Hey all! It's been a bit, but I'm back with a brand new chapter. We're gonna shake things up a little bit here. This is where things are gonna be done differently. In my video series, Godzilla and his pals pretty much were relegated to filler plots at this point, and I don't really want much filler here. Now that we're further along, things are gonna stay plot driven. It was at this point that the villains started really going, which leads us to where the videos left off. We're almost caught up to the point I stopped making videos, and I think we'll be there within a couple of chapters. Instead of focusing on the filler plots, I'm gonna focus on our two primary villain factions. This chapter will focus solely on Ghidorah's group, while next chapter will catch up with Hedorah's part of the story. We'll catch up with Goji again soon, but for now, it's baddie time!
Chapter 15
Ghidorah Says Goodbye
Gigan did his best to hold onto the MOGUERA blueprints(not having hands made this difficult), as he read off the instructions to Megalon, who sat close by with his toy tool set Gigan's mother had gotten him for Christmas. Kevin drooled as he watched them, while King listened intently.
Gigan spoke on. "So, we're supposed to hook up the grappla plankie with the snefflefitzer, and then power up the crankenstankin with the nefflehitzer!"
Megalon cocked his head. "Ok, but what do I do with the depoopulator?"
"HEHEHEHEHE," laughed Kevin! "POOP! I LOVE POOPING!"
King rolled his eyes. "Well, I think the depoopulator should be saved until it's time to wrap up the rambooluts!"
Ghidorah glanced at each of them, absolutely convinced he was surrounded by idiots. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL BABBLING ON ABOUT!?"
"I dunno," said Gigan. "Might help to hire someone brainy instead."
Ghidorah gritted his teeth. "I've had it! King, Kevin, emergency meeting in my office!"
"We have an office," asked King. Ghidorah bit King's horn in response. "Oh right! That office! Duh!"
"See ya later boss," called Gigan.
"Don't go too far," said Megalon. "I'm making supper tonight! Maybe we'll have some Soupy Rocky!"
"You mean Sukiyaki," asked King.
"...No." Megalon watched as the three headed monster walked away. "Hey Gigan. Your mommy gave me these tools right?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"How does your mommy live here on Monster Island if the Nebulans slaughtered your family all those years ago?"
Gigan nodded. "I was wondering that myself. I blame bad writing."
Ghidorah sighed as he waited for someone to answer the phone. King looked on in confusion, wondering what Ghidorah was up to. Kevin...well, he was gargling acid.
"Hello there," said a nasally voice on the other end. "I am an operator. But my true ambition is the study of condors. I've devoted my entire life to the study of condors. I've even occupied a condor's nest. They'll be extinct soon you know. There are only about 40 left. I have acquired a condor egg which my wife is attempting to hatch for me. We could have number 41 on our hands. And..."
"WILL YOU SHUT UP," screamed Ghidorah, startling Kevin, and making him spill his acid. "I really don't care about you or your condors! Just do your job and take my call already!"
The operator sighed, clearly annoyed. "Fine. How may I help you today, young lady?"
"Young lady," said Ghidorah. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I am King Ghidorah! You may now start crying and begging for me to spare your life."
There was a slight pause before the operator responded. "Who?"
Ghidorah hissed. "WHAT!? Surely you've heard of King Ghidorah, of Planet X?"
"Is that that new kids show everyone's going nuts about?"
"Kids sh...How dare you!? I am the Destroyer of Worlds! My sole purpose in life is the destruction of all planets! I've spent billions of years traveling from world to world, killing everyone in my path! I've wiped out all life on Meputin, Kunglo, Urtansun, and too many others to count before making my way back to the Milky Way Galaxy, where I utterly decimated Mars, caused the dinosaurs of Earth to go extinct, and then creamed Venus! I am the most feared name in the entire solar system, and you say you've never heard of me!?"
"Right..." said the operator. "So, are you calling for information?"
Ghidorah sighed. "Look. Just connect me with the Nebulans, please..."
"Yes, one moment, ma'am."
Ghidorah couldn't believe his ears as annoying music began playing. "Put on hold again!? I'm getting sick of this!"
"Why you so anxious to reach those jerky Nebulans anyway," asked King. "They're scumbags. Nothing but worthless cockroaches."
