NOTICE! I do not own anything in this fanfiction, save for two characters.
...Uh... Hello? Is anyone reading this? If you are, please tell me, 'cause I'm starting to lose interest in making this story. I might stop.
That night, Hogarth and the other castaways were still in Ren and Stimpy's tree. Hogarth was trying to think of a plan, while Chopper was doing his best to aid Midna.
The Twilit imp was not in good condition. Her wound hadn't healed yet, and to make matters worse, she seemed to be getting delirious.
"G-Guys..." she now mumbled, "We need to stay together and...and..." Just then, she let out a pained sigh.
This was too much for the child-minded Chopper. "And what?" he asked in a panic, "WHAT!? We need to stay together and WHAT!?" Now the human-reindeer doctor looked his captain square in the eyes.
Midna grinned a little. "Heh... Cute eyes, doc," she said before closing her eyes, still smiling.
Needless to say, this confused Chopper. "What!?"
"Aw, cripes!" Ren spat, slapping a paw over his eyes, "She's lost it."
"WHAT!?" Chopper exclaimed, "No!"
"Well, ya gotta help her!" Hogarth said.
"But I'm not that kind of doctor!" Chopper said, his voice breaking. Then he collapsed on the floor, tears flowing out of his eyes, and he cried softly, "I've failed you, Doctor Hiruluk..."
Stimpy gave the little reindeer a sympathetic look before walking over, picking him up and patting his back. "C'mon, now," the cat said gently, "you haven't failed anyone! She's still alive, right?"
Chopper paused, then nodded slowly.
Stimpy smiled. "Besides, Hogarth knows exactly how to get out of this. I can tell he has that kind of knowledge of things."
Ren watched the two of them with GIR, who also gave Chopper a sad look. The two walked over to Hogarth, who was looking out of the large hole in the tree, and Ren whispered, "Kid, any thoughts at all?"
Hogarth paused and looked out at the vast landscape, draped in silver moonlight. He watched at the J.P.H. Wonderlust, anchored a good distance away from Treasure Island.
"Without the map, we're dead," he murmured, then shifted his gaze to a small yellow glow, where the pirates had set up camp. "If we try to leave, we're dead." He turned away and back to their hideout. "If we stay here..."
"We're dead!" GIR chirped, apparently not knowing what 'dead' meant, "We're dead we're dead we're dead!"
Hogarth glared at the little robot, reminding him how dire the situation was. "Oh..." GIR murmured sadly.
The boy turned around and shook his head. He had lost all hope.
Stimpy looked at Hogarth, then at Ren and GIR, then Hogarth again. The fat cat was getting uneasy. "Duh, hey, Ren?" he asked his pal, "Don't you think Hogarth needs a little quiet time?"
Ren looked back at Stimpy, then at Hogarth. "...Yeah, I think he does, heh... Better slip out the back door."
Hogarth looked up, then turned around. "Back door?"
"Oh, yeah," Ren answered as he and Stimpy pushed on a large moss-covered dome in the middle of the room. The dome turned out to be a giant orb that turned in a socket. Soon, a circle of light shone on the cat and chihuahua's faces, making them squint. They kept pushing until the light shone on the ceiling of the room. Intrigued, Hogarth ran over to investigate.
"You know," Stimpy explained, not really paying attention, "we get a delightful breeze through here, which I think is important, because among friends, ventilation--"
Hogarth peered into the light and found something mind-blowing: a thousand or so miles of machinery underground! Walkways, gears, shafts, you name it, it was in there!
Hogarth stared in awe. "Whoa... What is all this stuff?"
"You mean the miles and miles of machinery that run through the entire course of the inside of this island?" Ren asked. Then he and Stimpy answered together, "Not a clue!"
Hogarth turned to Chopper and Midna excitedly. "Hey, Chopper! Chopper! I think I found a way outta here!"
"Hogarth, wait!" the young doctor objected, "The captain ordered us to stay--"
"I'll be back!" Hogarth said before jumping through the "back-door".
Ren and Stimpy ecstatically watched him jump in, then gave each other excited grins. Ren pounced in first, whooping like an Indian. Stimpy followed him, jumping up when he reached the hole, grabbing his feet, and shouting "Cannonbaaaaall!" as he fell.
