Chapter 8: Bayou Country

They zoomed out onto a huge pool. The guard named Griff was behind them. "Mcfly, you BOZO, you can't fly, unless you got POWER!," he said, as he pulled out his hoverboard and a powercase. "Not to worry my friend," said Fozzie as he hummed "Hit me baby, one more time" by Britany Spears. He pulled out an RPG Launcher. He shot Griff, blasting him to pieces. The blast also gave them propulsion to get across the pool.

They jumped into the Weiner Mobile, and thrusters activated in the back. They flew up, and away for miles. How were they going to explain this to their "employer?"

The thrusters failed and the Weiner Mobile crashed into a large swamp. "Where are we?" said Charlie. "Bayou Country," said Fozzie in a low-toned serious voice. "forty-five years ago, Scooby Doo, my dad, caught a Zombie in this VERY, motherfucking nigga infested bayou."

"LOOK OUT, it's Swamp man." After two hours..they...uh...beat him. Then they traveled through the bayou. For days. And days. And days...

The Aulstralian Outback.

"Franky, I'm glad you are back," said Salvatore in his sly voice. "Dad, I took care of Snoop, and the Sponge. They won't do us no bad no more." "They'll be back son, they always come back."

The Edge of the Swamp.

"Motherfuckin' fresh air, my nigger, fresh air!!," screamed an estatic Fozzie. "So my negros," said Dick Dastardly, in full-pimp attire. "You got da papas are wat?"

"No you motherfucker! Are you crazy! There was a guard man, a guard at the white house. We didn't anticipate this, besides they wouldn't keep the document as important as the Articles at the White House," said Fozzie. "Get these bitches, Muttley baby." "HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH," whinced Muttley.

Charlie pulled a shotgun point blank at Muttley. He fired. Muttley's brains splattered on Dick Dastardly's rocket car.

"We don't have time to play games, nigger," said Charlie. "We need a ride, NOW!"

"Sure, thing, baby...," said a shaken Dastardly. "Take my rocket car...,just please, don't kill, the real Muttley." "FINE, let's go, NOW, Fozzie."

They skidded down the road. Charlie caught the sight of something coming in his rear veiw window. Dastardly!?

It was Donna's first "big" Slumber Party. She'd been dreaming about this for who knows how long. She could remember it as early as since she was seven. Oh, how she had always wanted something special, something great. Maybe she'd even impress Devin. Oh, Devin, his golden locks, his blue eyes were so amazingly beautiful to her. She had many a night dreamed about them together on a sun-bathed beach, her and Devin, their eyes locked in passion, the kids playing in the waves.

Ding Dong! The first guests had arrived. There was Julie, Pat, Steven, Derek, Jon, Susan, Beth, and..oh...it couldn't be. Those stylin' clothes, that wavey hair, those dreamy eyes...it was...Devin. "Hu...hu....,"Donna stuttered. Susan nudged her, "Say something!" "Hi, Devin"

The wild boy Steven steeped in the threshold, "Let's get this party started!!" "Yeah!," said Beth. "Quit Playing Games With My Heart," by the Backstreet boys was on. The music took them through the night. Donna was doing dance moves she never even thought possible, pretty soon shw got up enough courage to go to Devin, and he actually invited her into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, back inside the living room they guests were watching "Scooby Doo 2" "Light as a feather, stiff as...," they all said together as they lifted up Jon, when suddenly Pat heard a scream off in the distance. "What was that noise?" said Pat, now slightly worried. "THIS AIN'T FUCKIN' POSSIBLE!" "Die, bitches!, get em' Muttley!" They were frightened now, they all huddled toward the center of the room. RIIIIIIIIIIP, the sound of plaster, wood, and other parts of the wall could be heared, as Charlie and Fozzie ripped through the house in their rocket car, the initial force of the car rollling through trampeled Pat and Susan immediatly, killing them instantly. Their fragile bodies were squezed under the heavy-duty tires, their blood and insides being rapidly expelled onto the surrounding walls. Derek has jumped out of the way in time, but his body was too trampeled in the falling roof, the same roof that fell near Jon, not killing him, but severing his head, which had a permanent look of fear imbedded on it's face. Luckily Julie survived. She stood up and cried. She wouldn't be sad for long, as she would be joining her friends soon, with the exception of Jon, who was Jewish and condemned to eternal hell. Fozzie's AK-47's fire, which had been shot in an attempt to stop a yet unforseen pursuer, ripped through her torso, not killing her instantly, oh no, this would give her a slow and painful death. Not too slow, because by the time Devin and Donna had stopped kissing to come out and investigate, she was already gone.

They stood there. Confused, and at a loss. Suddenly Dick Dastardly and the "real" Muttley ripped through in a jet car, trampeling them both, but not killing them, however both Devin's legs were crushed and Donna was losing blood fast. She died in his arms. Devin looked up. The strange people in the cars were gone, just as quick as they came. Devin weeped. His legs were gone. His friends were gone. his life was ruined. He crawled over to the dresser, and pulled open the first drawer he could reach. A Colt .45. He lurched against a wall. "FUCK, YOU WORLD, FUCK YOU MAN!!" he screamed as he pulled the tigger. The bullet ripped through his skull and brains, killing him in an instant.

Back at the Car.

Fozzie blasted Dick's car with a rocket. It exploded on contact. They had finished the job in the best way they knew, with moxy. "Yeah, I'd like a double-cheese with fries, and a coke," Charlie said as he pulled up with satisfaction to the Bojangles drive through, they were somewhere in South Carolina, because as we all know, Amendment 17 on the U.S. Constitution clearly states, there are to be no Bojangles north of the Mason Dixon line.

New York City-A Downtown Club-Bear's Place.

The based up figure of Shaggy approched a large chair. "Like, Podgy has news, Dastardly's dead. Like, no articles, man."

This was met by the response of a light british voice "Motherfucker."

He picked up a phone. "Get me Salvatore."

To Be Continued In Kangaroo Jack 2, Chapter 9