In DOOM's secret lair, Snaptrap and his men were all sitting around their large red room, just finishing their latest diabolical weapon for their scheme. In the center of the room was a large metal tank, filled to the brim with boiling melted cheese. One might think of it as a forge, only with cheese instead of metal. At the base of the tank was another closed tank and a computer console.
While Snaptrap lay back in his lawn chair, reading a book, his five subordinates were busy carrying buckets of cheese up a ladder to pour into the forge.
"Hey, guys, how much longer until the machine's ready?" The boss asked impatiently.
"Just a few more loads, boss," Ollie replied.
"It would go a little quicker if you helped us out!" Larry snapped.
"Larry, I'm the boss, so I don't have to work if I don't want to." Snaptrap glared at his nerdy brother-in-law. "You want another time-out in the shark tank?"
"No! Sorry!" Larry got scared and got back to work. Snaptrap went back to his book.
"Soon," he thought outloud, ringing his hands, "I'll rule all of Petropolis, and then the world. All will tremble before my army of cheese minions!"
"Hey, boss, why did you decide to use cheese monster again?" Asked Francisco, the Alligator, "I mean, you're allergic to cheese."
"I just thought maybe it would give me a reason to like cheese if I can't eat it, you know?"
Snaptrap looked at his watch as Francisco got back to work. "Weird, I would have thought Agents Puppy and Katswell would be here by now."
Mordecai and Rigby stood in a small parking lot a wide, two-story red brick building. They had taken a bus the address Keswick wrote down on the slip of paper for them. Getting ready for messy work, they had taken off their ties and stored them in Mordecai's backpack, so now they were in their usual naked attire. Mordecai quickley checked the address again.
"Well, this is the right place," He said.
"No duh," Rigby muttered, "What do you think that sign is there for?" He pointed up to a sign over the wooden door that read, in large green neon lettering DOOM Base #3.
"Yeah, good point there," Mordecai said quietly. "Well, there doesn't appear to be any guards or cameras or alarms or anything, I think we're safe out here." He took a step closer to the door, and leaned against the door gently, holding his ear to it, listening.
"Okay, boss, we're just about done," He heard a British-accented man say, "This is the last bucket of cheese."
"Super!" Another man's voice said excitedly.
Mordecai pulled away from the door. "Yep. They're in there alright. Now, we need a plan to get inside without being noticed." He crossed his arms, trying to think.
"Let's just do what all spies do in the movies!" Rigby smirked.
"What?"
Rigby pointed up to an large outdoor vent by the door.
"Oh! I see what you're getting at," Mordecai grinned.
Rigby snatched a pencil from Mordecai's back pack, and quickly used it as a screwdriver to unhinge the vent. When he took it off, he got down on all fours and crawled into the dark duct. Mordecai crawled in after him.
"We just got to be quiet," Rigby whispered, "They could hear your steps echo on the duct."
"Excuse me, what do you mean my steps? What about your steps?" Mordecai hissed.
"You're bigger than me, you weigh more than me, so your steps are louder than mine."
"Shut up! I may be heavier, but you're still heavy. With all that junk food you eat you're probably overweight!"
"Shut up!"
"No, you shut up!"
Suddenly, Rigby bumped his head against something metal.
"Ow," He whined.
"What?"
Rigby felt to his sides. There were more walls. And then he felt up above his head. The duct went up.
"Time to go up," He whispered. He put one hand and one food on one wall, while putting the others on the other. He shimmied up the duct this way like Spiderman, Mordecai following doing the same.
"Alright, guys!" Snaptrap exclaimed, so that's all the cheese, right?"
"Yep. That's everything," Larry muttered.
"Alright then! Let's get to work!" Snaptrap got up out of his lawn chair and stretched his arms and legs quick. He had been sitting there reading for quite a long time. Before he could turn towards the computer console, he heard a deep bumping sound that seemed to echo.
"Hey, you guys hear that?" He asked.
