart that molecule-minded gimboid anyday.
"Tiny play again, Tiny play again!"
"No thanks Tiny, one loss is enough for me," N.Tropy turns to go, but the almighty roar behind him stops him from proceeding any further.
"TINY PLAY AGAIN!"
N.Tropy sighs heavily. "This is going to be a long day for me!"
While everyone was busy enjoying themselves, N.Trance was all by himself, creating plans for the next deadly weapon to destroy Crash, on the bosses behalf.
"Hee hee, this weapon will be the GREATEST invention of all time, it will be practically fool-proof, even that dimwit Tiny could operate it, and that's saying something," he chuckles to himself. In the small room that N.Trance worked lay hundreds of charts and graphs for projects that Cortex never finished, like the heat-seeking bandicoot-trap, which was like a mousetrap, only bandicoot sized. Unfortunately for N.Gin in testing, the trap homed into the nearest heat source, the rocket on his head. He spent the next three months in the burns department and a further two weeks in the welding area to re-attatch the rocket to his head. Then there were further failures, such as the Wumpa Thumper, which caused a lot of bruised heads, the self-running shoes, which were last seen in Tahiti as they got bored quickly, and the humongo-giganto-giga cannon, which proved to be 1/1000th of the size the plan showed. But N.Trance was very confident in this latest invention, he was sure the boss would win this time, or he would be turned into and omelette the next day. At last, his plans were complete, now to set them into motion........
"N.Trance, get your butt down here, 101 Ways to Cook With Eggs is on," Dingodile yells.
"Excellent, my favourite programme, I'll be right down!" N.Trance packs the plans neatly away in the nearest drawer and rushes down to the control room.