And now for an episode with a twist that will, most likely, leave you laughing.
It was inspired by that Spongebob episode, "Krusty Love", though this season I'm trying to keep things as original as possible... no promises, though.
Enjoy!
d~b
*Episode 3*
Robotnik's Crush
(Or, The Most Horrifying Thing To Imagine)
It was a beautiful day at Paradise Towers...
"HORACE! JASPER!"
Which was immediately ruined by Robotnik's bad mood. The villain/manager was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking quite angry- which wasn't really new- as two of his lackeys came stumbling down the stairs, out of breath. "Yes, boss?" Horace asked, between gasps of air.
Robotnik took in a deep breath. "Do you remember how every morning, I like to have a nice, raspberry jelly-filled danish for breakfast, complete with a cup of coffee, sitting on the desk for me?"
"Yes. We put it there like we do every morning," Jasper replied.
*WHACK!*
Robotnik swatted them across their faces with a rolled-up newspaper. "YOU FOOLS!" he then held up the danish. "This is a CHERRY danish! I specifically asked for RASPBERRY! I don't want a cherry danish for breakfast!"
"Cool, I'll take it," Shaggy said, walking by and snagging the danish on his way out the door.
"You owe me $2.50!" Horace called to him.
Robotnik then held up his coffee. "And I like my coffee to be decaffienated! How can I remain in a bad mood all day if my coffee perks me up?!" he snarled, then dumped it on the two lackeys. "Mess this up again, and I'll be putting you both in charge of bathroom maintanence on the ground floor!"
(We then get an image of a moldy-looking bathroom, where the Creature from the Black Lagoon is poking his head out of the toilet, before sinking back in)
"Y-Yes sir." Horace gulped, while Jasper only rolled his eyes.
"Now GET TO WORK!" Robotnik snarled. "I want that death-ray we ordered built by tomorrow afternoon!" With that, he kicked the two lackeys down the stairs!
Robotnik sat at his desk, smiling. "Ah, I do love being a slave-driver... No one else can be as cruel as I am!"
Suddenly, Scratch and Grounder came through the door... looking dented and their limbs bent around each other in a pretzel formation. "Morning, boss..." they both groaned.
"Scratch! Grounder! You should have been here two minutes ago!" Robotnik arched an eyebrow. "And have you've been playing Twister again?!"
"No, sir. We were out back, finishing up the mowing you wanted us to do at 5 AM. We went over behind the other apartment building, barely an inch on the property, when the manager of the place came out and lashed out on us!" Grounder replied, then gave Scratch a glare. "And it didn't help that THIS yut decided to argue with her!"
"I just said the old hag should stop wasting her breath on us, and use it to kill the weeds in the yard! ...You made it worse by claiming the building was in worse shape than they were!" Scratch argued.
"You're the one who tried running her over with the lawn-mower!"
"Well, you're the one who made fun of her dress size!"
"ENOUGH!" Robotnik bellowed. "I'll deal with this manager myself... If anyone is to dismantle my lackeys, it's me!"
Scratch and Grounder watched him go, then looked at each other. "Well, lets go have Horace and Jasper untangle us,"
"Yeah, my nose is starting to itch..." Grounder tried to reach for his nose... problem was, his drill/hand was bent behind Scratch's head, while the other was bent where his left wheel should have been. "Mmf! Mmf! Help me out here, Scratch!"
Scratch tried to reach, but both his hands were twisted together behind Grounder's back. Both of them wiggled around, until they suddenly rolled across the floor, and towards the stairs to the basement!
*CRASH!*
"...ow..." both of them groaned.
d~b
Robotnik stormed over to the apartment next door, Trueblood Towers, to give the manager a piece of his mind about abusing his lackeys (without his permission).
"I'll teach that hag what happens when they mess with any lackey of Doctor Robotnik's! Anyone who would dare to do so would be the most stupid, lame-brained, ignorant-" he was muttering to himself, storming through the doors of the building... where he stopped short, his eyes growing bubbly as his anger melted away. "...beautiful, gorgeous, lovely piece of work ever to be put on earth!"