"Yeah, sounds like someone's going through the ventilation system." Ollie pointed to the duct on the rock wall of the lair. Following his pointing everyone looked up at the duct. They indeed heard echoing bumping sounds of someone crawling through, along with some muffled grunts and curses.
"Hm," Snaptrap thought for a second. "Eh, probably just those stupid rats again," he shrugged. He walked over to the console and started pushing buttons. "And now, once we get this baby fired up, I'll have the DEADLIEST Army in Petropolis! With regeneration and shapeshifting capabilities, they'll be UNSTOPABLE! MWAHAHAHA!" He paused his laugh suddenly, "Right Ollie? The monsters will be able to do that?"
"Yep! I checked the input of energy. They will have those abilities!"
"Excellent!" Snaptrap turned back to the controls and started wringing his hands. Just then, another thought came to him. "Seriously! Where are Agents Puppy and Katswell?" He looked at his watch. It read 5:45. "They're starting to scare me they're so late!"
Inside the vents, Rigby and Mordecai were still trudging along in the darkness. Both were becoming anxious and excited inward. They were so thrilled that they were about to take on an actual super villain, and win that new job!
Actually, Mordecai was really nervous as well as thrilled. Back in the park, whenever they faced a villain, usually Benson, Skips, Muscle Man, and even Pops in some cases, were usually there to back them up. This time, however, they were alone. Not even other TUFF agents would help them. They would have to battle this wicked mind- Snaptrap, was it?- all on their own.
Mordecai was so deep in his thoughts that he bumped into Rigby's rear, who had stopped.
"Ow!" He hissed, "Dude, what happened? Why'd you stop?"
"Oh, sorry," He replied," I found our way in.
Mordecai peeked around him and saw that they had come to some vents, light pouring in through the gaps.
Rigby hopped over to the other side so Mordecai could look over from his side. They both peered down through the vents.
Below was a large round room, about the size of a ballroom. The walls were red brick, and the floor a dark brown. In the middle of the room was a huge tank, filled to the open brim with boiling yellow cheese. At the foot of the tank was a computer console, at which sat a rat in a lab coat, surrounded by a bunch of other thugs, including a possem, a ferret, an alligator, a tall white dog, and a blue bear in a pirate suit.
"There they are," Rigby whispered.
"I think they said they were just about ready to activate the machine and summon the cheese minions," Mordecai replied.
"Then we better get down there and act fast!" Rigby reached over, opened up the backpack, and took out the heavy spartan helmet, plopping it hard on his head. "Better bring a little extra head protection," he chuckled.
"What? No, wait dude! We can't just leap down there and charge in! We need to plan something out!"
"COme on! Forget plans!"
"But they might shoot us! Look at their belts, they have guns!" In fact, they did each have green-rimmed laser guns in holsters on their belts, each one of them. But of course, Rigby did not think it through.
"We'll just have to be careful," He shrugged, "Oh, wait! I got it! Remember those Death Kwon Do moves we learned? Or those wrestling moves we've seen on TV? Just use those! Now come on! Let's kick some ass!" With impulsive haste, he pulled the vents off the opening, revealing a hole big enough for them both to squeeze through.
"Rigby!"
Too late. Rigby jumped down out of the vent to the ground. Grunting with frustration and rolling his eyes, Mordecai jumped down after his friend.
They both landed with a thud on the concrete floor, though on their feet gracefully. Immediately, the six villains turned their attention from the computer to the intruders.
"Hold it right there, dude!" Rigby barked.
"HEY! You guys aren't Agents Puppy and Katswell. Who the hell are you?" Snaptrap asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And what's with that helmet?" Larry pointed to Rigby's helmet.
"I'm Rigby! And this is Mordecai! We're TUFF's newest agents, and we're here to stop you, ratface!"
Mordecai slapped Rigby on the head, harder than usual.
"Ow! Dude!"
"YOU DUMBELL!" Mordecai screamed, "What's wrong with you! Why would you tell him all that? What are you thinking?"
