Buckle up, fearless readers, because this chapter is a storm you won't see coming. The walls won't stay standing, the booby traps are more cunning than ever, and the characters? Well… let's just say they're in for a world of hurt. No safety nets, no soft landings—just pure, unfiltered destruction. If you value peace and predictability, turn back now. But if you crave danger, disaster, and just the right amount of delightful mayhem, then step forward.
Let the chaos begin!
Chapter 13:
Snake's patience was officially gone! It was thinner than his slithery body. He was ready to attack his prey—without mercy!
"Alright, you little pest! No more games! I'm DONE playing nice!" Snake said, venomously
Boy glanced at the grumpy reptile with a mischievous grin, still crossing his arms.
"Nice? I didn't realize you started playing nice" Boy teased
Snake snarled, lunging forward. But before he could close the distance, Boy darted back and slammed the door shut behind him. Snake's momentum carried him forward-WHAM! The door hit him square in the snout, sending him recoiling with a groan.
(SNAKE GROANS IN PAIN)
"YOU LITTLE—!" Snake shouted, cutting himself off with an indignant hiss. "Open this door! Open this door right now, you pint-sized pain in my tail!"
Behind the door, Boy grinned wickedly. He darted around like a whirlwind, setting up his next trap with frantic precision. Nearby, a precarious tower of honey and feathers sat, poised to turn Snake into the world's first feathered boa.
"Oh, I'd open it if I were you," Boy playfully muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "You're gonna love what's waiting!"
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP
Snake banged his tail against the door like an annoyed drumbeat. "I'm giving you three seconds before I break this thing down!" he threatened
"Take your time, buddy!" Boy called, his voice thick with mockery. "No rush. Honest!"
Snake's hissing grew louder as the pounding suddenly stopped. On the other side of the door, Boy's ears perked at a distinct metallic scratching. His trap was ready, but he couldn't resist narrating Snake's every move.
"Ah, there it is. The ol' lock pick technique. Classic move, Snake. Too bad it's gonna—" Boy said, with mockery in his voice
CLICK
The satisfying of the click was music to Snake's satisfaction.
With a smug grin, he pushed the door open wide, announcing triumphantly, "Did you really think a door could stop me, you dirty little—"
Before he could finish, his world tilted. The tripwire snapped, releasing a cascade of honey that drenched him from head to tail. Snake blinked, stunned, as a bucket of feathers descended seemingly from thin air, transforming him into a sticky, feathery mess.
"WHAT THE—!"
Boy bursted into laughter, clutching his sides. "Nice look, Snake! Looks like you're dressed for a costume party. Ever consider a career as a feather boa?" he jeered before dashing away, leaving the limbless reptile fuming.
Snake glared, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to form words. Finally he growled, "You're dead, kid. Absolutely dead!"
Wolf stifled a chuckle as he approached. "You okay, buddy?" he asked, trying to sound concerned.
Snake slithered out of the room, feathers flaking off with every move. "Don't even start with me!" he growled, glaring at his teammates who were barely holding it together.
The room erupted into laughter, with Shark doubling over and Webs spinning a web out of hilarity.
(LAUGHING)
Snake scowled. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, you clowns!"
Suddenly a voice rang out from above. "Hey, morons! I'm up here!" Boy shouted from the top of the grand staircase, waving mockingly. "Come and get me!"
The gang exchanged determined nods and charged toward the staircase, with clenched teeth—only to slip spectacularly on marbles strewn across the floor. BANG! One by one, they hit the ground in a heap of groaning chaos.
(BAD GUYS SCREAMING)
THUD!
WHACK!
THUMP!
(BAD GUYS GROANING IN PAIN)
Boy smirked, leaning casually on the banister. "So, what's it gonna be? Do you guys give up? Or are you hungry for more?"
Getting up off the floor—Wolf and Shark, who were the first, trudged up the grand staircase with determined expressions. The aftermath of the marbles incident still lingering in their groans and grumbles.
Unbeknownst to them, Boy lurked above, his mischievous grin widening as he prepared his next trap—two paint cans, tied to strings, dangling precariously. He gave the strings a tug, ensuring everything was in place, and waited.
"Stay sharp," Shark warned, glancing around nervously
Something didn't feel right. And then, his predator instincts kicked in.
The large predator spotted the paint can swinging down like a pendulum of doom. "Heads up!" he bellowed, ducking swiftly.