"WAIT FOR ME!" GIR shouted wildly, giggling as he jumped in.
"...Not good..." Chopper mumbled.
It took a few minutes, but Hogarth's group managed to find a dome door that lead right to the pirates' camp. Hogarth, Ren, and GIR quietly popped their heads out of the door and found the pirates, including Jumba, around a fire they made on the shore (away from the water, of course), snoozing in or on whatever they could.
Something was bothering Hogarth, however: Where was Randall...?
"SO WHAT'S THE PLAN!?" Stimpy had popped up and suddenly asked this, rather loudly.
Ren angrily pulled Stimpy's lips together to shut him up. "Shut up, stupid!" he hissed. Everyone looked at the pirates nervously.
Fortunately, nobody had woken up. They were all still sleeping, not to mention snoring loudly!
Hogarth turned to his partners. "OK, here it is," he whispered, "We sneak back to the Wonderlust, disable the cannons, make sure Wapol can't use the remaining cannonballs, and bring back the map."
"That's a good plan," Stimpy breathed, "I like that plan."
"There's just one problem," Ren murmured, a dismayed look on his face, "How do we get there?"
This discouraged Stimpy and GIR, too, until Hogarth answered.
"On that," he said, pointing at a nearby Jetboat.
As quietly as they could, they unfurled the sails on the boat, allowing it to cruise silently up to the Wonderlust.
Hogarth's party climbed up the anchor's chains, and when they reached the top, they cautiously peered over the rim. Not a soul was on deck, thankfully. So they climbed as stealthily as they could onto the ship...
"ACK!" Ren cried out as he lost his footing and landed on the deck with a loud THUD!
"Ren!" Hogarth hissed, "Shh!"
"Sorry, sorry. Sorry..."
The group made their way down a flight of stairs, into a red-lit hallway filled with mechanical devices.
"OK," Hogarth whispered, "I'll get the map. Stimpy, you wait here--"
"Roger, Hogarth," the dumb cat interrupted, "I'll take care of the cannons, sir!" Stimpy saluted, accidently whacking GIR on the back of the head.
"Wait, Stimpy! Stimpy!" Hogarth and Ren hissed.
Too late. Stimpy was already running down the hall, humming "A Pirate's Life for Me". Hogarth passed a hand over his eyes and sighed.
"Eediot," Ren muttered, following GIR and Hogarth down the hall.
"This shouldn't be too hard," Stimpy said to himself as he came to the control room, where the cannons and other mechanics were controlled. He walked over to a metal cabinet and opened it. "All I need to do is find one cute little wire and--"
Stimpy stopped and looked on in shock. He saw not one, but many wires in the cabinet; there had to be thousands of wires in here!
"Uh-oh."
Hogarth, Ren, and GIR snuck cautiously through the hangar, looking for the map and keeping an eye out for any patrolling pirates. Finally, they found the barrel where GIR dropped the map. Hogarth jumped in and snatched the silver ball off of the floor.
"Yes," he murmured with pride.
Suddenly, as if on cue...
AH-OOG! AH-OOG!
An alarm went off and red lights started flashing everywhere! The trio jumped, then started to run back to the stairs.
It seems Stimpy pulled a wire that set off that alarm.
"Oh!" he cried out, "Bad Stimpy! Bad! Fixing now!"
He quickly plugged the wire back in. The alarm died down and the lights stopped flashing.
Hogarth, Ren, and GIR were about to bolt up the stairs and try to escape!
Needless to say, Ren was enraged. "That stupid cat's gonna get us all--"
They stopped.
"...Killed..." Ren finished in a dismayed tone.
There, leaning on a beam at the top of the stairs and holding his knife, was Randall Boggs. "Hello, Hogarth," he said slyly, "Welcome back."
Ren let out an ear-splitting scream before the three turned at lightning speed and ran down the hall! They dodged pipes, wheels, and other such things as they tried to escape the reptilian monster. But Randall was gifted with the feet of a gecko, so he was able to climb on the walls and ceiling.