Rigby rose his finger and opened his mouth to argue, when what Mordecai was saying started to sink in. "Oh," he pouted, "Sorry, I just got so excited."
"Eh- you want us to blow their brains out, boss?" Francisco asked, eagerly reaching for the blaster at his belt.
"Nah, not yet." Snaptrap flashed a viciously evil grin. "This is a great opportunity to try out our new toys." He turned back to Mordecai and Rigby. "Well, newbies, let's see if you can handle this!" He pushed a big orange button on the control panel.
The cheese at the top of the tank started to boil and bubble and sizzle. Suddenly, three globs of melted rose up, and slipped over the edge, trickling down the sides until they reached the floor. Mordecai and Rigby just stood their ground and watched as the blobs each began to grow and morph and twist.
By the end of the transformation, the blobs had each molded into three new identical forms each at what would be Skipp's height. Each monster had a diamond-shaped torso and legs, with arms of three cheese wheels, and a monstrous head with a grizzly underbite. One of them groaned with the vigor of a Big Daddy from Bioshock.
"Get 'em!" Snaptrap commanded as he twisted a knob on the panel.
The monsters roared in unison, and charged at Mordecai and Rigby.
"Alright dude!" Rigby smirked, "Let's do this!" Rigby lurched forward toward the frontmost monster, and gave a bloodcurdling scream like a mighty warrior. Mordecai, standing back for a second to watch is partner, could tell he was building up rage for his Death Punch. He drew back his fist, and lept at the monster. Almost instantly, it exploded, shattered into a thousand little cheese crumbs.
The second monster raised its own left "hand". The wheel instantly shifted into the dual-sided blade of a battle axe. It swung down, aiming to slice Rigby in half down the middle, the swiftness seeming to cut right through the air. Rigby managed to barrel roll to the right, narrowly dodging the blade as it cut into the floor.
Mordecai snapped out of his trance. Time to get crazy! Time to be brave! He ran forward to help Rigby. Before the monster could raise its arm to swing again, Mordecai ran into it, slamming into its soft, sticky exterior, tackling it to the ground with a thud. With his free hand, he punched as hard as he could into the monster's face. The sticky cheese held his fist back at first, but Mordecai managed to pull it free. The blow had made an imprint on he monster's face, crushing its jaw a little, and caving in its eyes.
The next thing that happened shocked him though. As though it were a balloon being puffed up with air, the face began to heal and puff up again. Within seconds, the monster had completely healed its wound. It stared daggers at Mordecai with angry red eyes, and snarled.
Rigby felt some aching in his arm. He forgot how exhausting it was using doing a death punch without the proper attire. He looked around for another way to beat these monsters. He looked up against nearest wall, and saw a lead pipe laying down on the ground. He ran over towards the wall, and picked up the heavy pipe It was about as long as Mordecai's arm, though thin enough to fit in his hands.
"Mordecai, Catch!" He shrieked. He lifted the pipe over his head and threw it with all his strength. It landed with a clang about two feet in front of him, and four away from Mordecai.
Confused, the DOOM boys sat still in an awkward silence, blinking and glancing at each other. The two remaining cheese monsters just grunted and raised their eyebrows, just as confused.
"Ah! Come on dude! Really?" Mordecai grunted.
"Hey! This thing is heavy!" Rigby snapped.
Mordecai pushed himself up off the ground, and trotted over to the pipe. He picked it up and held it like a baseball bat. "Alright! Come on!" He growled.
The monster he knocked down rose up, growled again, and charged. Mordecai waited another second, then screamed at the top of his lungs, and charged to meet it, his pipe pulled back ready to swing.
Just when they were second away from crashing, the monster raised its axe arm, preparing to chop, but Mordecai was faster and swung first, bashing the monster in the head. The monster must have been in some sort of pain, for it paused it's own strike. Mordecai did not stop, he jumped as high as he could, and brought the crook of the pipe down on the monster's scalp again. The force of the blow caused the monster to collapse to its knees. Mordecai continued to pound the monster to a pulp, also swinging downwards to smash the beast's sides. Cheese oozed and cushed all over the floor, pipe, and Mordecai's body.
