Ello! Thanks to Zombie kitty for giving me a lovely idea, because I was quite stuck. Thankyou! I love your stories!
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Sunrise over the Tango factory – I hope I'm keeping it up dear :D
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It was getting cold now. Although Rimmer couldn't feel it, he could see icy tendrils snaking the walls ahead of him.
Cat panted, his breath materialising in front of him like a small cloud, "Where the hell are we going buds? My feet hurt!"
"We have to find Holly sir; it's the only way we can get out of this mess."
"Couldn't we stop for a second?"
"No."
"But I need a brush; all this cold air is sucking the nutrients from my hair!"
Rimmer lagged behind as Kryten walked ahead, so that he could keep a closer eye on Lister. His pale face was rocking silently as Kryten walked, hinted with blue. He had to make it. They had gotten so far.
But if they kept going at this rate he wasn't going to last long.
As Rimmer gazed at his friend, slung over Kryten's shoulder, he noticed something. Something that he really wanted to kick himself for not noticing before. In fact, he was so gobsmacked by the fact that it was so simple and obvious and the fact that he couldn't believe he hadn't even looked at it twice before, that he found he couldn't speak.
He was well and truly gobsmacked.
Cat, on the other hand, wasn't. "Does no one care? MY HAIR IS RUINED! It's gonna take weeks to get my silky sheen back!" they kept walking, ignoring the feline as they usually did. Cat clenched his fists, "You people have no respect for hair whatsoever! You make me sick!"
They carried on at a brisk pace for a few moments while Rimmer tried to grasp the English language again.
He mumbled a couple of words, none of which made any sense at all, so I'm not even going to bother to write them down.
"What was that sir?"
He tried again, to no avail.
And again, at which some words tumbled out: "So stupid. Smeggin' stupid." Not very helpful though.
Kryten caught the mumbles and asked: "What is sir?"
Nope, the words were stuck.
Rimmer flared his nostrils, and decided to show them instead. He lifted one of Lister's arms up slowly, and pulled back the shirt sleeve that was hanging over his wrist.
Kryten and Cat peered forward expectantly.
"Alright dudes?"
It was Holly, on Lister's watch.
The watch they had carried with them the whole way.
The watch they could have looked at anytime.
Rimmer looked at the small screen, expecting to feel angry, but somehow he didn't. "hello." He said.
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The chief Ungotrillian Flopfish had had enough of this wild goose chase, it was time for action.
"Okay, when I say 'go' we'll pounce!"
The group of Flopfish nodded.
"so when I say go you do what?"
"Pounce!" came the chorus.
"Ready?"
A row of nodding fishy heads.
"Okay…"
You could have cut the atmosphere with a chainsaw.
Not a knife though. Not tough enough.
The fish peered around the corridor corner; "Ready… and…" he took a deep breath, "bananas!"
It laughed, spouting between bursts of hysterical laughter: "HA! You - thought I was going - to say go - and I didn't! How stupid do you look?"
He then realised that there was no one there, they had all already pounced. "Ah bugger…" he said, running as hard as his little fins could, "they do it every time!"
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Ah pouncing. The second most likely thing an Ungotrillian Flopfish will do to you.
They're not particularly good at it. But in this case they got the desired effect.
Cat was jumping up and down waving his arms about and causing a mini earthquake.
"AAHHHH! THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HAIR!"
Rimmer didn't even bother to look, "Oh shut up Cat."
"NO REALLY BUDS!"
"Cat, it's probably like the last time you had something in your hair, remember? When it was that hat you were wearing at the time?"
"BUD I'M SERIOUS!"
Rimmer turned around and rolled his eyes.
Then he looked at Cat and screeched.
"AAHHHH! THERE'S SOMETHING IN YOUR HAIR!"
Cat screamed, "I know! What is it bud?"
Rimmer made a face, "It's disgusting!"
"Get it out! Get it out!"
"I'm not touching it!"
"Sirs, what is the matter?" he looked a bit agitated that they had disturbed his long-awaited talk with Holly.
"THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HAIR!"
Kryten plucked it out, whilst still holding Lister and looking at Holly on the watch. Which was quite hard to do really.
"Oh sir. It's just a fish!" He sighed, chucking it aside, "You've got yourself all worked up about nothing."
Then it struck him. "Fish?"
"AAHHHH!"
It was then that the army of Ungotrillian Flopfish leapt forward, like a load of filthy rats. Swarming over them and cackling with their evil laughter.
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I tell you - how evil is school? How can they put Maths and French together in the same day and still sleep at night?
Anyway.
Ah… so they finally find Holly, but they get attacked as well. (grins) my work here is done. Now to do the next chappie! And… revise for French… bleeurrgh…
