Omochao's Revenge
"Your test," said Don Guido with relish, chomping on his Cuban cigar, "is to…"
Omochao waited impatiently.
"Is to…"
Omochao's eyes began bulging out of his head.
"To…"
"FOR THE LOVE OF BIOLIZARD, JUST TELL ME!" roared Omochao.
"Is to have two tests!"
Omochao roared in fury.
"And your first test is… to not have a first test!"
"That sounds easy enough," said Omochao sarcastically. "Um… I don't have a first test?"
"Good, you pass," said the Don as Boris Vulkanov the German-Russian mobster roared in approval. "Your second test is to… take my obstacle course."
Omochao sneered inwardly. "Hah! I won all the obstacle courses back at school! This should be a cakewalk!"
"It is," said the Don happily, pointing at a large, lava-filled area. "You have to hop to the other side, walking on these lava-resistant cakes!" He tossed several cakes into the lava.
"What?" screamed Omochao in rage.
"Oh… and you only have fifteen minutes," said Lorenzo the Mediterranean mobster kindly, pulling out a pocket watch.
"But- but- I- never- such a- why of all the-" sputtered Omochao indignantly.
"Fourteen minutes and forty-eight seconds!" bellowed Tyrone the French mobster.
Glancing nervously in all directions, Omochao stepped cautiously near the lava. Instantly a bright red lava snake-crab-scorpion thing almost bit his foot off.
"Oh, and watch out for the genetically engineered lava chompers," said MacRoberts the Scottish mobster, appearing suddenly.
With a moan of annoyance, Omochao set off on his test. He jumped onto the first cake. Omochao turned to the next one… to find out that a lava chomper was eating it.
"Oh," said Rolf Vulkanov, the German-Russian mobster brother of Boris, "did I tell you that the lava chompers love eating cake almost as much as they love eating robotic Chao?"
"Gah!" shrieked Omochao in horror as a lava chomper slithered near his foot. He hopped off of the cake and hovered in the air until he found a safe cake to land on.
"Thirteen minutes!" shouted Figaro the Italian mobster.
"Why is every mobster from a different country?" muttered Omochao crossly, dodging a flying lava chomper. Wait… flying lava chomper…
"All right!" raged Omochao. "Who forgot to tell me the lava chompers could fly?"
"We did," said Sid, Harry, Max, Greg and Bob the American mobsters.
Omochao could have punched a hole in the wall in rage.
"Twelve and a half minutes!" bellowed Antoine the Italian mobster (he was Figaro's twin).
Omochao actually punched the wall then. But somehow, his fist stuck to the wall. Omochao began climbing along the wall, ignoring the electric shocks that he received from having contact with the wall.
Wait a second…
"Somebody call?" asked Don Guido, appearing out of plain sight.
Omochao decided it wasn't worth it. He edged along the walls until he reached the other side of the lava pit. He then tried to drop.
He couldn't, because his hands couldn't remove themselves from the wall.
"I can't take it anymore!" shrieked Omochao. "Here I'll live, for the rest of my days, while my arms become useless and melted from electric shocks and I'm forced to drink liquefied cake and eat raw lava chompers and sleep hanging from a wall and-"
Just then, a lava chomper knocked Omochao to the other side.
"So, you're one of us," said the Don. "What do you want us to do?"
"I told you!" roared Omochao furiously. "I must get revenge on Sonic the Hedgehog and his companions!"
"OK," said Don Guido happily, puffing his Cuban cigar. "How should we do that?"
"We attack them!" roared Omochao, his robotic face going purple in anger and his propeller whirring rapidly.
"Oh," said the Don blandly. "You mean like a street fight?"
Omochao was about to have another outburst, but he decided his blood pressure was too high as it was. "Yeah, a street fight. Or maybe an assassination. Or a…"
"Yeah, great," said the mobster. "I'll take you to the weapons room."
Omochao's eyes lit up. "The weapons room?"
The weapons room… what's gonna happen? Review please!