The third monster did not wait any longer. It came at him, its right fist in the form of a viking hammer. Mordecai's instincts took it as the beast readied to swing. He held the pipe in his left hand, and readied himself, pushing back into the floor with his foot, and his right arm down like he was leaning on something. He willed himself to live, putting more energy into his arm. It all happening in a split second as the creature swung.
As the blow struck Mordecai's arm, the monster's entire arm exploded. The beast yelped in pain before Rigby lurched at it screaming. Rigby punched at it, trying to strike another death punch, but his fist only slipped into the monster's hide, and stuck there.
Rigby certainly felt pain in his arm still from the first punch. He figured without the right attire, he could only use one death punch every few hours.
The monster stared down and growled at him. Rigby snapped out of his thoughts, and reached up with his free arm, and lightly slapped the monster on the cheek. He then proceeded to just as lightly pat the beast all over his face, then his shoulders down, to his chest.
Confused, the monster paused his strike, and looked down at the raccoon with a dazed look.
"What is he doing?" Snaptrap turned to his men. They were all again dumbstruck. They all just shrugged.
Mordecai raised his pipe again. "Dude, duck!" He pulled back and swung and the monster's side. Rigby curled up and got down to dodge the blow. The pipe struck the side of the beast, causing an indent in its 'ribs'. Mordecai swung again, hitting the monster's left arm, chopping it off the body, then its left arm, and then the head and upper body, until it was reduced to another oozing blob like its brother.
"Haaaaambooooning!" Rigby cooed.
"What is it with you and that move?" Mordecai panted. He was pretty tired already, and he was sure Rigby was tired too.
"WHAT?" Snaptrap exclaimed. "My monsters aren't enough to beat two noob TUFF agents?"
"Well, technically, they said they weren't official agents yet," Larry interjected.
"Shut up, Larry!" Snaptrap shouted at the little possum, "That doesn't make me feel any better!"
"So, you want us to shoot them now?" Smirked Francisco, hungrily eying Mordecai and Rigby.
"No! We still need this to get our minions the right way!" Snaptrap yelled at the alligator before turning to the control panel. "Let's see, decrease fragility" He started twisting some knobs, "increase durability increase regeneration, increase strength, increase stickiness, more density, more malleability, and maybe a teeny-tiny notch more of intelligence." When he was done, he jammed a button on the panel."That should do it!"
The three oozing blobs began to bubble suddenly. The trails of liquid cheese that have been running off began to flow backwards, as in back towards the blobs they came from.
"Uh-Oh, dude," Mordecai panted. He held his pipe at the ready, "Get ready!"
Rigby stood up at Mordecai's back in some kind of Karate stance.
The blobs, two facing Rigby and one facing Mordecai, started to bubble more and mold, and started to rise up, as though a person were under the thick blanket of cheese, and trying to stand up. The shapes molded and compacted more, until finally they formed their original beastly forms.
One of them roared and pointed at the duo, and they all charged. The two that were going for Rigby swung at him with fists and hammers. Their torsos also started forming hooks and tentacles that came shooting out. Rigby managed to dodge, jump, duck, and roll out of their ways. He was a slippery little pest, but how long could he keep it up for?
His pipe in hand, Mordecai lept at the third monster. It swung at him horizontally with a sword arm, but Mordecai ducked. Its arm still swinging, Mordecai swung with his pipe at the beast's face. The blow landed, but instead of slicing through or smashing the head clean off, the pipe stuck into the cheek.
The monster seemed unfazed by the blow or the pipe stuck in its cheek. Mordecai tried to pull it back, but it would not budge. Mordecai pulled harder, but it was as though it were strongly glued, or even cemented to the beast's cheek.
