"Boys Will Be Boys"
"Boys Will Be Boys"
by Ross7
The forest was dense with underbrush. Hannibal's senses were heightened. The hunter was also the hunted. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, he was hit! The Colonel's gaze dropped to his chest. He stared, in shock and disbelief, at the crimson stain that was trailing down the front of his white jumpsuit. "Murdo-ock! How could you? We're on the same team, for cryin' out loud!"
The Captain, also wearing white coveralls, dropped down from the tree limb he'd been perched upon. "I assure you, Colonel, I did not discharge my weapon!"
Hannibal's disbelief was quadrupled. "I've got lime. B.A.'s got grape. And, Face has orange. It HAD to be you! You're the only one using red Kool-Aid!"
Confronted with such damning evidence, his companion reluctantly came clean. "What can I say? You stepped within range and I couldn't help myself. I…I…snapped." The unrepenant Captain pointed the barrel of his Super-Soaker straight up. Then, he squeezed its plastic trigger and took a few refreshing swallows from his potable, portable, drink dispenser. H.M. licked his lips and beamed a broad, crimson smile at his teammate. "And, for the record, it's cherry."
The Colonel did the only thing he could do. He 'limed' him.