Holly Trueblood happened to be walking by as Robotnik said this, then followed his gaze. He was looking at a red-haired woman in a green dress, putting on lipstick while propping her feet on the desk. Said woman was none other than Katrina Stonehart, Holly's step-mother and former-caretaker.
"...Yikes." Holly whispered.
By this time, Flip Chan walked in. "Hi, Holly, ready to go?" he asked, then paused when he noticed Robotnik standing there, with a goofy expression. "Uh, hey Robotnik... you okay?"
"Hubba dah boo wah..." Robotnik stammered for a bit, then snapped to his senses, turning to the kids. "Flip! Do you know that woman behind the desk?"
Flip sneered. "Unfortunately. That's Katrina Stonehart," he replied.
"She's my old step-mom," Holly added.
"Step-mom? ...oh, she's married..." Robotnik sighed.
"Oh no, she's single."
"What happened to the husband?"
Holly rubbed her arm. "I'd rather not talk about it..."
"Wait, Robotnik... are you interested in her?" Flip asked, surprised.
"NO!" Robotnik snarled, then looked over at Katrina, who was now checking her hair in a mirror, and he got a dreamy look in his eye again. "Er... well... maybe. So what if I am?!"
"Well... why don't you go say 'hi' and introduce yourself?"
"Introduce myself! My boy, I am Doctor Robotnik! Genius in the mechanical arts, and ambassador of mankind! I need no introductions!"
"Alright... then just go say hi," Holly said, bluntly.
Robotnik turned toward Katrina, who was now reading a magazine. "Um, well... I just forgot, I need to go back over to the building and do some, um, manager-like things, so it'll have to be later."
"Nervous, huh?" Flip guessed.
"Of course not! I just said I'm busy!"
"Okay... I'll go over and break the ice for you, then." With that, Flip walked off!
"NO, WAIT! ...oh, that kid is going to ruin my image..."
Flip walked over to Katrina. "Excuse me, Miss Stonehart?"
"What do you want, kid?" Katrina sneered, barely looking at him.
"I was wondering if you'd be interested in meeting a frie... I mean an acquai... The manager of the apartment I live in,"
"Ugh, if it's the idiot who hired those robotic stooges, forget it."
"Wait here!"
"What the...?! I said forget-"
Too late, Flip was back with Robotnik- who was looking quite nervous and sweaty at the moment. "Katrina, this is Doc-"
*Thud!*
Robotnik made a face-plant on the ground, stiffly. Flip stood him back up. "This is Doctor Robotnik."
"Er... hi." Katrina replied, arching an eyebrow.
Robotnik said nothing. "Psst! Robotnik! Say 'hello'..."
"Guggleblurble meepleboob," Robotnik stammered, unable to speak.
"Uh... I'm going to call Security," Katrina said, reaching for the phone.
"Meezletug!"
"...What?"
"Hold on, I think he's trying to say something!" Flip replied, then turned to Robotnik. "Go on, Robotnik! Use your words..."
"Uh... Flubber ribby gatta gooba!"
"Um... I don't speak idiot," Katrina sneered.
"I think he's saying... he wants to... lock you in a crate!" Flip guessed.
"WHAT?!"
"NAH! Flibber rubber tooga noob!" Robotnik yelled at Flip.
"...Punch you in the face!" Flip guessed again.
"You louse!" Katrina snarled.
"ZIPPA! DOOLAH DOOLAH! GOOG!" Robotnik bellowed, trying to pronounce every incomprehensible word carefully.
"No wait! He wants to take you..." Flip began.
"...meeky-doo."
"...On a DATE!"
Robotnik pumped his fists, smiling then leaned against the desk, reprieved that the message finally got out. "Is that true, Robotnik? You want to take me on a date?" Katrina questioned, deadpanned.
"Yes..." Robotnik sighed.
"Well, in that case..."
