I could really go for a grilled cheese sandwich right about now…
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Chapter Eleven: Battle For Yugopotamia
Timmy scarfed down his breakfast at lightning speed. The sooner he was done, the sooner he would get to hang out with Mark.
"Slow down, Timothy. You're going to choke." Anti-Cosmo turned the page to his newspaper while rolling his eyes. When the child actually did choke, he would laugh.
Luckily, there was no choking at the breakfast table that morning. Timmy downed his orange juice, slamming his glass against the table. "I'm done!" He announced. "Can I go now?"
Anti-Cosmo glanced at his watch. "Alright. I'll come pick you up at eight. Be ready by then." He waved his wand, sending the boy to the Dimsdale dump.
"Timmy! You're here! We are going to have a most awesome time!" Mark waved his tentacles around in the air. "I have acquired the new Crash Nebula video game. It is most awesome. Sh-yeah!"
"Sweet. How did you get it?" Timmy grabbed the box and read over the back. This game wasn't supposed to come out for another month!
"It's me, Mr. Manager dude." Mark said, donning his human disguise. This time he had chosen to look like the manager of the nearby electronics store. "I'm just gonna check on the shipment of stuff out back…cause that's what managers do."
The other employees stared at him in silence.
"Sir, are you feeling alright?" One of the employees asked. His manager never behaved like that before.
"Yeah, dude! Totally fine!" Mark dashed for the store room before anyone else could ask questions. He fished through the pile of newly released videogames until he found the unreleased Crash Nebula game. "Sh-yeah, score!" He walked back to the front of the store.
"Sir, that game is not supposed to be released for a while."
"This one's broken. I'm taking it to get it fixed!" Mark shouted as he ran out the door. He stopped for a moment, retracing his footsteps back into the store. He pointed to the employee who dared correct him. "By the way, you're fired!"
"Uh…internet?" He quickly made up.
"Whatever, let's play!"
The two sat in front of the screen, blasting away at each other. It was this kind of senseless violence that Timmy lived for.
The phone on Mark's control panel began ringing mid-level.
"Hold it, I shall return upon completing this call." The alien paused the game and got up. "Hello?" He turned the screen to his super computer on to see the face of those calling him.
"Hello, love. Did you miss me?"
Mark screamed at the sight. It was too horrible. It was so…colorful.
Timmy took his attention away from the Television to his best friend. What was wrong?
Then he saw it.
It was Mandie. She was wearing a light pink dress with a flower garland in her hair.
"Let's cut to the chase." The wicked alien said, her eyes lighting up with fire, burning the flowers upon her head. "I have your parents hostage," She turned the small camera on her screen to show the King and Queen of Yugopotamia bound up and tied to a post above a pile of roses and baby blankets. "If you want them back, you better come here and hand over the role of ruler to me!" She laughed evilly before ending the call.
"Turner! We have a mando problemo!" He wriggled around in panic. "We gotta go save my parents." Without waiting for Timmy's response, he opened his ship's navigator and set courses for Yugopotamia. The ship's navigational system quickly opened a portal for them to travel through.
Within seconds they were at Yugopotamia.
"Dude, don't you think we should have planned this out first?" Timmy asked, gazing at the city, most of which was on fire. Mandie didn't waste any time.
"No time for planning! We've gotta save my parents, get your space suit out!"
"In case you haven't noticed, my godparents are not here! They're millions of light-years away in Anti-Fairy World!" This is exactly what Timmy meant when he said they should have planned.
"No problem, we'll just fly there. Let me set the ship's coordinates." As Mark fiddled with the control panel, a blast came from the sky, striking the portal creator, permanently grounding the ship.
"Well, Mark, it's nice to see you've come." Mandie stepped out from the flames consuming the city to greet her Ex-Fiancée. Now that he was stuck here, she would make him hand over the throne.
"What do we do?" Mark asked, watching as Mandie raised her gun to the window of the ship.
"Duck!" Timmy tackled Mark to the floor just as the beam shot through the window. They had to find a hiding spot until they came up with a plan of action. "Now, we run!"
Mark quickly opened up his ship's ammunition stand, pulling out a few smoke bombs.
"Ready?" Timmy asked him from the exit ramp.
