Omochao's Revenge
Omochao teleported out of Chao Garden. He was back in the real world at last, away from cheesy Titanic references and completely ridiculous Mobs, away from Chao-hunting and improvising reality TV shows. He was back where he belonged.
The thought put a tear in his eye, a lump in his throat, a tremble in his heart and a stick of butter in his hand.
"Huh?" he screamed as the stick of butter squirted out of his hand, bounced off a trampoline, and somehow bounced at the same angle right back at him to hit him in the jaw. "What's up with the butter thing?" When no answer came, he began planning the hazardous voyage to Eggman's base.
Many minutes later, Omochao was reading his map to a small beetle that had been eating his foot.
"So," he explained, pointing out the long distance between his current location and Eggman's base, "I will start here. I will then make the dangerous trek across hill and water, over mountain and glen, through fire and chaos, and around large and generally inanimate objects. To begin, I must journey across the Desert of… um… Sandiness, which is a vast fifty miles in diameter. Then, as soon as I'm out of the desert, I will have to swim across the million-kilometer sea surrounding Eggman's island base, avoiding crocodiles, killer whales and motorboats. Then, I will infiltrate Eggman's base and, once he is at my mercy, I will strike a deal with him." He puffed out his chest pompously, proud of himself for being such a genius. "So, beetle, what do you think?" He braced himself for the praise.
"Omochao…" squeaked the beetle in Dutch (don't ask), "that is the dumbest idea I've ever heard! First of all, Eggman's base is landlocked! There's no sea around it! And even if there was, it wouldn't have crocodiles in it, and it wouldn't be right next to a desert that you obviously made up! And another thing… Eggman's base is right behind you!"
Omochao was at a loss for words.
This was primarily because he didn't speak Dutch. It was partly because Eggman's base was two feet from him.
"We relocated," explained a robot to the thunderstruck Omochao. Then something clicked in the robot's mind. "Hey, wait, you're not supposed to be here." He spoke into a walkie-talkie, and twenty-nine more robots appeared.
Omochao, using an amazing(ly cheesy) kung fu move, somehow caused five of the robots to be launched into the air, slammed into the ground, punched, bicycle kicked, and throttled to death. The remaining robots stood and trembled in fear, outnumbered 1 to 25.
"Curses!" cursed one of the robots. "We can't fight them! There's too many of them!"
"Exactly!" said many of the robots, although several loudly disputed this fact.
"Report back to base, men," growled the head robot in a gravelly voice. "We're in over our heads! Flee for the hills!" The robots ran away, suffering a catastrophic defeat.
Omochao, unable to believe his good luck, continued onward into Eggman's base. Using his insanely fancy karate moves to dodge all kinds of security hazards, Omochao shimmied up to a door with a large combination lock on it.
"Curses!" swore Omochao, giving the combination lock a strong kick. "Now I'll never get in!" He kicked it again, and it fell off. After all, everyone knows that a combination lock can easily be kicked into submission.
Surprised, Omochao opened the door. But just then he was surrounded by… the hammer bots!
"Oh, fudge," said Omochao, assuming a fighting stance.
The hammer bots… please review!