*BOOT!*
Robotnik found himself flying out the doro, landing in the middle of the street!
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" Katrina bellowed, then stormed back inside.
"Aw, too bad... they would have made a vile couple," Flip said to Holly as they walked along.
"Yeah, though I'm upset at you, Flip." Holly said, crossing her arms.
"Me? Why?"
"Well, I know Robotnik tends to be bitter towards everyone... but that's still no reason to try to set him up with Katrina! You should show him some mercy,"
"True... but... it just looked like he really liked her. Maybe, if he managed to get a date, he wouldn't be so grumpy! Katrina would probably be nicer too, don't you think?"
"...Or they'd both unite to make our lives miserable, but I see your point." Holly looked back at Robotnik, who walked into the apartment. "After all, no one deserves to be turned down like that,"
"I've got it! Lets set them up on a blind date!"
Holly looked at Flip, as if he just offered to jump in front of a truck. "Are you nuts?! We could get killed!"
"We'll only get killed if we get caught. C'mon! I have an idea..." Flip rushed to his apartment.
Holly followed, sighing. "That's what I'm afraid of..."
d~b
Meanwhile, downstairs, Pugsy was walking home from work, whistling as he walked through the lobby-
"NO WHISTLING IN THE LOBBY!" Robotnik shouted, startling him a bit, the villain more grouchy than he originally was (for obvious reasons involving getting shot down like a duck during duck season-) "AND NO NARRATIVE COMMENTS!"
...Sheesh.
"Sheesh is right," Pugsy agreed with the narrator. "What's your problem, Robotanik?"
"It's Robotnik, you twit! Learn to speak right, otherwise your rent goes up!"
"That's not a good excuse to increase someone's rentification!"
"That's it! From now on, I expect $500 a month from you!"
Zippy happened to be walking in from the backyard just then, walking a gray cat. "Whoa... what did you do to cheese off Robotnik, Pugs?" she asked.
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! ...AND NO CATS ALLOWED IN THE BUILDING!"
Zippy blinked several times, rubbing her finger in her ear. "Sheesh, dude, lower the volume- you're going to break the caps-lock! And I thought pets were allowed in the building?"
"Not unless you want to pay an extra $1000 dollars per month!"
"What?! I already pay $200 dollars extra!"
"Well the price just went up, Pugnacious! NOW SCRAM!"
Zippy picked up her cat, she and Pugsy both giving Robotnik a glare before walking into the elevator. "Geez, what a jerk- and people say I have a bad temperament!" Pugsy sneered.
"Yeah, I've seen better manners from Monty Python's killer rabbit!" Zippy agreed, stroking her cat. "Someone ought to give that guy a kick in the pants- isn't that right, kitty?"
"Meow," The cat replied.
Pugsy shook his head. "I'd leave it alone- ticking him off more would just make things worser," he replied. "Trust me, I know."
"How do you know?" Zippy questioned.
"People have been doing it to me for years!"
The elevator doors opened, and Zippy followed him to his apartment. "Still, someone should put Robotnik in his place- just because someone's in a bad mood doesn't mean they should take it out on others,"
Pugsy gave her a look. "You mean like how you hit me in the face with a Frisbee just because your computer blue-screened?"
"That was and accident- I was aiming for Scratch."
Pugsy rolled his eyes and they entered the apartment, seeing Flip and Holly sitting at a table with paper and pencils. "What are you two doing?"
"We're going to set up Robotnik with a blind-date," Flip told him.
Zippy and Pugsy gave them confused looks. "...Come again?"
"He tried to ask out Katrina, but she turned him down... so we're going to make it to where they meet up at a restaurant," Holly replied.
"Then maybe they'll be nicer," Flip added.
"...Or unite and make us all miserable," Zippy deadpanned.
"That's what I said, but Flip still wants to try," Holly said.
"Flip, I don't think you should get involved in this sort of thing," Pugsy told Flip.
"Why not?" Flip questioned.
