Chapter 4: Young Love

On the other end of the phone was Launchpad, clad in nothing but a pink thong. He had called on behalf of Mr. McScrooge, the mysterious scottish benefactor who would be arranging the flight for them to Aulstralia, where Salvatore had his stronghold. "Mr. McScrooge is sorry to tell you guys this but, the mob has to many motherfuckers down there for us to even attempt to land a plane."

Fozzie's face cutely contracted in anger. "WHAT THE FUCK!?, HOW are we supposed to GET ON THE PLANE, you duck-billed fuck!?, he screamed. "Settle down you cock eating bear, it'll be easy, easy as sticking your little bear dick in some nice assorted flavors of pie. Taped under the phone booth is a special battery pack, it'll allow you to make a mid-air flight to the plane. This pack will allow Fozzie's pinwheel hat to sustain both of your weights. You could make the entire flight your self if we had enough fuel to do so, it just ain't possible, bitch. Now, if you, the niggers of the animal kingdom, will excuse me, time for Mr. McS's blow job."

He abruptly hung up. Little did Charlie and Fozzie know, even as they were taking the battery pack out from under the phone, a different sort of nigger was watching them. The orange kind. Attaching the pack to Fozzie's back, they were off. They were to report to the airspace south of Las Vegas, and look for a large seaplane. A new chapter in their journey was about to begin.

Back at the prision.....

Winslow had hopped on top of the table, he held the ear of an inmate in his hands. "Listen up you fuckers! This is what we do to those that don't listen around here! Especially those that use stolen vehicles to deliver TV sets!"

Louis had been dozing off, when he felt a slight proding at his crotch! "WAFFLES!," he said. "I'm so glad you,...." he was inturrepted by a gunshot. Waffle's brains splattered all over the prision cafeteria. He was dead. Winslow whipped the colt 45. back into the holster on his belt.

"FUCKER! What'd you do that for!?" "Shut the fuck up Louis! I call the shots around this jail! I am the king! I am the king, I am..." He was inturrupted by Screech, who had jumped up and sank his teeth deep into the testicles of Carl.

The scream echoed throughout the entire county. Some people even say, on cold nights, you can hear Carl Winslow, moaning in pain, the pain of a testi freshly bitten into.

Louis was really starting to resent things around here. Screech was put into solitary confinement. Little did Louis know, he was about to become king of the prision. It would all start with a simple wager..

Southern Las Vegas Airstrip.

Charlie and Fozzie pulled close to the large seaplane, and a cargo door opened. Inside they were greeted by a large bear, who Fozzie rechognized as his old buddy he'd used to pass around the crackpipe with. "Baloo, you motherfucker!, How ya been big guy? Keep the old bear balls plump?" "Lord knows I try, little guy, I try," said Baloo in a jolly voice. "Say can you go get those mechanics? They're supposed to be in the back room repairing something.."

Charlie opened the back door to find Max, son of the new infamous baby killer Goofy and his ex-neighbor Pete's son, PJ, making out. Their lips were locked in passion. When they noticed Charlie they tried to hide it, but the damage was done.

Fozzie rushed to the front of the plane. "Charlie!!! COME LOOK AT THIS NIGGER, quick!"

Outside the plane, a pair of hairy orange arms were clutching the plane.

To be continued in: Kangaroo Jack 2, Chapter 5