Ren looked behind his shoulder. Randall was gaining on them! He screamed again, and GIR, for some unknown reason, suddenly turned around and, running backwards, yelled "PIIIE!" before leaning his head forward and opening it, shooting something white at Randall's face.
A custard pie?
As you might've guessed, Randall wasn't fond of being treated like a joke. He angrily wiped the pie off before smacking GIR and Ren aside. GIR collided with a wall and went offline, the lights in his eyes going out, while Ren flew into the opening of a pipe. Clang!
"Ohhh CRAAAAAP!" He cried as he got sucked into the pipe. He started running into turns in the piping, and of course that hurt! "Ow! Oh! Gah! Eee! Ow! Ow! Ooh!"
Now that Ren and GIR were out of the way, Randall was able to get his hands on Hogarth and eliminate him!
The boy skidded to a stop, then ran around a corner. He slammed his back against the wall, panting and readying his BB pistol. He paused, waiting for the right moment to strike, then turned the corner, pointing the pistol at Randall's scaly, surprised face!
Unfortunately, everything suddenly got dark. The lights went out.
It seems Stimpy pulled a wire that controlled the lights. "Whoops!" the fat cat yelped, "OK, don't-- don't panic. You can do this. You're a cat; you can see in the dark."
A second later, the lights were on again...but to Hogarth's shock, Randall had disappeared! He spun around, holding his BB pistol in front of him. The monster wasn't there, either.
As you can imagine, Hogarth was now feeling uneasy. Little did he know, Randall was now clinging to the ceiling. He was winding up for a pounce, and...
Suddenly, Ren popped out of a pipe next to the reptile's head. At first, the chihuahua was a little dazed, but then he noticed that Randall had noticed him. Ren let out one of his trademark screams and punched Randall in the face before getting sucked back through the pipe.
Randall grunted in pain, catching Hogarth's attention. Randall smacked the former doctor's assistant across the face, causing the boy to fall over and drop his BB pistol. Randall jumped on Hogarth and the two started fighting.
Not too far off, GIR was still lying motionless, eyes lightless. Suddenly, his eyes lit up again, only they were a brilliant red instead of the usual green. The eyes narrowed, too...
Hogarth kicked Randall off and started scrambling towards his gun, but Randall recovered quickly and tossed his knife into the air.
It landed blade-first on Hogarth's gun, splitting it in two.
"NO!" Hogarth cried out.
"Hohoho, yeah," Randall chuckled, walking over and picking up his knife, "Be sure to say 'Hello' to Mud for me, huh?" But just when he was about to bring his knife down into Hogarth...
BOOM!
Randall was suddenly sent flying! Hogarth looked up and saw GIR, only he didn't look quite the same. Instead of being the fun-loving, childish green-eyed robot he usually was, right now his eyes were narrowed and glowing red, and above his head was what looked like a missile launcher that stuck out of his back. Hogarth looked behind him and saw that Randall was rammed by a pair of small missiles, and they were flying him-- CRASH! --through a wall and over the sea! They also made him drop his knife into the water. Hogarth ducked to avoid the giant splinters.
"I HATE YOOOOUUUuuuuu...!" Randall screamed as he was sent flying into the distance. He flew to the point where neither Hogarth nor GIR could see or hear him.
Hogarth turned to his little robot companion, who then reverted back to his normal self, his eyes turning green once again and the missile launcher somehow cramming itself back into GIR's back.
Hogarth smiled. "Thanks, GIR."
GIR smiled back. "Meow!"
Clang CLANG CLANG!
Suddenly, a black, child-sized object fell out of a nearby pipe opening and landed-- Plop! --on the floor. It was Ren, covered head-to-toe in soot! He coughed out a fair amount of the substance before getting on all fours and shaking all the soot off.
"And that's why-- COUGH! --I chose to be a navigator and not a-- COUGH! --a chimney-sweep!" Ren spluttered.
Hogarth had to stifle a laugh.
Then Stimpy came in, covered in wires and quite dizzy! "Cannons disconnected, Captain Hogarth, sir! Boy, that wasn't so tough!"
"Great," Hogarth murmured, pulling out the map, "All we need to do now is toss the cannonballs overboard, and we're done."
Little did any of them know, but there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for them back on Treasure Island...