"Because you're too young to be attempting suicide!"
"Oh, they won't know it's us! I think it's a good idea,"
"You know, I think the kid has a point. ...It'll get Robotnik off our case for a while, at least." Zippy replied.
"Maybe... The way Katrina is, he'll probably be scarred for life so badly, we'll have to get a new manager," Pugsy replied, smirking.
"You guys want to help?" Holly asked.
Pugsy shook his head. "Nah, I'm going to listen to my common sense and NOT get involved," with that, he walked to his room.
"Yeah, and I promised Shawn K. I'd go with him to the lake- he needs someone to steer his jet-ski while he hang-glides," Zippy added, walking out.
"Shawn K. is a brave man..." Holly commented.
"Oh yeah... Well, I got the letters written."
"Good, where do you keep the stamps?" Holly asked.
"I think they're in the computer desk," Flip and Holly walked over to the computer desk, looking around for the stamps.
...Not noticing Zippy had snuck back in, grabbed a pencil, and erased the name of the restaurant's address on each letter, changing it, then quickly going out the screen door and jumping over the balcony!
Flip and Holly walked back over and- not noticing the change Zippy made to both their letters- and stuffed them each into an envelope, putting the stamps on them. "Okay, you deliver Katrina's, I'll deliver Robotnik's!" Flip said.
"Right!" Holly said, and they went out, putting each of the letters through the mail-slots in their apartment's lobbies. They then met up around back. "Well, it's done. Now what?"
"Now, we wait," Flip replied, and crossed his fingers. "And HOPE things go well,"
As they walked off, Zippy popped out of some bushes she fell into, spitting out leaves. "Yeah, now we wait... and see how Robotnik handles a bit of revenge," she chuckled.
"What are you talking about?" Shaggy asked, suddenly standing by the bush.
"Nothing! ...You didn't hear anything from me, either!" Zippy said, then quickly ran off.
Shaggy blinked, then shook his head. "Just when I thought she couldn't get any weirder..."
d~b
~The Next Day~
Robotnik, still grumpy from yesterday, walked into the lobby, pushing a ladder Scratch was on while he was changing a lightbulb, causing him to fall on Horace! "Ow..." Scratch groaned.
"Oy, the boss is acting more cruel than yesterday!" Horace commented.
"I'll say... It would be nice to see him in a good mood for once!"
Robotnik was going through the mail. "Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill... Why are all these letters addressed to Bill?!" he growled, until he came to the last letter. "Wait... what's this?" he tore it open, then read it over...
Suddenly his eyes widened, and a goofy smile appeared on his face, and he emitted a wheezy, excited, high-pitched gasp.
...And it freaked out his henchmen. "I take it back. It's downright scary," Scratch commented.
"Oy, what's up with Robotnik?" Jasper asked as he and Grounder walked over, noticing their boss' doofy impression. "I've never seen him smile like that, before!"
"Maybe it's gas," Grounder whispered.
"Uh, boss? What's going on?" Scratch asked, cautiously walking over to Robotnik.
Robotnik suddenly grabbed Scratch around the wrists, and started to spin, letting go of him and prancing around the room, laughing giddily. He grabbed Jasper's hands and did a happy tip-toe dance, then pranced over Grounder, then over Horace, doing cartwheels, and twirling around.
"Blimey, he's lost his senses!" Jasper gasped.
"Grounder, quick! Get the air-filter! He must've inhaled too much fresh air!" Scratch urged.
"Ooh, I see what's going on..." Horace replied, picking up the letter Robotnik dropped. "Looky here! Someone asked Robotnik out on a blind date!"
"Let me see that!" Jasper said, taking the letter. "Who could have sent it?"
"Katrina Stoneheart!" Robotnik swooned, taking the letter and laying back on the desk, as hearts bubbled over his head. "The woman must have been overcome by my charm yesterday, and couldn't resist the urge to go out with me!"
"But I thought she booted you out like a soccer ball!" Grounder questioned.