The beast smirked. Before Mordecai could make another move, the beast took its right arm, and formed a fist with it. It slugged hard underhand into Mordecai's stomach.
Mordecai was sent tumbling back against the hard cold floor. The fist felt rock solid when it struck. As he sat up, he felt a sharp pain in his guts. He grunted and bit back the pain as he forced himself to his feet, holding his side.
"You okay, dude?" Rigby called over.
"I don't know," Mordecai grunted. Now he was scared. What to do now? They could not beat these monsters in this form. Now he lost his pipe and was hurt, and Rigby could barely hold his own aside from dodging blows. What were they gonna do?
Meanwhile, Snaptrap smiled at what he was seeing. "Okay, looks like these guys are ready. Let's send a few more in and finish these guys off." His subordinates nodded with wicked grins on their faces. Snaptrap twisted another knob on the panel, probably for number of monsters, and pushed another button.
Several more trails of yellow ooze drooped down the sides of the boiling tank. Upon reaching the floor, they all shaped into monsters of the same image as their brothers, and slowly started shifting towards Mordecai and Rigby.
Mordecai counted about twenty in all. Now they were screwed.
"Capture them alive, boys!" Snaptrap yelled proudly at his minions.
The monsters each grinned menacingly. One of them suddenly morphed and compacted its body into the form of a snake about three yards long.
Before Mordecai could make another move, the snake lashed at him, and caught him in a boa constrictor-like hold in the blink of an eye. It then whipped around and caught Rigby in the same hold. Luckily, he had still managed to dodge all of the other two monster's attacks, and the only scratches on him were a few cuts through his fur. Good thing the snake caught him ,or he may have gotten actually hit at one point.
The snake leaped upward onto the ceiling, and dangled Mordecai and Rigby down like they were on a rope. The cheesy body was sticky enough to stick to the roof.
"AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HAW!" Snaptrap cackled. His henchmen and minions all cackled along with him. The men had rather nasily laughs, especially Larry, while the minions had deep bubbly laughs.
"So, you guys thought you could be TUFF agents?" Snaptrap called out mockingly, "You guys are chumps! There's no way you could stop an evil genius like me?"
Mordecai knew Snaptrap was right. He and Rigby were just losers in over their heads, trying to get a cool job that was WAY out of their leagues.
"Now, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and let you die a traditional secret-agent death: By dropping you into the shark tank!" He pushed another button on the panel, and suddenly the floor under Mordecai and Rigby opened up, revealing a pool of clear blue water, containing three large, hungry-looking Tiger sharks.
"Well, looks like this is it, Rigby," Mordecai sighed. "It was great knowing you, dude. We had some great times."
"Don't say that, dude," Rigby smiled, "It's not over yet."
"Dude, what do you mean it's not over! Look at us, we're tied up, dangling over a shark tank and twenty-something goons! We're gonna die!"
"Shut up! I have a plan! I'll fix this!"
"Ugh!" Mordecai rolled his eyes. He thought Rigby was just being stubborn and a loser.
"Alright boys," Snaptrap grimaced, ringing his hands. "Any last words?"
"Yes," Rigby answered loudly, and confidently, "Three: This. Is. Sparta!"
Suddenly, a roll of thunder was heard rumbling outside.
"Hm, odd," Ollie remarked, "I don't recall a thunderstorm in the broadcast today."
A second later, there was a sudden crashed, and dozens of figures crashed in through the roof.
It was the skeleton spartan warriors summoned by the helmet. Each was fully armed, and screaming and growling with might.
"Alright!" Rigby cheered, "The calvary has arrived!"
Upon hitting the floor, the warriors started to slice and bash the monsters. "Attack!" Snaptrap barked at them. Each monster fought valiantly, but the ancient, super-trained warriors were stronger and smarter, and fought back hard. They were winning clearly.
The snake that held Mordecai and Rigby dropped them, but a warrior caught and saved them before they hit the water.
