AT THE ICE SMUGGLING WAREHOUSE...
A group of buyers were waiting at the front of a desk for the kingpin of the ice-smuggling company to take his seat. He was walking down the stars slowly with the help of his aid, as he had a pot-belly even though he was extremely fit.
When he sat down at the desk, the main buyer of the group then sat on the chair in front of him.
"So, you got the stuff?" he asked.
"If you've got what you owe me and my associates in return." replied the kingpin with a French-Canadian accent.
"I'm glad we could reach an agreement."
With a snap of his fingers, the buyer's accountant grabbed out a check and started writing the bill.
"And rather a quick one too. If you don't mind me asking, what's the cause?" the kingpin asked with a little intrigue.
"Our bosses are currently in progress of a... a little dream project, you could say." the buyer explained. "And the materials in these babies are some of the touches of what we need. We've the permission from corporate if y'all wish to know."
The buyer handed one of his men-in-black a piece of paper before he handed it to the kingpin, who put on his reading glasses and read the fine print, which was a permit allowing the usage of these drugs for said 'passion project.'
"Very well. With that and a shake of hands, our bargaining business shall be done pleasurably." the kingpin extended his hand.
"Pleasure's ours, boss..." the buyer was about to shake his hand... until the kingpin saw a flicker of movement in the building's wings.
It was the I.M.P gang, who began burning the metal ropes off a basketball net with a lighter before Millie chopped them with her axe.
"Sorry if this one's a violent jolt, just LOOK OUT!"
The kingpin then grabbed the buyer's wrist, along with a few others, moving them before only a couple were crushed by the basketball net falling on top of them.
"What the FUCK is going on HERE?!" the accountant then pulled out a gun, provoking the other thugs to grab theirs.
"HEY, HEY! DON'T SHOOT!" the buyer and the kingpin shouted together.
But just as they shouted, the accountant's brains were blown out, but not by either men.
"Who the hell opened fire?!" the kingpin exclaimed to his crew. "IDIOTS!"
"It wasn't us, sir!" one of his cronies answered.
Soon, more gunshots rained from the ceiling, and both gangs started running around trying to evade them like hail.
"Oh, look at 'em run!" Blitzø laughed as he kept on shooting.
He then saw some of them trying to make a break for it at the nearest emergency exit.
"Aw hell nah you don't! LOONA!" he whistled for her.
Just as the so-called survivors were about to leave, they opened the door to see an angry Loona in her human disguise as she stomped inside and slammed it back shut, before putting up her boxing gloves.
"Loonie?!" Blitzø asked confusingly.
Loona then started beating the shit out of every escapee that tried to make a break for the door from the battle, from punches to kicks.
Moxxie and Millie soon jumped from the wings and began having their own fun, while Blitzø was still having fun and going gun-crazy.
"Who wants a piece of HELL!" shouted Moxxie, as some of the thug members released their katanas.
MEANWHILE... BACK AT I.M.P...
Balin was running from a love-hungry Verosika Mayday, who had just found out he was a human and was now chasing him down in a yandere way. Like a little girl chasing a puppy.
"Come here, sweetie!" she exclaimed in a cooing tone. "I just wanna talk! And hug you FOREVER and EVER!"
Balin just screamed and kept on running. "Get away from me!" he shouted.
As the chase went on, each member of her posse hid in different positions trying to corner him.
When Kiki jumped out and tried to grab him, Balin he quickly evaded her before she could, while Verosika did a parkour past her by pouncing on a printer on all fours and ended it with a somersault.
Turning his head to her, Balin was shocked to see that level of agility as he kept pressing multiple elevator buttons.
Soon, just when they regained enough breath and stamina to try and grab him, the elevator shut with the boy in it, going two levels down and away from them.
Balin prepared to run as the elevator ride came to a halt, and just as it opened, there was Ace ready to snatch him. The boy tucked and rolled out of the lift just in time.
"No, wait, FUCK!" Ace shouted as the elevator shut with him still in it.
THE WAREHOUSE:
Millie was having the most fun, slicing off each thug's legs by their ankles, and the buyer noticed.
"THE CASE! Get that goddamn case outta here before your ankles get...!" he then said getting his ankles and his arms torn off by Millie's axe.