Wolf turned his head, puzzled. "Huh?"
WHAM! The paint can struck Wolf squarely in the face, sending him flying down the staircase in a blur of gray fur and indignation. He landed with a crash on top of Snake, Piranha, and Webs, eliciting a chorus of groans.
From the bottom of the heap, Snake's muffled voice growled, "Get. Off. Me!"
Above, Shark hesitated, glancing back at his downed comrades. "Don't worry, Wolf! I'll get him for you!"
Shark's promise was brimming with confidence… but his optimism was short-lived.
"Incoming!" Piranha called out
Another paint can came swinging down. This time, Shark didn't have the chance to duck. CLANG! The large predator went airborne, his girth magnifying the impact as he landed directly on the tangle of Wolf, Snake, Piranha, and Webs.
THUD!
"Shark!" Wolf wheezed. "You weigh a ton—get off!"
Snake's eyes narrowed dangerously as he hissed, "This is why I should work alone!"
Webs groaned, her eight legs flailing helplessly beneath the pile. "Can't… breathe!"
From his vantage point, Boy pumped his fist in victory. "YES!" he hollered, dashing away before they could untangle themselves.
As they finally managed to separate, Shark rubbed his snout with a sheepish groan. "He's just a stupid kid, huh?" he said, attempting to brush off their defeat.
Snake's glare could have melted ice. "Oh, shut up, Shark!"
Wolf pointed a finger towards the top. "C'mon, let's get him!"
Snake grumbled, flicking a feather off his scales. "Yeah, yeah. Just get moving, Furball!"
As the group of thieves began to ascend cautiously, Boy's mischievous laugh echoed from above. "Oh, you're going to love this one!" With a dramatic flourish, he pulled a lever hidden behind a wall panel. A rumbling sound erupted from above.
(RUMBLING SOUNDS OFF IN THE DISTANCE)
"Uh…what's that sound?" Shark asked, his eyes widening
Piranha squinted at the staircase. "Amigo…is that—?"
THUNDER! THUD! THUD! A cascade of bowling balls spilled onto the steps, rolling with terrifying speed toward the gang.
"SCATTER!" Wolf yelled, fearfully
The team attempted to dodge in their own clumsy ways: Wolf dived to the left but misjudged his landing, causing him to tumble over the railing and land with a loud crash in a decorative potted plant below. Snake flattened himself against the wall, smugly thinking he was safe—until a rogue bowling ball ricocheted and smacked him squarely on the head, causing him to topple down like a slinky. Shark decided that brute force was his best option: blocking them—trying to stop a bowling ball with his girth—big mistake—the force sent him rolling backward—taking out Snake, Wolf, in his wake. Piranha, with his usual reckless energy, tried hopping over the balls like a gazelle until his triumph was short-lived as a ball struck him mid-leap, sending him somersaulting into the heap of his friends. As for Webs, who was indeed the clever one, clung to the ceiling and avoided the chaos entirely—dangling safely above the destruction.
As the bowling balls settled, Boy peered down from the top of the staircase, holding back laughter. "Wow, you guys are even worse at dodging than I thought. That's gotta be a strike!"
The pile of groaning Bad Guys below was a comedy of frustration and pain.
(GROANING PAINFULLY)
Wolf clutched his head. "How the heck does a kid even get bowling balls?"
Snake hissed venomously. "I am so done with this day!"
Shark rubbed his bruised snout, muttering, "Why did I think I could block them?"
Piranha simply giggled through the pain. "That was kinda fun!"
Webs smirked from above. "Seriously, you're all disasters"
Boy called out, twirling his lever with a cheeky grin. "Ready for round two, or should I just declare myself the winner now?"
The Bad Guys groaned in unison, too battered to respond. Boy then sprinted into a nearby room, his mischievous laughter ringing out like a challenge. He crouched behind a pile of old furniture, peeking through a crack in the door as he waited for his pursuers.
Downstairs, the gang recovered from the latest trap, groaning and grumbling as they tried to shake off their injuries. Webs hopped down from her perch on the wall, skittering to rejoin her friends.
"I told you this kid was trouble," Webs said, though there was a tinge of amusement in her voice
"Oh, we've already figured that out when the pain started! Thank-you very much!" Snake retorted
Wolf dusted himself off, as he turned to the group. "Alright, team, c'mon! Now it's personal!"
