Sorry about the delay. I've been swamped with homework. Ugh... I want the summer back! Well, thanks to all who reviewed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bark, Bean, or Nack. I only own Natalie, Eliah, and the guests.
ONWARD!
(This chapter isn't very funny. Sorry.)
-----------------------------------
"Look out Nack!" Bean shouted as he caught sight of a zombie chicken trying to scale the fridge.
The weasel peered around the enormous coffee can he was hiding behind and saw a chicken nearing him. "Holy crap!" He shouted as he quickly pulled his gun from it's holster. As the chicken neared the edge of the fridge, Nack took aim and pulled the trigger, intent on blowing the chickens zombified brains out. However, the so called bullet simply flew out of the gun and bonked the chicken on the beak. "What the hell!" Nack exclaimed as he grabbed the string tied cork, stuffed it back into the gun, and leaped off of the fridge. He made a rather ungraceful landing on the stove between Bean and Eliah. "Bean!" He shouted, "What the hell did you do to my gun? It only fires corks!"
"Bark swapped your real guns with cork guns just in case you tried to kill us!" Bean explained as he whacked a zombie chicken with his spatula.
"Damn it!" Nack yelled, "I ain't got a weapon now!"
"Here," said Eliah as she distastefully threw the frying pan at Nack. The sleazy purple weasel groaned as the metal pan hit him in the stomach and knocked him off his feet. "Whoops," Eliah said sarcastically. From underneath the frying pan, Nack gave her the finger.
"Look out!" Bean hollered as a chicken lunged at Eliah. The purple coyote lashed out with lightning reflexes and grabbed the zombie chicken by the neck. The chicken gave a gurgled cluck he was hurled at the door.
"Holy- Duck!" Eliah shouted as the door opened and the Beaver stepped in. He froze up for a second as he saw a chicken hurtling toward him, but he ducked just in time. There was a dull thud as the chicken smashed harmlessly against the door and slowly slid down to the ground. The Beaver's eyes widened as he stared around the room in total shock.
"Told you..." Bean murmured quietly.
----
By time he reached the top stair, Bark was wheezing and panting. It had not seemed like he had gone down as far underground as he did, but apparently he had. The polar bear wiped the perspiration from his face before he punched open the trap door that he had entered through. The fragile wooden door shattered beneath Bark's heavy fists. With a grunt of satisfaction, the polar bear climbed out behind a bush and into into the crisp night air.
Knowing that there were still around fifty chicken zombies prowling the hotel, Bark expected to hear clucking, but the courtyard was unnaturally silent. There were virtually no signs that zombie chickens had ever been there. Moonlight shone done on the grass, turning it a misty white color. The flowers were also dappled in silvery light. The scene was almost peaceful. Bark would have been tempted to sit down and enjoying the scenery had it not been for a loud crash followed by a very high pitched scream.
Alarmed, the polar bear ran across the grass and ducked into the side door. Normally dark at this time of night, the hallway was illuminated by the dim, flickering light of a flashlight. As Bark drew closer, he could see Snyder, clad in a long flannel shirt, holding the light. Next to him was Ferra. The blue and brown ferret was shivering. The hallway was comfortably warm, so Bark assumed it was from fear. She must have seen a zombie chicken. Standing behind them were Nack, the Beaver, Natalie, and Bean. Nack, Bean, and the Beaver looked quite calm, but Natalie was looking just as scared as Ferra. Maybe she was the one who screamed. "Who screamed?" He asked in a monotonous tone, expecting either Natalie or Ferra to confess. Instead, everyone pointed at Bean. Bark raised an eyebrow.
"What?" The green duck asked. "This giant chicken came out of no where. He was huge!" Bean exclaimed, flailing his arms wildly. "He was like the master chicken so something!"
"You've got to be kidding me." A voice said from somewhere in the darkness. Snyder aimed the flashlight in the direction of the voice, and Bark saw Eliah leaning against the kitchen door. The double metal doors had been barricaded with Bean's spatula. "The chicken wasn't that big." She said, glaring in Bean's direction. "Nack threw a bowl of my special pancake batter at a chicken, thinking he might be able to knock the chicken out, but instead, the chicken started getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it was about three times the size of a regular chicken."
"You serious?" Bark asked, somewhat skeptically. Eliah's cooking was horrible, but it was not that bad... or was it... I wonder what she meant by special? Bark wondered.
"Would you like me to show you?" Eliah growled. Bark shrugged, and the coyote stepped away from the door. She slowly slid the spatula out of the door handles and backed away. There was an ominous clucking from deep within the kitchen.