"She must've been too shy to say yes... and decided to send me a letter!" Robotnik curled up on his desk, hugging the letter like a teddy bear, smiling and giggling.
The lackeys stared at their boss, becoming quite uncomfortable. "Um... okay boss... we'll, uh... we're going to go work on that death-ray now..." Jasper said, and the henchmen quickly ran down to the basement.
Robotnik only continued to lay on his desk, rolling left and right now, still laughing giddily.
Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip happened to be coming down by this time... and were also appalled to see the villain in such an unusual state. Shaggy covered Flip's eyes, and Pugsy tipped his hat down awkwardly, all of them quickly walking out of the building.
"Never speak of it?" Flip guessed.
"Right." Shaggy and Pugsy answered.
d~b
Meanwhile at Trueblood Towers, Katrina Stoneheart came across her letter. "Who's the letter from, Mom?" Her daughter, Brattina, asked. She had changed as well, now having short brown hair held back by a headband, wore a dark-green sleeveless shirt, and khaki shorts, and no longer called Katrina 'mommy-dearest' or any of that stuff that made one's skin crawl.
"I don't know... but it's from a secret admirer, no doubt." Katrina said, then patted the trim of her hair. "Which is no surprise, not too many men can resist your mother."
"Oooh! What's it say?"
Katrina held up the letter. "'My dearest Katrina, I have been bewitched by your lovely face, and must request you meet me Friday Night at 8:00 for a date, at the restaurant on the intersection of 12th and 14th Ave. Please come! I cannot go on without having a chance to bask in your glorious beauty. Sincerely, your secret admirer'. ...Huh, how more cliche can you get? Ah well, it's been a while since I've gone on a date, might as well get back into the game."
"Odd that they want to meet at that place on 12th and 14th Ave., though..."
Katrina looked at her. "What makes you say that? What's on 12th and 14th?"
d~b
Crazy Matt's Polka-And-Rave Diner.
Robotnik looked up at the sign, blinking, wondering why his blind date wanted to meet at such a place, sitting at a table as he waited for his date... watching as the employees, dressed in lederhosens and neon glow-necklaces, passed by from one table to another delivering orders, while techno/polka music played in the background, and a few people were on the dance-floor across the room.
"Why do I get the feeling this woman might be some sort of nut-job?" Robotnik asked himself. He shifted a bit, adjusting his tie, and checked his breath- his mustache drooping. He took out some tic-tacs, putting one in his hand... and poured the rest in his mouth. He checked his watch, seeing it was 8:10, and began to wonder if his date would ever arrive.
Just when he believed he had been stood up, Katrina walked in, wearing a lime-green dress so bright, it made the glow-necklaces look dim... in fact, a couple people went blind when the colored lights reflected off it. "MY EYES!" one man screamed, off-screen.
Katrina ignored them, looking around for any sign of her date... grimacing when she noticed Robotnik, who shyly waved to her. "Good grief..." she sneered, walking over. "Geez, Robotnik, didn't you get the hint the first time, or do I have to spell it out for you?!"
Robotnik's smile faded. "What are you talking about? You asked me here!" he looked around. "...odd choice for a first date, by the way..."
"I didn't invite you! ...Even if I did, it would be somewhere less annoying. You're the one who sent me the letter!" She dug into her purse, pulling out the letter and showing it to him.
Robotnik dug into his suit-jacket, pulling out his letter. "But you sent me a letter!" he showed it to her.
Katrina arched an eyebrow. "Wait... so if neither of us asked the other, who the heck set this up?!"
"I don't know... but as soon as I find out..." Robotnik groused, then took out a laser-gun and zapped a random employee, turning him into a pile of ash with blinking eyeballs and a glow-necklace. "They're going to end up like that!"
"Is there a problem here?" Another employee asked, walking over-
*BAM!*
Katrina punched him in the face! "Darn right there is, bub!" she snarled. "I'm getting out of here!"
