Hello... school is especially evil this year... GAH! New strict principal and lots of homework! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo... But, I got an idea, so whee, I got inspired. I'm itching to write this, so here goes! My last few chapters were really short, but this one is long. Hope you like it!
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Garfield woke up from drops of water dripping onto his head. Rrr, Odie's drooling over my bed again! He thought. Springing up suddenly, he super-kicked the shadow lurking over him, did a somersault in mid-air while falling asleep, and landed on... the concrete floor. "YOW!"
Garfield looked around, saw a dank, dark cell, and remembered that he had been kidnapped. He sighed, and sat down. Drowning in self-pity, the cat thought of how he'd get ultra-bored and how he'd starve to death. Shuddering at this, Garfield mused over how he got hungry with only the word "diet." They were going to starve him. Torture him. And then he would finally commit himself to the Lord. He glumly thought of how old he was already, and how he would die anyway, doubtlessly letting many people such as Jon rejoice. "Sigh..." If only I was the Caped Avenger...then I'd bust my way out in no t-BONK!!- Something crashed into him from above. It was the thing he had kicked before.
Odie, don't bother me now...let me sulk and starve in peace...HUH? It didn't feel or sound like Odie! It was...
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Meanwhile
Jon's army had assembled in his home. Arlene, Nermal, Guido, Fluffy, and a few gangsta cats slinking in the back had come, with Lyman swallowing a pill. Jon was making last-minute calls to Binky and Orson. Binky was skeptical and would join only if he could put on a show sometime, and Orson could not make it due to "urgent business."
Lyman, his allergies calming down, asked,
"Jon? How do we talk with them?"
"Uh..."
Freak of Fiction popped in, gave Jon and Lyman each a translator chip, and poofed out. (I know, I know, I'm cheap, but how else will this work out?)
"Cool! Thanks!" said Jon.
"Yeah," added Lyman.
Jon and Lyman put the translators into their ears. "I know what those gangsters are talking about! They want a good fight soon!"
"I think there's probably going to be a fight in the future, and the author might boost the rating."
"But it's only guns and fists! And no gory descriptions like "blood poured out" or something."
"Uh-huh."
After an initial half-hour of chatting, a thug cat growled,
"We wanna fight. Dat's what we came fo'. If ya ain't got one for us, we're leavin'."
"Mmmm, yes. Okay, we need a plan. I'm open to suggestions." said Jon.
Everyone began to talk for a while. After an hour, the group reached an agreement: At the meeting place, Jon would count his money. Then, when eyes were upon the cash, the gangsta cats would spring out and attack. There might be videocameras, but by the time the watchers noticed, the group would be on the money-takers. Or so it was hoped. Then hell would break out, and the other cats, Fluffy, and Binky would hide in whatever vehicle the Mafia dudes would be using if Garfield and Odie weren't there. The remaining group would quietly retreat. The Mafia dudes would drive Binky and Co. to the place, and Binky and Nermal would distract the guards by putting on a show or using the cute charm. While the guards were diverted, Binky and the cats would try to find where Garfield and Odie were being held, free them, and run away.
It was known that there would be danger, and the chance of failure was large, but everyone was devoted. Everyone was happy with their position; Binky got to put on shows, Nermal got to show off his cuteness, and the gangstas could fight.
"Now, what do we do?" asked Lyman.
"Those Mafia dudes didn't tell me what day to meet, so I'm guessing 30 days from their phone call."
"Okay, so we wait for a month?"
"That sounds long..."
Suddenly the phone rang. Jon hopefully ran to it, and the same evil growl said,
"Hey. Got the money yet? We're cutting the deadline to two weeks." Jon replied,
"Sir, I've got most of it. Give me two more days, and I'll have enough. Can we meet on...Monday?"
"Right. And be sharp, or else." The phone was slammed, and Jon announced,
"Guys, we're meeting them on Monday. Remember the plan, and try your best!"
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Garfield stared, trying to focus in the dark. It was some kind of monster with a swinging, circular head, round platforms for forepaws, and its whole rear end was also a horizontal cylinder. Garfield recoiled in horror. It emitted a cold, metallic echo that was blood-chilling. Garfield fainted, going limp.
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Monday, at Shady Shack Alley
Everything was going smoothly. The Mafia money-takers had arrived in a truck, with two solid metal cages with tiny airholes. Pitiful mewing could be heard inside. Jon, playing his part with Lyman beside him, was nervously counting the bills in his hand. The gangsta cats were crouched in their hiding places. Binky and his crew were hidden near the truck.
"All right, show me the money," a masked smoker with a gun snarled. Just when Jon reached his hand out, on cue, two gangstas sprang out from behind a trash can and hammered the smoker, knocking him out. When Mafia backup ran in from inside the truck, Lyman grabbed the fallen man's gun, and the other gangstas pounced on the Mafia guys.
After a few seconds, everyone retreated back a few steps, Jon and Co. looking at their opponents' faces determinedly, and the Mafia group smiling evilly. Then the real battle began.
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Garfield woke to that metallic sound again. Amazingly, he wasn't devoured, maimed, or murdered by the hideous metal-thing. The thing just stood in front of him, making that echoing sound over and over. Suddenly, a man came in the cell, turning on the lights.
"Hey mutt, stop goofing around and give me those food dishes."
Garfield's eyes were reeling from the sudden light.
"Nah, I think I'd rather kill y'all. You aren't any use anymore anyway, so the boss probably won't care."
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM! The man's gun sounded.