"No ya don't, asshole!" she cackled and hissed.
Soon, one of the buyer's cronies grabbed the case and tried to run evading Millie's quick swings.
"Loona! SIC 'EM!" shouted Moxxie, but no response in the mayhem. "Uhh, Loona?"
Turns out, Loona was still punching, head-butting, and kicking away at each thug that escaped from the gunshots. She may not have had her hound form, but she still used her speed and strength for certain cases.
She soon heard Moxxie's whistling, just as he pointed to the thug with the briefcase full of meth making it to the garage door. Growling, she used her super speed to catch up to him, but it wasn't long before he escaped and slammed the garage door shut in her face, knocking her out in an instant.
"No! LOONA!" Blitzø cried, still shooting in the wings bearing a sharp angry look.
I.M.P:
"LOONA!" cried Balin, as he continued running through the building trying to find a place to hide.
He was getting so scared and paranoid of where Verosika and her crew could be, no matter what room he hid in, there was one succubus after another.
At one room, Apple tried to pounce on him and started chasing him on all fours like a wolf. "Get back here twerp! We just wanna play!" she cackled.
"NO!" sobbed Balin as he continued running.
Soon, he saw Coco and Josh holding up a tennis net trying to trap him. Before Apple's nails could grab him as she still chased after him, in slow motion, Balin skidded on the ground evading the net, shocking the succubi holding it.
The boy then got on his feet and ran even faster back downstairs.
Meanwhile, Tex was already in the receptionist area, watching everything on the security cameras. He couldn't help but worry about what was going on and what these guys were trying to do this kid.
He then pulled out his phone to urgently text Loona and warn her in a rush.
THE WAREHOUSE:
Blitzø still shot up the warehouse from the wings, as some of the thugs climbed the ladder to sneak up on him.
Quickly sensing it, Blitzø grinned and laughed to himself. "More fun, eh?"
As the thugs began charging up to him, the boss began shooting them all in a straight line without even looking, causing them to fall from left to right.
Moxxie and Millie made out during the massacre as they kept evading every single body being dropped from the wings, then got back to shooting as soon as the last one dropped.
Loona in the meantime woke up and shook her head while the battle was still going on. Her vision gone blurry, she kept seeing M&M go apeshit on the remaining thugs, who were getting harder to kill or even injure at this moment without her.
She kept hearing Blitzø's voice from above the wings shouting:
"LOONA! GET UP!"
She couldn't hear him as much as well, with her sensitive hearing going bonkers from the garage door hitting her on the face, until her pocket started buzzing.
She knew then and there it was her phone, so she grabbed it seeing two text messages from Tex saying:
"Loona! Sorry to message you on the job, but it's your boy!"
and
"Verosika knows! She's hunting him down right now!"
Then widening her eyes, and reenacting the famous scene from 'Home Alone', Loona screamed:
"BALIN!"
She then snarled showing her sharp human teeth and howled back into her hellhound form. This made the thugs and the married couple surprised to see it, while Blitzø just cheered, happy to see her badass self again.
"OH NO! A big werewolf! RUN!" one of the thugs screamed, as they all began running towards the exit.
But Loona wouldn't allow that.
I.M.P:
Balin then got downstairs to the receptionist area and was going to hide in one of the bathrooms, before Tex spotted him from the desk.
"Balin! Wait!" he shouted, making him stop in an instant.
"Tex?" he asked curiously and out of breath. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here. And... I'm currently on the job." he replied anxiously.
"Are you a security guard?"
"Nope, still a bodyguard. For... you know." Tex then nudged his head upstairs, reminding him he still worked for Verosika.
"You're... you're with them?" gasped Balin.
"No, no! Well, I am, but I didn't know they were gonna do something like this." he said defensively but calmly.
Balin then shielded himself away from the buff hellhound feeling scared.
"Why are you doing this? I thought you were my friend!" he panicked.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I still am." he kneeled down and shushed him, extending his hand. "Don't panic, okay? I won't let..."
Balin then ran up to the male hellhound and held him tightly as he began tearing up.
"Please, Mr. Tex! Don't give me to her!" he cried, almost sobbing a little. "I don't want her to get me and eat me up!"
