This oh-so-wonderful story is coming to an end, oh the noes! There could be an extra chapter, but I'll figure that out later. Only the cameraman is mine. Peppy Anklyosaurus and Dr. Hoshi are property of Yoshizilla.
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" howled the announcer, who apparently felt very empowered at the moment. "And if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a way to get Yoshi's fat green tail down here."
"Mhmhrmhm!" the cameraman slurred as he uncomfortably rocked back and forth.
"Oh, and I'm sure you're hungry or need to go to the bathroom. You're free to go."
Suddenly, every inch of duct tape vanished. The announcer must have magical powers! Ooh!
The cameraman beamed and ran out of the studio to who-knows-where, yelling like some 4th grader who just finished his last day of school for that year.
The announcer heaved a sigh of relief.
"Now I can make a phone call without that fool interrupting," commented the announcer, dialing a very long number, then humming while waiting for someone to pick up.
The phone rang annoyingly in an attic. It was a mysterious, dusty one, one no one but the owner knew about. Unfortunately for the intolerant announcer, the owner wasn't there. Or at least didn't care to because he/she/it was busy doing something more important or interesting.
There was an awkward silence, which seemed worse than usual due to the cameraman's absence.
"I'm bored!" the announcer proclaimed for no reason, right before picking up a crumpled piece of paper and folding it into a paper football. The announcer flicked the paper across the dust-coated desk. This pointlessness continued until the paper football finally fell off of the right side of the desk.
"Score!" shouted the announcer, sounding absolutely foolish. Thankfully, the phone rang and interrupted this utterly strange moment.
"Hello?"
"I checked my phone. You called a minute ago," replied the raspy voice at the other end.
"Yes. Aren't you supposed to be getting me that green dinosaur thing?"
"Don't worry, I didn't forget. Is now a good time?"
"No, I'm calling to check on your Canadian pet boulder with the green graffiti," shot the announcer, who just wanted to get what he wanted.
"Hermes is quite fine, thank you," the one at the other end answered, believing the question was sincere.
Yet another inept silence occurred.
"Well, are you sending me the dinosaur, or what?"
"Yes yes, let me get my address book and a box." Soon there was crunching, paper crumpling, glass breaking, and cat screaming in the background. The announcer winced.
"So, are you calling me from the insane asylum yet?"
"Surprisingly not. Luckily, that cameraman recently left and has been gone a while. I don't know where exactly he went, but he did go in the direction of the nearest grocery store…"
Meanwhile, at the grocery storeThe cameraman had a tough decision to make, and was deep in thought, contemplating. His hands move from side to side, left to right, as he tried making his final choice. He ran his hand through his thin dirt brown hair while tapping his left foot steadily. It was just too hard. What was a helpless moron like him to do?
"Hmm…horseradish-flavored mayonnaise, or mayonnaise-flavored horseradish?" wondered the cameraman, for he only had enough money to buy one or the other, along with a jar of cucumber flavored pickles for dipping.
"Horseradish-flavored mayonnaise is the way to go!" shouted an enthusiastic passerby, who liked like he had just emerged from a cheap gym and stopped by for an energy snack. "I use it all the time as a side with my flavorful steamed zucchini!"
"Don't listen to him, that stuff tastes like unminty toothpaste," a young woman argued, not caring if the word 'unminty' existed or not.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah!"
"You're wrong!"
"No, you are!"
"Oh look, ice cream-flavored cake!" the cameraman squealed in delight as he snatched a can from the dusty shelf.
And so the two brainless people's argument eventually escalated to physical fighting, and then an employee, the manager, the co-manager, and a plump man with a pink thong on his head came by.
By then, the cameraman found enough pennies and dollar bills hiding in the tiniest nooks and crannies to get both the mayonnaise flavored horseradish and the horseradish flavored mayonnaise. He skipped happily to the express line, where he picked up a small package of gum-flavored mints. Using a bulky bag of rolled up bills and excessive coins, he paid for his items and dashed back to the studio.
Back at the studio"Ah yes, Yoshi, about time. Where is that cameraman?" the announcer muttered while forcing the poor green dinosaur into the uncomfortable chair on the stage.
"I'm back!"the cameraman shouted with a mouthful of mayonnaise-flavored horseradish and a chunk of a cucumber flavored pickle.
"Finally." The announcer paused. "What on Earth are you eating?"
The cameraman held up a tacky jar. "Well, this here-"
"Forget I asked. Go do your job."
The cameraman did a quick salute before running over to his little chair, directly behind his precious camera. He affectionately stroked it and chewed and swallowed the last piece of the cucumber-flavored pickle.
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars, know your stars."
Just then, two anomalous creatures threw the doors open, seizing attention of everyone. The one on the left seemed to have a sturdy yellow figure with a round head and a reptilian snout. The one on the right… was beyond explanation, to put it simply.
"It is I…DR. HOSHI!" shrieked the one on the right as he dragged in the yellow creature. "And this is Peppy the Ankylosaurus."
"Exactly what are you doing here?" questioned the announcer, right before the cameraman noisily crunched into another cucumber-flavored pickle. "Cameraman, could you please halt your unnecessary snacking?"
"Not only will I do that, but I'll stop eating as well," the cameraman reported proudly.
"We are here to take our friend Yoshi," Peppy said with a dazed expression.
"Too bad, my friend sent him over here for business purposes," the bored announcer replied tediously.
"In that case…" Dr. Hoshi began.
"…We're taking him!" Peppy finished as he ran over to his terrified pal.
Yoshi jumped unto Peppy's back with relief. Dr. Hoshi held the doors open for their escape.
"Not so fast!" the announcer snapped. "This calls for my customized robot."
Just then, a robot in the shape of a slender male in a tutu dropped carefully, causing the trio to scurry away. Once they caught a glimpse of the bright, rosy outfit, all three of them plus the cameraman burst out into laughter.
"You won't be laughing when I catch you three," the announcer's threatening voice rumbled from inside the robot. "Besides, when I have free time and more money, I plan on suing the company. I certainly didn't order this." The robot's head turned towards the cameraman. "You, keep an eye on the place."
The cameraman was hugging his camera and had tuned out the announcer.
"Oh, forget it." The announcer hit a button that caused the cameraman to go unconscious, and then stole the glistening pink camera.
The robot's head turned back towards the doors. "Oh poo, they already left. No matter, this can go up to 450 miles an hour…Okay not really, but I'm the announcer and I'll find a way!"
The announcer's robot stormed off speedily, causing grains of sand to float into the cameraman's mouth. Vibration made the chair wiggle back and forth, trying to maintain balance, but it failed and the cameraman's lifeless body fell onto the cold, hard floor, lying there helplessly.
That is, until small tapping occurred in the vent, which sounded like a small being crawled swiftly. Perhaps the cameraman was really having a lucky day, considering all the cash he had found earlier. One thing was for sure; the lucky streak surely wasn't over.
Pretty pointless, it may seem, but this story will have a better ending. You could call this one chapter split into two. Anyway, it will be up soon, since I want to get it written while the ideas are still fresh in my head.
And if the cameraman were conscious, he would tell you to review, buy him another jar of cucumber-flavored pickles, stay in school, and something about unicorns. So at least be thankful for that.