"Right behind you!" Robotnik agreed, following her bitterly. "I should have known this was a trick... And as soon as my death-ray is finished, that place is the first to go!"
"Hmph, if you're going to blow up anything, blow up those animal shelters- especially anything with cute, adorable puppies! ...I hate puppies..."
"Ugh, me too- and hedgehogs! I ABHOR hedgehogs! One kept ruining my plans for world domination!"
"Yeah, well, at least you didn't have a bratty step-daughter stopping you from building a condo! The day I finally managed to disown that pest was the best day of my life! Rotten kids, all of them- except for my daughter,"
"I hear you on that- There's a child in my apartment I'm aiming to get rid of, him AND his two rotten friends! ...Wait, you said you had a daughter?"
"Yeah, from my first husband- before he was deported overseas. Why, you got a problem with me having a kid?!"
"Depends, is she anything like you?"
"Spitting image!"
"Sounds like a girl who'll break hearts!"
"FINALLY someone gets it! Not so many men can see it. What about you?"
"I have lackeys- which is almost like having kids, except without having to pay for school, and I'm allowed to smack them around."
"Hmm... You know, Robotnik, at first I thought you were just a pathetic excuse for a man... And I still see that... but I also see a vile, cruel, black-hearted scoundrel underneath all that blubber."
"And I see a vicious, loathsome, inconsiderate snob behind all that layer of dark make-up. Tell me, are you a spawn of Hades, or could they just not handle you?"
Katrina giggled. "Oh, you flatterer!"
They both chuckled, walking off down the sidewalk, towards the park.
d~b
Flip, Shaggy, Pugsy, Holly, Shawn K., Uncle Ted, Derek, and Zippy were hanging out in the park, having decided to play a game of 'fizzball'. "The rules are simple: You shake an unopened soda can, then chuck it at a person carrying a blunt intrument, and they whack it as hard as they can to make it explode in a misty spray of fizz!" Zippy was explaining.
"Zippy... where do you come up with these ideas?" Shawn K. asked, questionably.
"The Freelance Police,"
"Lets just get to it, already!" Derek sneered, holding a soda-can. "I want to smash stuff!"
"Alright, calm down kid. Just throw the can!" Pugsy said, being the first one up, holding a baseball bat.
"Heh heh, coming right at ya, dork!" Derek shook the can good, then chucked it right at Pugsy, who swung the bat hard, hitting the soda can... however, it didn't explode, but instead bounced right back at Derek, knocking him out!
Flip bit his knuckle, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Yeah, I forgot the other rule: Be prepared to duck," Zippy explained.
"Hey, Derek, you okay?" Uncle Ted asked his nephew.
"Easy squeezy lemon peasy..." Derek babbled before losing conciousness.
"O-kay, I think we should do something else..." Shawn K. suggested.
"Preferably something that doesn't involve Pugsy swinging a blunt instrument and putting people in comas," Shaggy added. Pugsy jerked towards him with the bat, making the coward yelp and dive behind Shawn for protection.
"Hey, look!" Holly gasped, pointing across the pond towards a bridge. "There's Robotnik and Katrina!"
"Gosh, I wonder how their date is going," Flip wondered. Zippy bit her lip, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Maybe we should leave, they might want to be alone," Shawn K. suggested. Everyone remained silent. "...Spy on them?"
"Yeah!" Everyone answered, and ran over to a second bridge, ducking low and watching the two antagonists, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"I never thought I'd meet such a lowdown, rotten creep in my life," Katrina said to Robotnik, then smiled. "Now that I have, I guess I have hope again,"
"As do I, Katrina." Robotnik said. "...I just wish the evening could have started out somewhere more suited to our tastes, and not some polka-techno joint."
"Polka-techno? They were supposed to go to an Italian restaurant!" Holly whispered.
"Yeah, how did they end up going anywhere else?" Flip wondered.
They heard a snicker, and looked over at Zippy. "Zippy..." Both kids chided.
"Oh, it was just a joke! Besides, it turned out well for them, right? I regret nothing," Zippy scoffed.