Natalie, Ferra, Snyder, the Beaver, Bean, and Nack (those who had already seen the so called "giant" chicken) backed down the hall a little ways. Bark eyed the door curiously. It rattled slightly and creaked open. "Holy... hell..." Bark said as he looked up into the face of the giant zombie chicken.
"BACOCK!" The chicken clucked, shaking the entire hallway. It angrily flapped its massive wings and stabbed at Bark. The polar bear ducked down and rolled across the ground. Clucking madly, the chicken squeezed out of the kitchen.
"Run!" Bark shouted, pushing the others farther down the hallway. They scrambled over each other, tripping occasionally. All of them were desperate to escape the giant zombie chicken that was chasing them. While the others kept running, Nack made his way over to Bark.
"There's only one thing that makes stuff grow that big." The sleazy weasel said. "It's called kulbiguia." (A/N: I totally just made that up)
"It's a poison," Nack continued, "I know, I've used it."
"So Eliah put that stuff in the pancake batter to try to poison everyone?" Bark asked.
"That's what I think." Nack said as he dove out the side door and into the courtyard. Bark followed after him and slammed the glass door shut, locking them all outside.
"What the hell are we gonna do now!" Natalie exclaimed. "We're locked outside, there's a giant chicken trying to break through the glass door, and it's already two in the morning. We're screwed!" The black cat shouted.
"Wait..." Bark began, "...we aren't all out here. Where's Shade Hunter and Heather?"
Bean shrugged. "Inside?" He suggested.
"We aren't screwed yet..." Bark said.
---
Bark was standing on the shoulders of Bean, who was standing on the shoulders of Nack, who was standing on the shoulders of Eliah, who standing on the shoulders of Natalie, who was standing on the shoulders of Ferra, who was standing on the shoulders of Snyder. The Beaver was watching them all, somewhat amused.
Bark tapped on Shade Hunter's and Heather's window. No one answered. He knocked. No one answered. He knocked ever harder. No one answered. He knocked even louder. "Psst!"
Heather threw open the window sill, causing Bark to wobble on Bean's shoulders. "What!" She snapped. "Oh..." she said when she realized who it was, "It's the one with the nice fur." Bark rolled his eyes. "Hey Shade!" Heather called. A moment later a very tired looking Shade Hunter was standing in the window.
"What do you want? Can't you see I was sleeping?" She snarled.
"Look, we need your help." Bark began. "Something really odd happened, and we're all locked out of the hotel."
Shade Hunter stuck her head out the window and snickered loudly. "Would you look at that, Heather."
The black and white cat looked down. "Well... it looks like they do need our help." She giggled.
"Yes, we do!" Bean called out from below Bark. Shade Hunter smirked.
"Please..." Bark begged.
"Bye, bye." Shade Hunter said as she stuck her index finger in Bark's fur. She gently pushed back, and Bark lost his balance. With one last laugh, the white foxbat slammed the window shut.
As Bark fell, Bean got knocked off balance, then Nack, and well... it was the domino effect.
"Now we're screwed." Bark stated as brushed some dirt off his fur. Natalie nodded in agreement.
Without warning, Ferra shrieked and pointed to the glass door. The big zombie chicken had broken through the glass and was running towards them, followed by the remaining zombie chickens. "Crap..." Eliah muttered.
"You know what?" The Beaver said, "I think this is a good time for an inspirational tune..."
"No!" Natalie hollered as she jammed her fingers into her ears.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like meeeeee!" The Beaver sang, singing the last part so loud that if the side door hadn't already been broken, it would have cracked into a million peices.
Eliah was about to shout something at the Beaver when something amazing happened: the zombie chickens stopped charging. They just stood there, clucking balefully and covering their heads with there wings. The eight of them stood there in amazement as the chickens slowly began to fall to the ground and fade away into the earth. "Wow..." Bark said, finally breaking the silence.
Eliah dropped the toaster she was holding in disappointment. "No battle...?"
Bean dropped the bomb he was about to light. "No explosions...?"
"No...diamond studded belt buckles?" Natalie said as she bent down and picked a small shiny square. The letter "B" was stamped in the center of the buckle. "This belonged to Bobbie." Natalie said, holding up the belt buckle.
"What's it doing out here?" Bark asked, glancing over at Eliah. The purple coyote was looking slightly uncomfortable. Had she accidentally dropped it? Bark glanced nervously at Bean. Now that the chicken problem was taken care of, they would have to resume their other mystery...
-------------------------
Sorry about the long chapter. I wanted to end the whole chicken thing at get back to the plot. Please review!