Chapter 5

Stange new land

6.25 a.m.

"This is the captain speaking, the plane is GONNA CRASH!"

Following this abrupt announcement, the captain of the plane himself threw the door open and jumped out, deploying his parachute as he went. Everyone looked at the spot where the captain had thrown himself off the plane. A second passed in silence. Then, everyone leaped out of their seats. They all dashed to the storage area filled with parachutes.

Courage awoke, startled to find the Computer throwing a parachute pack at him.

BONK!

"Owww... what's going on?"

"The plane is nearing ground level and if you don't leave now, you'll become paste!"

The Computer hurled himself off the plane. Courage did so right after and hit a tree. He fell down on the ground and laughed maniacally.

6.26 a.m.

"Urrghhh... where... where am I?"

"You twit! We got out of a plane that just exploded on a cliff!"

Courage rubbed his sore head and looked around him. Imposing trees filled his field of vision. The sky was almost blotted out.

CRACK! A twig snapped. An elderly man hobbled up to them looking very apologetic.

"Sorry, I was trying to sneak up ta' ya' to get some dog meat for breakfast, but I trod on a branch."

Courage saw the glint of metal in the old man's hand.

"But if you must know, I would still like some meat... "

Courage ducked just as the old man stuck a spearpoint to where Courage's face was previously.

"Bah! Stupid dog!"

The old man swung his spear about wildly, almost impaling Courage on a rock. The old man looked psycopathic, demented and raving mad. He looked shrunken and starved.

"Kill the dog! Cut his throat! Bash him in!"

Following this deranged tribal chant, the old man charged at Courage. Courage gave a high-pitched scream. He rolled aside to avoid the old man.

"You stupid human!"

The Computer leapt out from the bushes and 'confiscated' the old man's spear. He then proceeded to pin the old man to the ground.

"Unhand me! Give me my spear back right now! I'm hungry! I want breakfast!"

"Shut up!"

The Computer smashed the spear against a rock and let the old man go.

"And don't come back idiot!"

The old man took to his heels and raced off in the opposite direction.

6.29 a.m.

"Where are you, twit?"

Courage was nowhere to be found. After all he had done to save the fool, Courage must have been eaten by an aligator or something along that line. Oh well, now all he had to do would be to find a place to power himself up. Now that was going to be difficult.

Courage was wandering in a clearing in the forest. A hut made from misshapen logs was in the middle of it. There were some stone tools, a spent torch and a few spears.

Just then, the old man came running back to his base. The old man turned his head in Courage's direction.

"There you are scaredy-dog! Get ready to be sliced and diced!"

The old man grabbed one of the spears from his makeshift table and gave another ugly battle cry. He poked at Courage while making a flying leap at him. Instead of hitting Courage, the old man thrust his spear in the shrub where Courage was moments before. The spear acted as some sort of leverage. Shortly after, the old man careened of the edge of a cliff. Courage shut his eyes and stuck his paws in his ears. He didn't want to see the grizzly scene.

"Huh?"

Courage opened his eyes a crack. The old man had fallen unto the spear handle which was now firmly resting between two boulders a short way down.

"Well, if you don't mind, could you trouble yourself to help me up?"

Courage sighed. The things he had to do. He should be paid each time he helped each batty bloke out of their various predicaments.