"I still had a good time," Katrina said... then kissed Robotnik on the lips!
Zippy's eye twitched. "Now I regret it!"
"YEOW!/EW!" Flip and Holly stammered.
"Zoinks! My eyes!" Shaggy yelped.
"Yeesh/Oh, gross..." Ted and Shawn both said, shuddering.
"*hurk!* Blaergh!" Pugsy gagged, throwing up over the other side of the bridge.
Robotnik and Katrina heard the sounds of groaning, moaning, screaming, and vomiting... but only smiled. "Ah, they're playing our song," Robotnik said.
"Sweet misery," Katrina added, smiling back.
"Lets get out of here, before we're further traumatized!" Ted stammered.
"Gang way!" Shaggy cried, running off first.
"Oh, Lord, I'm going to need therapy!" Flip whimpered.
"I saw less scary things in horror movies!" Zippy said, shuddering.
"I think I'm IN a horror-movie!" Shawn K. said.
"I think I threw up 25 pounds..." Pugsy groaned, holding his stomach, holding his mouth as he gagged again.
"That is the last time I go along with one of your plans!" Holly snapped at Flip.
"I didn't think it would backfire!" Flip replied.
"Anyone know a place where we can get our memories erased?!" Shaggy begged.
"Wait... I think we forgot Derek!" Ted said, turning around.
"It's too late, Ted! We can't turn back! ...Never turn back..." Shawn K. said, dramatically.
The group continued to run, flinching and gagging at the horrid sight they saw. Meanwhile, Katrina and Robotnik walked off, arm-in-arm.
Derek came to, minutes later. "Ugh... what I miss?" he asked... not knowing how lucky he was that he had been unconcious during the last two minutes.
d~b
Back at Paradise Towers, later that night, Jasper, Horace, Scratch, and Grounder walked out of a smoke-filled basement. "Way to go, you dolts! Robotnik's going to kill us!" Jasper snapped.
"Don't yell at us! You were holding the blue-prints upside-down!" Scratch snapped. "It's not our fault the wires got crossed!"
"Well it's YOUR fault for not catching that cat!"
A gray cat ran up the steps just then, heading upstairs.
"Oh, what does it matter? We're all sitting ducks, now!" Horace whined.
"Uh oh, here comes the boss!" Grounder yelped, and all the lackeys panicked, trying to run off, but only ended up crashing into each other!
"Good evening, boys..." Robotnik said, dreamily.
"Oh, geez, boss! L-Listen, it was an accident! The wires got crossed, then there was this cat, and- and-" Scratch stammered.
"We'll fix the death-ray! Please don't kill us!" Horace cried.
"Oh, that? ...That's alright. There's plenty of time to build a death-ray," Robotnik said, sitting behind his desk, leaning back very relaxed.
The lackeys gawked, their boss taking the news TOO well. "You mean... you're not mad?" Jasper asked.
"Oh, I'll be mad later... Why don't you boys take the rest of the night off?"
The lackeys exchanged looks- but considering they never got time off, they decided to question nothing, and bolted out the door before their boss returned to his normal, crabby self.
d~b
~The Next Day~
Katrina walked into the lobby the next morning. "Hello, Robotnik! I was wondering if you'd like to do lunch- perhaps we could swap ideas on how to get rid of your 'pesty child' problem," she cooed.
"Mmm, sounds good! I think this is the start of a vile relationship..." Robotnik said.
"Yes... but, um, if we're going to go steady, mind shaving that mustache? It's bothering the heck out of me," With that, Katrina walked out.
Robotnik gave a blank stare, then went down to the basement. "On second thought, I'm not ready for commitment. SCRATCH! GROUNDER! Get back to work on that death-ray!"
d~b
A/N: I'm with Pugsy... *hurk*
Apologies for scarring any of you for life at the end, there. Hopefully, the next chapter will be less traumatic!
(Thanks goes to Mr. Cartoon for lending some ideas)