The Bad Guys then ascended the staircase again, Wolf raised a paw, warning them to tread carefully. His sharp eyes scanned the path ahead. "If you bomb us with more paint can, kid, I swear—"
Boy, crouched in his hiding spot, smirked. "Tempting..." he muttered under his breath.
At the top of the staircase, the gang paused. Wolf turned to his crew with determination in his eyes. "Spread out and search all the rooms," he ordered, his tone firm and focused. "He's gotta be hiding somewhere close"
Piranha and Shark prowled down the dim hallway, their eyes fixed on the heavy wooden door ahead. The two fish exchanged glances, their energy buzzing.
"Betcha he's hiding in there," Piranha whispered, his voice dripping with excitement.
Shark nodded. "Let's get him!"
Piranha grabbed the handle and yanked the door open with a dramatic flourish. Both stared inside, squinting at the darkness. Suddenly, a loud whizzing sound filled the air.
"Uh-oh," Shark muttered, his instincts kicking in
WHOOSH! A massive weight plate hurtled toward them at tremendous speed, glinting menacingly in the light. In the nick of time, the two fish ducked, the weight plate narrowly missing their heads and smashing into the wall behind them.
Piranha straightened up, grinning mischievously. "Ha! You missed us, niño!" he jeered, sticking out his tongue in mockery.
Shark joined in, wagging his fin toward the empty room. "Guess we outsmarted you on that one, kid!"
Their laughter rang out, filling the hallway—until WHOOSH! Two large dumbbells flew out of nowhere, each aiming straight for its target.
SMACK! One hit Piranha squarely in the face, sending him flying backward and landing with a loud thud.
THUD! The other collided with Shark's snout, his massive frame toppling like a domino.
"—or not" Shark groaned, painfully
Both fish groaned from the floor, dazed and disoriented. Piranha rubbed his head, from his earlier misadventures. "Amigo…I think he's getting better at aiming"
From his hiding spot, Boy smirked, watching the chaos unfold. "Two strikes. I'm on a roll," he muttered before slipping away
Webs approached the next door with cautious determination. She flicked her eyes toward the hallway behind her. "Okay, guys, I'm doing this once—and if this door has a trap that involves a fly swatter, I'm out"
She gripped the bottom with her two arms and cracked the door open slowly. At first, everything looked quiet. Then her gaze landed on a harmless-looking toy car parked innocuously in the center of the room.
Webs tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "Really? That's the best this kid's got?" she muttered, stepping inside to investigate.
Suddenly, the car's headlights flickered on, and its engine revved loudly.
VRRRRR!
Webs froze in horror. "Oh no..." she whispered
Before she could react, the toy car came to life, spinning in circles before charging straight at her like a miniature battering ram.
(WEBS SCREAMING IN FEAR)
Webs let out a high-pitched scream as she scrambled backward, her eight legs flailing wildly.
The car relentlessly chased her around the room, buzzing and spinning with mechanical precision. Using her wits, Webs darted up the nearest wall, climbing swiftly to safety. She perched high above, glaring down at her mechanical tormentor. "Nice try, Wheels!" she shouted, blowing raspberries at the car. "You can't touch me—I'm a spider and you're not"
For a moment, she felt victorious. The toy car stopped, its headlights dimming as if acknowledging its defeat.
Webs smirked. "That's what I thought," she said, smugly
But then the car's headlights turned back on—brighter than ever. With a mechanical whir, it adjusted its wheels and began climbing the wall effortlessly.
Webs' jaw dropped in shock. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Boy's laughter echoed from somewhere nearby. "Surprised, Ms. Tarantula? I made some upgrades! Hope you like 'em!"
Webs shrieked again as the toy car gained on her, forcing her to climb higher and higher. She scuttled onto the ceiling, thinking she'd finally escape. But the car didn't stop—it clung to the ceiling too, hot on her trail.
"This is NOT how physics works!" Webs shouted, dodging the car's relentless pursuit.
She zigzagged across the ceiling, her legs working overtime.
Boy's voice rang out again. "I call it 'Wall-Crawler 2.0!' You're welcome!"
Snake, who heard the hacker's cries, slithered down the hallway when his eyes locked onto Boy darting ahead. "I've got you now, you sneaky little brat!" he muttered under his breath, determination burning in his slit-pupil gaze.
