Wakko sat cross-legged on the tank's floor, watching Xakko (((A/N: in Vakko's body, remember,))) and Dottie set up a pump system to the tank from a large canister of ICC™ (((A/N: the Injury Causing Chemical…I know how hard it is to keep on top of stuff that's only updated once every decade or so, so I wouldn't leave you on your own there…)))
Wakko needed only to pound the glass a few times in order to realize that he wasn't going to get out unless someone let him out. He came to the realization that either he had to convince Xakko and Dottie to let him out (not bloody likely,) or he had to stall for time.
Wakko stood up and pounded the glass a few times to get Xakko and Dottie's attention. When they looked his way, he waved his hand in a beckoning fashion, indicating to them that he wanted them to come over to the chamber. Xakko stood up and said something to Dottie. Wakko couldn't hear what it was, but he could figure out that Xakko told Dottie to continue hooking up the pump. Well, this didn't help the stalling plan as much as he had hoped, but Wakko decided to continue…maybe he could get some ideas in his head for stalling tactics later.
Xakko walked over to the chamber and slid a hatch about as big as a peanut butter sandwich open so that he and Wakko would not have to yell at each other through the thick glass. (A regular peanut butter sandwich. If it had been as big as the ones Wakko tended to make he'd be able to escape no problem at all.)
"Whaddaya want?" Xakko irritably asked.
"That's some fancy-looking equipment you have there…" Wakko began.
"It's a friggin' pump and some garden hose!" Xakko interjected.
"Hmmm…so it is…nice colour, what is that, green?"
"I see what you're doing, but unless you have a real question I'm not going to talk to you."
"Fine…just wondering what you're going to do with this pump is all."
"I'm gonna kill you, duh."
Wakko rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right…you can't kill a toon."
"You'll see. Or rather, your siblings will see."
Xakko went to close the hatch, but Wakko motioned for him to stop. "Wait!" Wakko said. "As a villain, you are conduction-rally ogle-baited to tell me about your plan in detail!"
"What?"
"Um…construction-ally…og-tailgated? No, that's not right. Distractionbrucelee, umm…"
"Contractually obligated?"
"Oooooooh, now it makes sense! Thanks!"
"No problem. But Ryan's making the 'hurry-up' motion. I think that means the chapter's almost over."
"That's a pretty short chapter."
"Yeah, I know. Longer than the last one though." ( Pause, hands in pockets, whistling. )
"Well, 'later!" ( Waves, turns. )
"But you're contru…conspuctable…under contract!"
"I'll tell you next chapter."
"Thanks! You're the best!"
"It doesn't make sense to say that to someone who plans to kill you."
"Peh. Says you."
