Ice Age: The Breakdown
by Psi Kat
Well...I've just had one of the worst weeks on the planet. I wasn't in a real mood to write, but I finally decided that writing would probably cheer me up. And guess what? I was right. :)
Plus the fact that I watched Ice Age 2 again. That movie always improves my mood.
Anyway, this chapter is for Scrat! (I needed to put him in the story and make him sing.)
Plus, my third OC, Nutmeg, is introduced! Hurray!
Ice Age is disclaimed in the first chapter. My OCs are mine. The song is not mine.
Enjoy!
Scrat hurriedly sniffed around. His acorn had wandered off again. Where was it? He had had it the day before, darn it! Now where was it?
He scurried along the ground, occasionally looking up in trees, hoping to find it. Come on, come on, come on! No luck. Angrily, he ran as fast as he could, sniffing the ground - and ran smack into a tree.
Bang! CRASH!
Scrat screamed and ran behind the tree. Then he cautiously peeked out. His eyes went wide. For in front of him lay dozens of acorns! Ecstatic, he ran out and grabbed several lovingly in his arms. He inhaled the scent, and sighed happily. He felt like he was back in Heaven. He looked up in the tree - and froze. More acorns were stored on the branches of this tree. He couldn't even count how many were in this tree. Excitedly, he dropped the rest and scurried up the tree. He couldn't believe it. Now he could see even more acorns that had been hidden by the leaves!
Suddenly, he heard a little growl behind him. He froze, then nervously turned around. Standing behind him was a female squirrel called Nutmeg. And she did not look happy to see Scrat. However, since Scrat had dealt with bigger threats before, he just turned his back on her and grabbed some acorns.
Big mistake.
The next thing he knew, Nutmeg had let out a battle cry and launched herself onto Scrat's back. Scrat screamed and tried to flip her off. No luck. She had a good grip. And she was dragging Scrat away from the acorns. Scrat frantically began to break free. He managed to grip he paw. Then tango music began blaring all around. Both squirrels looked around in surprise. Then, even more amazing, she began singing, in a squirrelly way.
"It belongs to me.
I've had it for a long time.
There's nothing like it in this world.
It's mine!
I know you want it,
And I really can't blame you.
You'd like to touch it, but if you do
I'll maim you!
So if you value your life,
You value your face,
You'll accept this at face value.
It's mine! I won't share it!
It's MINE!"
Scrat found himself glaring. Then he responded in kind.
"I feel the envy in your eyes
Each time you see it
But you know that's it's rightfully mine,
You'd better believe it."
At this, he sarcastically patted her head, as if she was a small child. Nutmeg glared back. She replied,
"When I'm gone, and you're alone,
Don't even try it!
'Cause I'll know, yes I'll know,
And you could never deny it!"
Scrat, even more annoyed now, grabbed an acorn. Nutmeg seized it, and they began tugging and singing together.
"So if you value your life,
You value your face,
You'll accept this at face value!
It's mine! I won't share it!
It's MINE!"
Nutmeg tugged - "I saw it first! It's mine!"
Scrat pulled back - "I had it last! It's mine!"
Nutmeg and Scrat furiously yanked - "Oh, can't you see? It's made for me!
It's mine! It's mine! It's mine!"
Scrat pried it loose. He smirked at her. "Mine."
Nutmeg grabbed it back. She continued to glare. "Mine!"
Scrat tugged it back. He took in a deep breath. "Mi-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiine!" He held the note so long his eyes bulged and his ribs all began sticking out. Finally, he gasped for breath. Nutmeg simply took the acorn back.
"It is a treasure,
Uniquely one of a kind.
Any king would be proud to possess -
It's mine!
It is my pleasure, my comfort, my joy,
It is the love of my life!
On an island alone by myself in a sea of desire!"
She now took Scrat and flung him out of the tree. She mockingly called down,
"So if you value your life,
You value your face,
You'll accept this at face value!
It's mine! I won't share it!
It's mine!
MINE!"
With that, Nutmeg retreated to her little home in the tree while Scrat spat squirrelly curses at her. He then began pondering ways to separate her from the acorns.
Yay for Scrat! (And I do feel better!)
In case you're wondering, I didn't make up that song. The song "Mine!" is by my favorite band, Trout Fishing In America. And I had been wanting to have a story for Scrat as well, but I couldn't think of a song for him. Then I listened to this song, and I had another Duh moment.
So, that was Scrat's first chapter and the first appearance of my beloved Nutmeg! (She existed long before Alex and Augustus.)
Read, review, and rock out loud, y'all!
Psi Kat