Boy reached the door at the end of the hallway, flashing a cheeky grin as he slammed it shut behind him.
Snake reached the door moments later, his forked tongue flicking out as he chuckled darkly.
"You're gonna regret messing with me, kid," he hissed, wrapping his tail around the doorknob and flinging it open.
SPLOOSH! A cream pie shot out of nowhere, hitting him square in the face. Snake froze, stunned, the sugary mess dripping down his scales.
From the other side of the hallway, Boy poked his head out from behind another door. "Yoo-hoo! Mr. Grumpy Face! I'm over here!" he shouted, laughter trailing after him.
Snake grumbled and wiped his face with the tip of his tail. "Oh, that's real mature," he growled, slithering toward the next door Boy had disappeared behind. "Let's see you try that again!"
He opened the door. WHAM! Another pie hit him, this time blueberry filling splattering across his face.
Boy's laughter echoed from yet another door down the hallway. "Nice aim, huh?"
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Snake snarled, his frustration mounting. "How many pies does this kid have?!"
One by one, Snake opened door after door, and each time, he was met with a pie to the face—banana cream, chocolate mousse, lemon meringue. His hissing grew louder and angrier with every pie, his scales now covered in a kaleidoscope of desserts.
Finally, Snake reached yet another door, his patience worn thin. "Alright, kid," he muttered, gripping the knob with his tail. "Let's see how clever you really are." Instead of flinging it open, Snake paused, a sinister grin curling across his face. He wrapped his tail around the knob slowly. "Ooh, I ain't gonna fall for it this time"
He twisted the knob with his tail, carefully keeping his face clear. But just as he did, a door across from him swung open—and another pie launched directly at his face.
SPLOOSH!
Snake stood there, motionless, dripping in whipped cream and fury. His tail clenched tight as he let out a low growl. "THAT'S IT!" he bellowed, charging toward the latest door and smashing through it with a thunderous CRASH!
Wolf prowled through the hallway, his sharp ears tuned for any sound, any clue that might lead him to Boy. Anxiety rolled over his face as he scanned the doors lining the corridor. Then, suddenly, a faint cry stopped him dead in his tracks.
One of his ears flicked up as he turned his head toward the source of the sound. Slowly, he approached the closed door, his curiosity piqued and his instincts roaring. Pressing his open ear against the wooden surface, he listened closely. The muffled sobbing was unmistakable.
A sinister grin spread across his face. "Game over, kid," Wolf whispered, his voice low and triumphant.
Unbeknownst to him, Boy stood silently in the shadows of another hallway, watching the scene unfold with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He could barely suppress a grin of his own as Wolf gripped the doorknob tightly, preparing for what he believed to be his moment of victory.
With a swift yank, Wolf flung the door open wide, his heart racing in anticipation. Instead of finding Boy, a boxing glove on an automatic contraption shot out at incredible speed. WHAM! The glove hit Wolf square in the groin, the impact reverberating through the hallway.
Wolf's jaw dropped, his eyes crossed as a strangled gasp escaped him. Clutching his injured pride, the big bad wolf staggered backward, his tail drooping as he fell unceremoniously to the floor with a loud thud.
Boy peeked out from behind the hallway, wincing slightly at the sight. "Geez, Wolf! I felt that one," he quipped
Wolf groaned, pushing himself to his feet weakly. Steam practically boiled out of his ears as he caught sight of Boy, his smug grin lighting up the hallway. "THAT'S IT!" Wolf bellowed, flailing his arms in the air. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!"
Fueled by fury, Wolf charged towards the kid at full speed. Boy's grin widened as he darted into a nearby room, slamming the door shut behind him. Wolf wasted no time—he barreled after him, determined to end the madness once and for all.
The scene begins in complete silence, with Boy peeking out from behind a door, mischief glinting in his eyes. Suddenly, the moment the chase kicks off, the fast-paced notes of "Yakety Sax" begin to play in the background, perfectly matching the comedic chaos that unfolds.
Boy darts down the hallway, his small frame slipping through doors with remarkable speed. The Bad Guys follow in hot pursuit, their movements exaggerated and frantic. Wolf leads the group, sprinting down the corridor with determination, only to skid to a stop and motion for the others to split up.
