Ok, we're back after a brief hiatus. I'm going to be wrapping this story up as these next 3 chapters will be the last 3! Chapter 25 will be the last of my infamous "PPVs". However, right now, we have to join up with the nWo, who are following Los Guerreros in stealth camouflage mode, not knowing yet that they've been discovered…
Nash: What the hell are they LAUGHING at?
Hulk: Beats me, brother. Let's just keep following them.
A few minutes later…
Otacon: Hey, didn't we pass this building about 15 minutes ago, guys?
Hall: Damn, you're right, chico.
Snake (stroking his chin): Hmm…
Hulk: What's up Snake, brother?
Snake: I…I don't know—hey Otacon, do you think that, somehow they may have discovered us?
Otacon: Wha-wha…that's impossible!
Nash: Hm…you know, that WOULD explain why they keep looking back here, giggling.
Snake: Hmm…I have an idea.
Suddenly, they approach an intersection where the light's turning red. Both the van and Hogan's car come to a halt. Snake pulls his AK-47 from out of his bulletproof vest and hops out of the car, still in stealth camouflage…
Hogan: Hey Snake, what are you doin', man?
Nash: Yeah, where you goin'?
Snake: I'll be right back!
Eddie doesn't even see him approaching…
Eddie: Maaan, Hogan and his band of losers will be SORRY for messin' with Latino Heat! Hahahaha!
Suddenly, Eddie hears a clicking and feels something cold on his cheek. Snake presses his camouflage button and reappears, with his AK fixated on Eddie's face.
Trish: Oh shit, it's Solid Snake!
Eddie (nervously smiling): Uh…Heeeeey, uh, senor Solid! What's up, amigo? Ahehe…hehe…
Snake: The liquor, the porn—let's have it!
Eddie: I don't know what you're talking about, ese.
Snake: Don't MAKE this a murder—fork it over, NOW!
Meanwhile, in Hulk's Maliboob…
Nash: Damn…I didn't expect him to…fuckin' JACK the beer and porn like THIS, dude.
Otacon: Awesome. Totally…fucking…awesome.
Hulk takes off his sunglasses, as he can't quite believe what he's seeing.
Hulk: No WAY, brother!
Cut back to Eddie's "van"…
Chavo: Yo, Uncle Eddie, this vato's SERIOUS! Trish, give him the shit!
Trish nervously reaches in her shirt and pulls out the mag and the liquor and passes it to Eddie, who nervously gives it to Snake. Snake looks over the mag, checks the bottle, and smiles, nodding…
Snake: Nice doin' business with you…bye fuckers! AAAAHAHAHAHAAA! Oh…wait, one MORE thing—
Eddie: We GAVE you the shit, what do you—
Snake looks around and sees no one else in the vicinity. He cocks his gun and shoots out Eddie's two driver's side tires and sprints back to Hulk's car, jumping in as the Maliboob screeches off.
Hulk: You got the stuff, man?
Snake: Yep, riiiight here, fellas!
Hall: THAT'S how you get shit done, chico! Way to go, Snake, mang!
Snake (smiling): Awww…it was nothin' Let's go, guys.
Meanwhile, at Eddie's van…
Trish (looking at the tires): Damn, he shot the hell out of our tires—Eddie, what are we gonna' DO?
Eddie: Hold on, I'm trying to think, mami.
Chavo: That bald-headed butt-fucker and his…cronies think they got the best of US? They're saaaadly mistaken, ese!
Shaggy (chewing bubble gum): That's right, iddn't it, Scoob?
Scooby: Grrrr…I RATE ROLID RAKE AND ROGAN, GRRRRR!
Shaggy: Damn right, Scoob—now let's figure a way out of this.
Trish looks at Shaggy and thinks…
Trish: Hey Shaggy, you have anymore gum?
Eddie: Why are you asking for GUM, mami—we're fucking losing ground, here!
Trish: Just…wait, Eddie—I have an idea!
Chavo (smiling): AlRIGHT—Trish has another idea—I LOVE your ideas!
Shaggy: Sure Trish, help yourself, I've got plenty!
Trish takes a huge handful and stuffs them all in her mouth at one time. She starts rapidly chewing…
Eddie: Uh…what are you doing, mami?
Trish keeps rapidly chewing and then bends over and starts to blow a bubble. The bubble is so big that it lifts the entire bean-van up off the ground. After a couple seconds, she finishes blowing and catches her breath. The van is now hovering in mid-air, and the boys look on, wide-eyed.
Eddie: I SWEAR, ese—you NEVER cease to amaze me, chica! C'mon, everyone, let's hop in!
The crew climb up in the floating van and immediately lift off…
Chavo: Hey, why are we flying? That punk-ass Snake took our stash, dude!
Eddie: Chavito, remember…this is why we brought that EXTRA liquor bottle and magazine, ese!
Chavo: Daaaaamn, that's right, I totally forgot!
Shaggy: Zoiks, this was brilliant, Trish!
Trish (still panting a little): Thanks Shag! That idea came from watching plenty of Saturday Morning cartoons growing up!
Chavo: Damn, I miss Saturday morning cartoons.
Eddie: Yeah, me too, Chavito. Well, anyway, we still have our stash—and look, there's Hogan's bunch in the sky over there!
Trish: Umm…Eddie?
Eddie: Yeah?
Trish: Uh…what about the airplane we stole to get over here?
Eddie: Um…well…I'm sure the airport can do SOMETHING with it. Look at it as a donation from Latino Heeeeeaaaat, baby! Let's MOVE!
Meanwhile in Hulk's car…
Snake (looking back): Damn, there goes Guerrero and his crew!
Nash (squinting): What the hell—what's that…PINK RAFT they're floating on?
Hulk: Hey Snake, can you shoot 'em down at this distance?
Snake: Yeah, I COULD, but I used my last two bullets to shoot out their tires.
Hulk: Dammit! Looks like we're gonna' have to beat them the old-fashioned way.
Hall: You mean, find another way of cheating to beat them?
Hulk: Yep. Exactly, brother!
So, it looks like our two Japan teams are approaching the USA, who'll make it there first? Only the next chapter will tell us that one!
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