Authors Note: What's up guys! Thanks for the reviews! Now we're up to chapter 6, where we'll see what happens to Benson/Mr. Mallard (WARNING: There is A TON of cursing), Muscle Man/HFG, and Skips/Pops. Enjoy and please remember to keep reviewing and give this a favorite/follow! :D
Skips and Pops landed in a muddy river of the jungle, almost getting stuck in it, but Skips was able to drag Pops out, crawling to land and breathing heavily on the ground.
"Thank you Skips!" Pops said shaking his hand.
"No-no problem Pops." he smiled.
"Where are we?" Pops asked, looking around scared.
"Hmmmm. I'm not sure. The pilot said we were above the Amazon jungle right before we crashed." he replied, rubbing his chin.
"Have you been in a situation like this before Skips?"
"Yes, once Techmo and I were on a trip to South America to look for an ancient relic. It was said to give the person who held it unimaginable wealth and power."
"Oooooooh. What happened?"
"Well, we found it, but Techmo started to act strange, like the relic was messing with his mind. So, I stole it while he was asleep from his tent and chucked it into the river nearby. I haven't seen or heard about it since then." Skips finished.
"Do you think it could've traveled to here? Don't rivers connect throughout the world?"
"Possibly, but I doubt it. That happened years ago."
"Right, of course. Well, should we find the others?" Pops asked, sitting up.
"Yes, but please stick by me Pops." Skips ordered, pulling Pops up to his feet.
They trudged off into the jungle.
A few hundred yards away, Muscle Man and High Five Ghost drifted towards a clearing but he got his foot caught in a branch in a tree and turned upside down.
"OH NO! FIVES, GET ME DOWN BRO!" he shouted then started squealing like crazy.
"Dude, calm down!" he replied, flying up to his foot.
"You didn't hurt anything, plus there's leaves below so I'm just gonna pull your foot out, then you brace for the fall okay man?" High five Ghost asked, grabbing his foot with his hand.
"O-ok. Do it bro!" he replied closing his eyes.
High Five Ghost pulled his foot out, then dropped Muscle Man a few inches and quickly grabbed his foot.
"WHAT THE HECK FIVES?!" he yelled.
"Ha! Chill dude, I'm just messing with you." he laughed, setting him down on the ground.
"Don't do that again bro! You know how I hate heights!" he said angrily.
"Ok geez, I'm sorry!" he replied, putting his hand up in defense.
"A-HA-HA-HA! I adore these butterflies!" Pops squealed in the distance.
"Is that Pops?" Muscle Man asked.
"Yeah...who else laughs like that?"
"Good point."
"Ok, apology accepted bro. Let's go find our friends." he said.
They high-fived each other then ran off towards Pop's laughing.
Meanwhile, Benson and Mr. Mallard skidded along the treetops, falling on to ground after getting their parachutes tangled together.
"Damn it Brian! How could you cause this to happen?!" Mr. Mallard grumbled, pushing Benson off him then getting up with his cane.
"Hold on, sir. How is any of this my fault?" he asked.
"Well, if you hadn't of booked this trip, none of this would've happened! Maybe if you would keep working instead of thinking about vacations, you would be more productive!"
Benson stepped off to the side, breathing in and out so he wouldn't blow his top. Mr. Mallard walked up behind him, tapping him with his cane.
"Brian, you need to listen to your boss!"
Benson became redder than ever before, turning back around and punching Mr. Mallard down onto the ground.
"ENOUGH! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR CRANKY, BITCHY ASS! I'VE HELD IT BACK, BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO STOP ME NOW! ALL YOU FUCKING DO IS PUT MORE GODDAMN PAPERWORK AND BULLSHIT ON ME! YOU EXPECT ME TO WORK LIKE A GODDAMN ROBOT, JUST IN AND OUT OF THE OFFICE 24/7?! ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU KNOW WHAT, DON'T ANSWER THAT, I KNOW FOR A FACT YOU ARE! ALSO YOU'RE, WITHOUT A DOUBT, THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE I'VE EVER MET! YOU ONLY SHOW UP WHEN IT BENEFITS YOU, NOT YOUR EMPLOYEES, YOU DON'T APPRECIATE ANYTHING WE DO FOR YOU AND YOU-YOU DOUBT YOUR OWN FUCKING SON, WHO I'VE SEEN STEP UP TO THE PLATE, TO RUN YOUR PARK! WHY THE FUCK DID I EVEN ACCEPT THIS DEAD END JOB?! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THIS WOULDN'T GET ME ANYWHERE, BUT I WAS YOUNG AND NAIVE. THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THIS JOB IS THAT I HAVE SOME OF THE NICEST, MOST RESPECTFUL WORKERS I'VE SEEN! EVEN RIGBY HAS MANNED UP RECENTLY, WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT MY JOB AS A MANAGER! IF I CAN TEACH THAT LAZY JACKASS TO RESPECT ME AND HIS PEERS PLUS WORK HARDER, I'VE DONE A DAMN GOOD JOB, AND IT'D BE NICE TO GET SOME PRAISE FROM YOU FOR FUCKING ONCE! FINALLY, AND THIS JUST COMEPLETLY BAFFLES ME, I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR TEN GODDAMN YEARS AND YOU...CAN'T...REMEMBER...MY...FUCKING...NAME?! IT'S FUCKING BENSON! B-E-N-S-O-N! DO-DO I HAVE TO ENGRAVE IT INTO YOUR FUCKING PRECIOUS LIMOUSINE SO YOUR SENILE ASS CAN REMEMBER IT?! GOD! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! HUH?!" he finally finished, throat dry.
"B-B-B-Benson...I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. I'm also truly sorry that I forget your name and don't interact with you that often, but I am pretty much retired from the park. I promise I won't forget your name, and I'll give you and the whole park employment a pay raise to compensate for my foolishness. I'll also hand over total control of the park to you and my son." Mr. Mallard smiled.
"Are you serious?" he asked, stunned.
"Yes, I am. You will be co-owner. And you can promote whoever you think deserves to be the new manager." he said, putting a hand on Benson's shoulder.
"Th-thank you, sir. I'm sorry for my outburst, but I've just had too much stress on me lately and I reached my breaking point." he said sadly.
"Don't worry about it. You had every right to put me in my place. Now, shouldn't we find some place to take shelter from this awful storm...Benson?"
"Yes, sir. Let's find some." he smiled.