Doors swing open and shut in rapid succession, each gang member popping in and out of rooms like characters in a slapstick comedy. Piranha leaps into one doorway, only to reappear moments later being chased by a rolling chair, his tiny legs pumping furiously. Shark, in his enthusiasm, charges into a room too quickly and gets caught in a curtain, stumbling back into the hallway wrapped like a gift.
Snake moves with calculated speed, slithering low to the ground and slipping under doors, only to emerge seconds later covered in confetti from yet another hidden trap. His face twists into a mixture of anger and exhaustion as the music speeds up. Meanwhile, Webs hangs upside down, zipping in and out of doorframes with perfect agility, attempting to cut Boy off—but even she gets tangled in her own web at one point.
Boy expertly maneuvers through his own maze of chaos, always one step ahead. The chase's tempo picks up with the music as Boy cheekily doubles back, passing the Bad Guys and sending them colliding into one another in a pile of limbs and tails. They recover quickly, springing back into action, the rhythm of the scene perfectly aligned with the goofy, fast-paced beats.
Doors continue to slam, feet pound against the floors, and near-captures turn into comedic disasters. At one point, Wolf lunges for Boy, but the kid ducks, sending Wolf barreling through a stack of boxes instead. Glitter flies everywhere, shimmering in the air as the music crescendos.
By the time the chase reaches its peak, the hallway is in shambles—overturned furniture, scattered debris, and a faint trail of glitter and webbing marking the chaos. The scene ends with Boy disappearing through yet another door, leaving the Bad Guys huffing, puffing, and sprawled in a heap on the floor as the final notes of "Yakety Sax" fades out.
The gang stumbled into the hallway, panting and drained from the relentless chase. Wolf wiped sweat from his brow, his tail drooping as he leaned against the wall for support. Shark slumped onto the floor, clutching his side, while Webs dangled from the ceiling, rubbing her temples. Even Piranha, usually bursting with energy, sat still for once, gasping for air.
"This isn't just any kid," Wolf muttered, his ears twitching with unease. "Something about him… doesn't add up"
The others nodded weakly in agreement, their exhaustion silencing any usual banter. Then, suddenly, Shark froze, his eyes widening in alarm. Piranha, too, went rigid, his scales bristling. Webs dropped from the ceiling and stood rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on Snake.
Snake flicked his tongue, raising a brow. "What're you all staring at?" he hissed
Wolf swallowed nervously. "Snake—stay calm—don't move," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Snake narrowed his eyes. "Why? What's going on?"
Ignoring Wolf's warning, Snake spotted a nearby mirror and slithered toward it cautiously. His curiosity turned into sheer horror when he saw the reflection. Perched atop his head like a victorious conqueror was Boy's guinea pig, Barks. The little creature glared back at Snake, its tiny nose twitching in defiance.
Snake screamed, flailing his tail wildly. "Get it OFF ME!" he screeched.
As if on cue, Barks sprang to life, attacking Snake's face with the fury of a Tasmanian devil. Whiskers blurred, paws clawed, and Snake's hissing turned into panicked shrieks.
"HELP! DO SOMETHING!" he begged, slithering in circles as the guinea pig held on tightly.
Piranha jumped to his feet, clutching a baseball bat he'd apparently found somewhere during the chaos. "I got this, chico!" he declared, brandishing the bat.
Webs gasped and gripped her head in horror. "Piranha—what are you doing?!"
But Piranha didn't respond—his wild grin said it all. He swung the bat with reckless enthusiasm, smacking Snake squarely on the side.
WHACK!
(SNAKE SCREAMS)
SMACK!
(SNAKE SCREAMS AGAIN)
CRASH!
(SNAKE SCREAMS SOME MORE)
Snake yelped, stumbling backward. "You IDIOT! You're supposed to hit the PIG, not ME!" he roared
Piranha shrugged, winding up for another swing. "Just hold still! I'll get it this time!"
Webs covered her face, muttering, "I can't watch this"
Wolf sighed, burying his face in his paws as the chaos unfolded. Shark tried to intervene but tripped over Snake's tail, landing in a heap on the floor.
Meanwhile, Barks continued its relentless attack, squeaking victoriously as Snake slithered back and forth in a desperate attempt to escape. Boy watched from his hiding spot, barely containing his laughter. "Best. Day. Ever," he whispered
Barks let out a final squeak before scampering away, darting between Shark's legs and disappearing out of sight. The guinea pig's sudden retreat left Snake trembling with frustration, his tongue flicking angrily as he assessed the damage. The limbless reptile was now covered in scratches, sporting a black eye, and a couple of nasty bumps on his scaly head—a portrait of humiliation.