"Ready."
Running on adrenaline, they dashed out the door, doing their best to avoid the lasers being fired at them.
Mark quickly activated the bombs in his hand before throwing them at Mandie and her personal guard. "Follow me Turner." He called through the smog. "I know the most excellent hiding spot!"
"Here? You want to hide here?" Timmy stared at the spot in horror.
"Do not be afraid. Jeremy is the most docile of the royal pets." Mark laughed at his friend's fear. He could face the evil Mandie, no problem, but to face such harmless creature like Jeremy, he would panic.
"No way, dude. I'd rather be vaporized than eaten alive." Was Mark not seeing what he was seeing? This huge tentacle monster was growling as they approached, threatening to tear apart anyone who got too close. He did not want to die a horrible, painful, bloody death. He'd take his chances with Mandie.
"Jeremy's is calm. Allow me demonstrate." Mark approached the creature and began tickling the spot underneath its tentacle.
Jeremy stopped for a moment. He relaxed, allowing his menacing tentacles to fall to the ground.
He had fallen asleep.
"Dude, not much time, just get in!" Mark yelled from the nest.
Timmy was still unsure, but what choice did he have? Besides, the monster seemed pretty harmless when it was asleep. He cautiously approached to the ledge and jumped into the nest after Mark.
"A plan, we need a plan." Timmy paced around the nest.
"How about we go up to Mandie and ask her nicely to leave and let my parents go."
Timmy stared at the alien as if all his tentacles had just fallen off. "We need a plan that will work." They had no weapons, no spaceship, and no magic. They were literally trapped in a rut! He really wished Anti-Cosmo was here. He was smart; he would know what to do.
In his nervous state, Mark fiddled around with his broken fake-e-fier. Maybe that's why they were always breaking. He was always messing around with them.
Watching Mark gave Timmy an idea.
"Mark, do you know where the extra fake-e-fiers are stored?"
"Yeah. My parents keep them in the linen room of the castle. Why?"
"Maybe we could use them to our advantage. We could change our appearance to look like a member of Mandie's guard, we could sneak past her and free your parents."
"That would work, except Mandie had already taken over the castle. How are we supposed to get in?"
Timmy thought for a second. "The last way she'd expect a Yugopotamian to."
"Turner, my flesh! It's burning my flesh!" Mark tried his best to avoid touching the flowers, but alas, it was futile.
"Stop complaining! You're a prince, so start acting like one!"
"Well, I'm sorry we can't all be great warriors like you, Turner."
They had decided to, or rather Timmy had decided to, sneak into the castle through the protective shrubbery in the back. Being Yugopotamia, where all things nice were horrendous and evil, the shrubs consisted of beds and beds of colorful flowers. Nothing for him, but pure torture for Mark. Hey, if he wanted to save his parents, he would have to suffer. Besides, it was the perfect entryway. There were no guards because no one thought a Yugopotamian would risk their flesh through the flowers just to sneak in.
"It wasn't that bad." Timmy dusted the dirt off of his clothing once they made it to the courtyard of the castle.
Mark jumped out of the flowers with a huge gasp. "Speak for yourself, human. Hell hath no greater fire!" He shouted, wriggling his tentacles around in pain.
Timmy slapped a hand over the alien's mouth. "Stop yelling! Are you trying to get caught?"
"Right, sorry bro." He got up from the floor and looked around the surrounding walls. "The linen room is in that tower." He pointed to the tower to their right. "It's at the top floor."
"It doesn't look like there's anything we can climb to get up there." Timmy looked for shrubbery, vines, even dead trees, but the tower was bare.
"Who needs to climb when you have tentacles?" Mark asked. He stretched his tentacles out until they reached the window of the tower. "Grab on Timmy."
Complying with the order, the human child grabbed a hold of his friend's back, allowing him to pull them up to the window.
As soon as he was in, Timmy had his eyes on the prize. Folded in a neat clean pile where a stack of fake-e-fires. "Score!" He ran to the stack and pulled one on. "Catch!" He threw one to Mark.
"Uh, ew, no thank you. Those are all clean. Gross."
Timmy face-palmed. He grabbed one and forced it over Mark's head. "Stop being such a baby! Just put it on!"