When they were safely on the ground again, Mordecai playfully banged Rigby on the head, hitting the helmet. "Dude, why didn't you just use the helmet to begin with?"
Rigby just shrugged.
"Can we blast them now, boss?" Francisco whined.
"Yes!" Snaptrap gulped, sweat tricking down his face. Each DOOM boy took the blaster from their holster and aimed at the warriors.
"Come on," Mordecai barked, "We gotta destroy that machine!" He held out his hand to a warrior, who tossed him a broadsword. He held the handle at the ready with two hands.
"Fire!" Snaptrap ordered. Each henchman shot green laser blasts at the duo as they charged toward them.
However, a few warriors with shields lept out to shield the duo. The steel shields easily held against the green lasers.
Mordecai felt a twitch of fear, or a lot of fear really, as the lasers blasted at him. But this was no time for fear. This was their chance to finish this. They were so close. They were going in for the kill!
They were feet away from the panel. A warrior with a mace banged Francisco on the head. One with a flail knocked down Bad Dog and Leather Teddy. Ollie and Larry just ran away from one with a sword who was chasing them.
"Oh, snap!" Snaptrap cursed. Rigby jumped up onto his face and tackled him.
Mordecai raised his broadsword, and brought the blade down hard on the panel, slicing through right through it. It sparked and sizzled. After a second, it exploded, pushed back the three men in front of it, though not really hurting them, but covering them in soot.
The panel sparked more. Electricity traveled up the wires and the tank. Cheese bubbled and spilled out the sides more. The monsters out all groaned in agony, and melted down into puddles. The warriors all raised their weapons and cheered in victory. Each member of DOOM sat down together, all bruised and tied up, groaning in pain and dizziness.
"I will now plot my revenge!" Snaptrap yelled.
"Well, looks like our work here is done," Mordecai smiled and dusted himself off. "Now, let's call TUFF to come pick these guys up." He forgot that neither him nor Rigby had a cellphone.
"No problem," Rigby smiled. "Let's use Snaptrap's phone." He held out an old fashioned cell phone to Mordecai.
"Oh, come on dude, no need to go digging through the guy's pocket," Mordecai smiled and shook his head at his partner.
"Yeah, I would have let you guys borrow it!" Snaptrap muttered.
"Really?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah, really.
The next morning, under a bright sunny sky, a huge cheering crowd of animals, both civilians and TUFF agents, were gathered in front of TUFF Headquarters. Balloons and confetti were flying through the air, and a few red banners were streamed up.
At the front of the crowd, on the front porch of the building, Mordecai and Rigby proudly stood along side a podium on which Chief Dumbrowski stood. a large TV screen enlarging him and the scene via a camera, so that everyone could see him and the new agents. Keswick stood on the other side of the podium, holding a large purpled pillow with a few knick-knacks on it.
Rigby was showing off to the crowd, flexing his 'muscles', doing peace signs with his fingers. Mordecai was simply smiling and waving. It was a truly joyful and proud moment for him. He and Rigby had worked hard, saved the city and conquered evil all by themselves. Perhaps they were not total losers after all, perhaps they could make it in TUFF.
"YEAH! That's my little cuz'!" Screamed RJ from the crowd.
He smiled and waved out to the crowd, his eyes scanning across the smiling cheering faces. Suddenly, he noticed one face, and did a double-take to see Margaret, who was smiling and waving, and looking right at him!
"HEY! Margaret!" Mordecai smiled and waved to her. He was so happy to see her. He remembered when they had returned to her apartment last night, and told her of their success. She was so happy for them, and the fact that she had come again to see them inaugurated made him even happier, even if she had said she would come earlier.
"YEAH! MORDECAI! WOOO!" She screamed with glee.
Mordecai and Rigby directed their attention to the the podium as the chief started speaking.
"OUT-Standing job, boys!" He boomed, "You defeated Snaptrap and saved Petropolis!"
"Yeah, we know." Rigby rolled his eyes, knowing the obvious.