"I'm gonna play with our wiener," said Kevin, slithering down toward the bottom half of their shared body.
Ghidorah began to protest, but opted not to. He was sick of arguing with idiots. "Putting up with Kevin is bad enough. But I'm done with Gigan and Megalon constantly ruining all of my ingenious plans"
"We gonna kill 'em?"
"No," said Ghidorah. Suddenly, both he and King yelped in pain.
"REALLY KEVIN," screamed King.
Ghidorah glared daggers at Kevin. "If you can't keep yourself from biting it, then you have won't be allowed to play with it anymore!" He looked back to King. "Anyway, no we're not gonna kill them. I'm gonna send them back to the Nebulans in exchange for better henchman."
"NEBULAN HQ," announced an overly perky voice. "As long as you don't need a can of raid, we're happy to offer our services! How may I be of helping to you?"
"Our wee willy winky is bleeding," announced Kevin.
"Well, that's not exactly my department," said the voice. "Let me connect you with Doctor..."
"No, no, no," yelled Ghidorah. "Ignore that moron. I'm King Ghidorah."
"Who?"
Ghidorah was about to go on another rant, but quickly regained control of himself. "Nothing. I've employed two of your projects as my henchmen, and I'm not happy with how they've turned out. I'd like to exchange..."
"You want the Special Project Department then! I'll connect you. Pleeeeeeeaaaaase Hooooollllllddddd!"
The music returned. "I swear to God, if I get put on hold one more time, I'm gonna lose my temper!"
"Like you haven't already," asked King, rolling his eyes.
"Special Projects, this is Kubota. How may I help you?"
Ghidorah sighed in relief. "At last. My name is...well it doesn't matter who I am actually. I've employed two of your specimens as henchmen. Gigan and Megalon. And, well, they're kind of stupid. I was wondering if I could exchange them for new and better henchmen. Money is no object. I'm quite rich. A king, actually."
There was a moment of silence, and then Kubota answered. "Sir, we do not appreciate prank calls such as this. Do you think we're stupid. You're a king? Next you'll tell us you're King Ghidorah or something."
"Well, uh..."
"Look, we'll let it slide this time, but be warned. If you repeat this nonsense, we will hunt you down, and destroy whatever planet you're calling from."
"Feel free," said Ghidorah. "You couldn't have any worse luck than I'm having with it!" He angrily slammed the phone down. "That does it! Goldorat!"
"Yes, my liege," said Goldorat as he approached.
"Get Gigan and Megalon out of here! And let them know that if I ever see them here again, I'll kill them both!"
"Can't we just do that anyway," asked King.
Once again, both King and Ghidorah yelped in pain, then both screamed, "KEVIN!"
Gigan and Megalon sat on a boulder a few miles away from Fog Mountain, contemplating what to do now. "So what do we do now," asked Megalon.
"That's what I'm contemplating," said Gigan. "We've got nowhere to go without Ghidorah."
"We could go back to your mommy's house."
Gigan shook his head. "Nope. Ever since you reminded me that she's dead, she stopped existing. We're stuck on our own."
"You mean, we have to depend on ourselves for survival," asked Megalon. "That's impossible! Nobody could do that!"
"Impossible or not, that's the size of it."
"Aw man!"
"Hello, boys," said a stammering voice.
"Oh no," said Gigan. He turned to have his fears confirmed.
"I am...Titanosaurus. I take care of the place while..."
"WE KNOW," yelled Gigan. "We met before, remember!?"
"Hey Gigan, maybe he could take care of us now."
"WHAT!? Titanosaurus!? But..." Gigan thought about it. "Well, I guess we don't have other options. So, uh...Titanosaurus. You uh...need some lackies?"
"I don't...know!" Titanosaurus was suddenly standing on his head. "You'll have to ask the master about that."
Gigan sighed. "Great. And just where is your master?"
"I'll take you to him right now."
"I can't believe we're seriously about to do this."
Megalon shrugged. "Least I don't have to eat your cooking."
"YOU TRY COOKING WITH THESE BIG MEATY CLAWS!"
"Hello, drills? And your claws aren't made of meat."
Gigan facepalmed, and instanly regretted it as his claw sunk into his forehead.