Tex was very surprised feeling this scared and sad human kid holding onto his fur in fear like this, but unsure or not, he slowly wrapped his arms around him and gave him some beefy pats on the back to calm him down.
"It's okay lil' man, don't be scared. I've got you right here." shushed Tex. "You're my friend, ain't ya?"
"Y-Yep?" Balin then looked up wiping away his tears.
Although he was understanding and accepting, Tex had to admit this was a first for him as well, having helped a human child through a rough time. Even working for Verosika, he still had his moments.
"There you go, wiping away the tears. Does that mean we're friends again?" he showed the kid a gentle smile.
"Yes, Tex. We still are." smiled Balin too.
"Then don't worry kiddo, I'm not gonna let Verosika get her claw polish on you." he bravely said. "Because I'm gonna help you outta here."
"Like, escaping? Really" Balin asked. "Can you take me home, please?"
"Okay, I love the manners on you, but I have a plan first." spoke Tex. "And don't worry, I called Loona ahead, she'll be back in a jiffy."
"Thank you. But where is she now?" the boy asked again.
"Still at work, little guy." replied Tex, gathering a few items from the storage closet.
THE WAREHOUSE:
Loona was still attacking every last thug trying to escape the warehouse. From punches, kicks, NOW claw marks as well, she killed them off bit by bit.
She still had her mixed feelings about mauling them to death and shaking them around like chew toys, but she managed to pull it off without her animal instincts as the imps watched in pride and awe.
"WHOO! THAT'S MY DAUGHTER, MOTHERFUCKERS!" Blitzø cheered.
Soon, the attack was over and while three or four thugs made it out alive, including the one with the briefcase, the rest laid in their own blood.
"Balin's in deep shit! C'MON!" Loona shouted to the others as she spat on one of the bodies then ran out of the building.
A couple of seconds later, the imp trio clambered down from the ceiling and followed after her quickly.
I.M.P:
Tex grabbed out a few water bottles, poured detergent into them, and shook them to mix them together like a cocktail.
"Alright Balin, you ready?" he asked the human boy.
"But what are we doing?" asked Balin next.
"Well we don't want these scary demons following us home, do we?" he replied as Balin shook his head. "So we're just creating a distraction to slow them down."
"Oh, okay." Balin then knew what they were doing but still felt worried. "But I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Don't worry, I'll take the blame for ya." smiled Tex. "To tell you the truth, I don't like working for Verosika sometimes. She doesn't pay me often AND I'm more of a rock 'n' roll kinda guy, so there's still other jobs. Like... being your friend."
Balin then showed a warm smile then confidently said: "Okay. Let's do it."
"Good man." Tex ruffled his hair to make him giggle, before squirting the detergent-mixed water onto the floor.
The detergent leaked from all over the hallway all the way downstairs to the rest of the floors in the building.
"Now, turn on... the TV!" signalled Tex.
Balin then grabbed a remote and turned on the company TV, showing a YouTube Poop version of 'Toy Story.'
"Come in mother bird! Come in mother bird!" the green army soldier said. "Andy has pulled a gun from the closet!"
The gun firing from the TV made the succubi gang think there was a shooter in the building, so they ran out of each room and started slipping and sliding around the entire hallway.
Verosika however stood clear of the soapy water, watching everything. Now seething in annoyance, she skated across the slippery floors after the boy.
Balin and Tex were now sliding down the stairs together, with the boy on Tex's tummy like a waterslide. Before they knew it, they slid all the way out of the building.
Tex then put a 1000-degree horseshoe over the doorknobs to keep the posse from getting out and to burn them from the inside.
"Okay, Loona knows we're heading over to your crib right now." he said.
"Good, now let's go." said Balin enthusiastically.
Tex then picked the boy up by his waist. "Hang on there kid, I've got another idea on how to get outta here." he then put him on his back, cracked his knuckles, and got down on all fours. "Hold on tight, lil' man." the male hellhound began sprinting away from the building with Balin on his back like a horse.
Verosika then glided downstairs and to the door, but when she tried to open it, she felt her hand sizzling from the 1000-degrees on the doorknobs kicking in.
"OUCH! SHIT!" she exclaimed before calming down for Balin and giggling like a maniac. "Oh, darling...!" she sang in a cooing voice.
A/N: See y'all in the next chapter.