Mordecai elbowed him. "Dude, show some respect!" He snapped.
"Sheesh, sorry," Rigby groaned, rubbing his arm.
"And now," The Chief continued, more to the whole crowd than to just the duo alone, "it is with great pride that I welcome TUFF's latest heros, Agent Mordecai Feathers, and Agent Rigby Maskers. Keswick, if you will..."
With a smile and no words, Keswick marched over to the duo with the pillow. "Congratulations guys," He said, "you are officially hired. Here are your badges, and your standard-issue TUFF l-l-l-laser blasters."
He held the pillow out to them. Mordecai and Rigby each took one golden badge, attached to a strip of leather, and one purple-rimmed pistol.
"Awesome!" Squeaked Rigby. He inspected the badge, first thinking it was real gold, and then took the blaster out of its holster to check it out.
Unable to maintain his excitment any longer, Mordecai took out his gun as well, and started pointing it at things like he was in an action movie, and then spun it around on his finger, knowing it was on safety.
"Better look out, crooks!" He smirked, "New TUFF agents on patrol!"
The duo then shared in their trademark "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"
After about ten seconds, they died down and remembered this was a time to show dignity and maturity. The Chief was actually starting to roll his eyes.
Regaining their posture, they put their badge and gun under one arm, and Mordecai spoke up. "Thank you, Chief. We are honored to receive this job, and we'll do our best to keep the streets of this city safe." He then lifted his free hand into a firm salute.
"Yeah, what he said," Rigby smiled, "Thanks."
"That's what I like to hear," the Chief's smile returned. "Welcome to the corps!"
"Welcome to the corps!" The Chief's voice echoed on a desktop computer screen. In a dark room, the screen being the only light, the monitor sat on a large, expensive wooden desk over a keyboard. Also on the desk was a sticky-note pad, a pen-holder, and a darkened picture frame, and a little bobble head of a pig in a General's attire, with a black mustache, Joseph Stalin.
At the desk, sitting in an expensive-looking Executive leather chair was a large silhouetted figure, glaring at the screen, understanding everything going on, staring daggers at the joyous blue jay and raccoon.
Another figure suddenly entered the room, also silhouetted in the darkness. This figure was tall, and thin. "Your blackberries, sir," The figure said in a scratchy, hoarse , thick Russian voice. He extended an arm, and placed a fine wooden bowl of blackberries on the desk, gleaming in the screen's light.
"Thank you," The former figure replied in a deeper Russian-accented voice, though not as thick. He reached out with a large, furry arm, grabbing a few blackberries in stubby fingers, and popped them into his mouth. As he chomped down on them with his sharp teeth, some thick black syrup dripped from his jaw. He took a handkerchief out from his pocket and wiped his face.
The second figure came around the desk and peered at the screen from behind the chair.
"So," he said, "what do you make of these new agents?"
"They are amateurs, wannabes, losers," the larger figure spat. "At first glance, I see no threat in them."
"So then, we have no need to worry?"
"Let us not worry until later. There is still much to do on our master plan, am I right? So, let us proceed with the plan, and in the mean time, we'll keep an eye on these two, as well as the rest of TUFF."
"Understood. So, I'll get back to work on those documents you asked me to complete?"
"Yes."
"It will be done, Sir." And with that, the second figure walked away, through the door at the front of the room, where the desk was facing. There was a flash of light as he opened and closed the door.
The first figure, alone in the room again, peered down at the the screen again, at the blue jay and raccoon again.
"You two don't know how soft Snaptrap was being on you. You have no idea what a dangerous life awaits you now."
Author's Comments: I'm SO sorry that it took so long to update. I've been busy with my other stories and school.
The Pig Stalin Bobble head is actually a reference to a certain book, can you guess what book?
On a final note, I hope all my fans out there enjoyed this chapter. I'll bring up the next one eventually. In the mean time, please subscribe, favor, and review. Especially review!