Standing triumphantly nearby, Piranha grinned ear to ear, proudly puffing out his glitter-covered chest. "I did it!" he announced, striking a dramatic pose. "I knocked it off good! No need to thank me—hold the applause!"
Snake slowly turned his gaze toward the tiny fish, his slit pupils narrowing dangerously. "You what?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.
"Yep!" Piranha continued, oblivious to Snake's growing anger. "I took care of that thing with my trusty bat—just like a hero!"
"YOU IDIOT, YOU—"
Snake's glare darkened. In one swift motion, he grabbed the baseball bat from Piranha's fins, raising it high above his head. "You're gonna feel this one, you jerk!" he shouted, swinging the bat down and thwacking Piranha squarely on top of the head.
BAM!
Piranha yelped and stumbled backward, rubbing his bruised head where the bat had landed. "OWWW! That wasn't very nice!" he protested, his previous confidence evaporating instantly.
Snake let out a hiss of satisfaction before tossing the bat away with a clatter. "Serves you right!" he muttered, slithering away to nurse his wounds.
Shark rubbed his snout, glancing around nervously. "Can this night get any more painful?" he muttered
As if summoned by his words, a faint squeak echoed from nearby. The gang froze. Slowly, they turned their heads toward the sound. There, perched innocently on Shark's head, was Barks, Boy's feisty guinea pig, his teeth latched tightly onto Shark's sleek dorsal fin.
Shark's eyes widened in horror. "OH GOD! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!" he screamed, spinning wildly in circles, his fins flailing. In his panic, he inadvertently smacked his own face with one of his fins, sending himself stumbling backward into a nearby wall.
Wolf blinked, quickly assessing the chaotic scene unfolding before him. "I've got an idea!" he announced, darting into a nearby room.
Moments later, he returned carrying an oversized blanket. "Hold still, Shark!" Wolf yelled
"Hold still?!" Shark cried, continuing to spin in circles. "I CAN'T HOLD STILL! THIS THING IS EATING ME!"
With precision and speed, Wolf stepped in, tossing the blanket over Shark's massive frame.
Shark stopped spinning but began thrashing under the blanket, his muffled voice shouting, "Get this thing off me! What are you guys doing?!"
Snake, Piranha, and Wolf exchanged determined looks. Grabbing some baseball bats they recently found, they approached Shark with a mix of caution and resolve.
"Alright, boys," Wolf said, brandishing his bat. "Let's get it!"
With synchronized swings, they began whacking Shark—aiming to get rid of the guinea pig, but inevitably hitting their panicked friend in the process. WHACK! THUD! CLANG! Shark's muffled cries grew louder as he stumbled to his knees, pleading for mercy.
"OW! Why are you hitting me!" Shark whimpered, his voice shaky. "I didn't sign up for THIS!" Another swing landed squarely on his shoulder. "I'M NOT THE GUINEA PIG!"
But the chaos continued…
WHACK!
"You're aggravating it!" Shark cried
THUD!
"PLEASE, STOP!" Shark cried
KICK!
"Why are you kicking me?!" Shark cried
BAM!
"I can't see a thing!" Shark cried
Meanwhile, Webs stood off to the side, her eyes wide in disbelief. She clasped her hands to her head, groaning. "This is a nightmare. What is wrong with you guys?!"
Finally, Barks let out an indignant squeak before scurrying out from under the blanket, vanishing once again—-but this time to his owner. Boy, having witnessed the whole thing, picks up his pet and enters through a door that led to the attic.
The gang paused, bats still in hand, breathing heavily.
"Did we get it?" Piranha asked
Snake rolled his eyes, pointing at Shark's collapsed figure. "Yeah, we sure got something"
Wolf sighed, tossing his bat aside. "Come on, Shark. Stay with us. Let's go get the kid before IT shows up again"
Shark weakly lifted his head from the floor, his voice trembling. "I don't wanna get the kid anymore—I want to go home"
Will Boy make it? Will the Bad Guys finally corner him for good? Or is this just the beginning of an even deadlier chase? Please leave a review and stay tuned—because the danger isn't over yet. And next time? The stakes get higher, the traps get nastier, and no one escapes unscathed.