Mark swallowed hard, slipping it on without actually touching it.
"Okay, we got them. How do we make it work?" Timmy asked. He spun it around the way he always saw Mark do, but was not transforming.
"You have to think." Mark pointed to his glass-encased brain. "What do you want to be, and what do they look like." He spun his fake-e-fier, transforming into a member of Mandie's guard.
"You know what," Timmy had a great idea. "Let's do this." He spun the fake-e-fier, transforming into Mandie herself.
"Bro, that's just gross. Too many colors."
"Mark, don't you see. If we sneak in as Mandie, we have control of the guard and invasion. We can call it off!"
"Once again Timmy, you've proven yourself as a true warrior." Mark grabbed his arm. "Let's go."
Timmy nervously marched up to Mandie's mother ship. He took a deep breath, hoping this would work.
"Everyone!" Timmy snapped at the guards, doing his best to imitate Mandie. "I'm calling this whole thing off."
The guards looked at each other in confusion.
"Ma'am, are you sure?"
"Did I stutter?" Timmy pointed to the hostage Kind and Queen. "Untie them and throw them out. Pack up this whole thing, we're leaving. This planet is worthless!"
When no one moved, Timmy took it to the next level. He grabbed a nearby gun and fired at the closest guard's feet. "Get moving now!" He shouted.
Realizing that their 'princess' meant business; everyone jumped to their feet and followed her orders.
The King and Queen quickly ran out of the ship, not bothering with thanks or offers of gratitude. They needed to make sure their kingdom was still in one piece.
Timmy sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Saving a planet was tough work.
"What's going on? What's everyone doing? Who let my prisoners go?"
Timmy took a sharp breath. That piercing voice, it was the real Mandie!
"Who are you?" She marched up to Timmy, who was still disguised as herself. "How dare you try and impersonate me?" She snatched the fake-e-fier, tearing off of his waist, revealing his true identity.
Timmy shrunk down, returning to his actual form.
"Interfering brat! I'll take care of you once and for all!" She grabbed the front of his shirt, making sure he wouldn't get away this time. "Say goodbye." She took her laser gun out of its holster and brought it to his forehead.
Timmy closed his eyes, not wanting to see death come for him. Suddenly, he heard her scream and felt himself falling out of her grasp. He landed on the ground, finally opening his eyes.
The ship had filled with Yugopotamian soldiers, each armed with weapons varying from guns to feather dusters.
"Give up Mandie!" King Gripullon shouted, pointing his own weapon at her. "Step away from the human warrior."
Mandie looked about the room in shock. All her guards were either dead or unconscious. It was all that brat's fault! She turned towards him, her hands twitching, ready to gouge his eyes out. "Kid, you're going to pay dearly for this."
The Yugopotamian soldiers fired nets at her, trapping her and dragging her away from Timmy before she could try anything.
"You'll be sorry you ever messed with me Turner. Your life is about to turn into a living hell, and you don't even know it!" She cried as the guards dragged her away.
"Turner, great earth warrior!" Gripullon cried out in joy. "Once again, you have saved our planet. How can we ever repay you?"
"Can you send me home? I'm going to get picked up in fifteen minutes." Timmy pointed to his watch, which indicated it was seven forty-five.
"Of course."
"Did you have fun?" Anti-Cosmo asked when he came for the boy.
"More than you can imagine." Timmy almost laughed. There was no way he was going to tell Anti-Cosmo what really happened.
Oh well, what he won't know won't hurt him.
"You failed!" Anti-Binky slammed his fist into his desk, shattering it right down the middle. "That twerp didn't even have any magic to help him! How could you let him get away?"
"He's a lot smarter than I thought-"
"No, you're just worthless." He cut her off with a roar. "I do not tolerate failure of any kind!" He pointed his wand at her.
Mandie's eyes grew wide as her body went up in flames. She couldn't put them out! They were too strong.
A horrifying shout resonated throughout the entire military base.
"Now that she's gone, it looks like I'll have to get rid of that brat myself." Anti-Binky kicked the ashes of the now deceased princess away.
This was going to be fun.
Well, it looks like Mark won't have to worry about Mandie anymore!
What a horrible way to go… I'm so cruel.
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