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CHAPTER
SIX
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COOKIES AWAY...
Since the only place you could get a jet fighter in Middletown was
at the military base, we decided that would be a pretty good place
to look. When we got there it was worse than we thought, those
little devils were driving the tanks off of jumps like they
were skateboards, the jeeps were driving off cliffs, and the jet
fighters were doing triple loop-dee-loops. And since the
officers were all tied to the ceiling fans we suspected that the
monsters were here.
At first we thought that we could just waltz right in
there and grab those little stinkers. That was until we found
out that they had gotten their grubby little hands on the high tech
machine-guns.
BANGITYBANGBANGBOOMBANG!!!
“O.K. this is
going to be tricky we’re probably going to need some of those high
tech weapons” I whispered. “Yeah...hey wait I know where some
are!” Eddy replied. “How would you know that?” I asked. “Remember
when I told you about selling our cookie dough to the army?” He
asked. “Yeah.” I replied. “Well they took me to a secret room with
all of these new weapons.” Eddy said. “So?” I asked scratching my
head. “So, why don’t we go and get some of those juicy little
weapons?” Eddy yelled. So off we went quietly sneaking through
the top secret fancy-shmancy army base hallways, until we
finally got to a door that read “ADVANCED WEAPONRY FACILITY.”
“What do we do now?” I asked. “This” Eddy replied with
a ten inch grin as he opened up a book and picked up a green
pen that was conveniently placed on a nearby shelf. “What’s that,
codes to the door?” I asked. “Nope.” he replied as he scribbled on
some of the words in the book. The book started to glow, come to
think of it so did the door as it started to divide into three
pieces. “Wow that was sure high tech!” I said as I stared in
amazement. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Eddy said with a smile.
We quietly snuck through the hallway, then suddenly
from out of nowhere jumped one of the little monsters, and she had a
missile launcher. “Duck” I screamed as she launched one of her
rockets.
BOOOMMM!!!
The missile flew
straight above our head. “I think I got em!” Screamed the little
monster girl. The rest of her troops came down out of the vent and
gave bazooka girl a pat on the back, and walked away. Eddy and I
peeked our little heads out from behind a nearby counter. “This
way.” Eddy whispered ever so carefully.
The high tech computers and the secret doors all would
have been cool to see if is wasn’t for the fact that there were a
bunch of bloodthirsty (Especially for our blood) monster babies
after us. We went through a bunch of tunnels and then we finally got
to what looked like the colonel’s office. We stepped inside.
Eddy snapped on one of the computers and started to
type in something, and since I was kind of thirsty, I went over to
one of the snack machines and got a soda, then walked back into the
room. Eddy was there trying to crack the code. “Can I try?” I asked.
“Sure.” So I sat down and tried to think of anything that I thought
would be a secret password. I was so busy working on a
password that I didn’t notice that my soda was slipping off the spot
that I had placed it on . . .
ZZT, ZZT, ZZT
BOOM!
Now you may be
wondering what all of those goofy sound effects were, well they were
the sounds of my soda pop spilling all over the computer keyboard.
“Now I remember that’s what they did, here we go!” Eddy screamed.
“Gulp, go!?!” I screamed in return. It was really pretty cool the
whole room started to lower into the ground (Well I thought it was
the ground it was more like a giant elevator). It kept on going down
until we got to a tunnel that looked like something out of a James
Bond movie.
We carefully eased our way through the hall until we
got to a room full of new high tech weapons. There in the center was
their latest invention and underneath was a label that read
“Doughmomatic Rifle.” Eddy and I decided that we should take the
good ol’ Doughmomatic instead of anything that was really dangerous.
So it was back up through the elevator and down the hall where we
saw bazooka girl hiding behind a desk. At that moment we decided
that this would be just as good as any time to test our newly
acquired weapon.
POOF “AHHGH!!!!”
Now let me explain right now what all those crazy sound
effects were, well the POOF was the sound of a Doughmomatic Rifle
going off and the “Ahhgh!!!” was the sound of bazooka girl screaming
as a giant blob of dough swallowed her whole. “Bazooka girl!
BAZOOKA GIRL?!?” Yelled the devious little stinkers that had just
come down from the air vent. Then suddenly the dough grew what
looked like arms and grabbed the little monsters. “AHHAUGH!” They
screamed as they were swallowed up to be with bazooka girl.
“Gurgledy gurgle blub.” the dough exclaimed (Which obviously meant
“Needs more salt.” in the language of the blobs). “Wow I didn’t know
it could do that!” Eddy said. “Me neither...Uh oh! I think it’s
hungry” I said. Whatever they did to our already delectable cookies,
they sure made ‘em hungry. “I didn’t really eat seventy-two
chocolate chip cookies at my aunt Winefred’s birthday party, I was
just kidding!” I pleaded for mercy. “Come on.” Eddy said as he
dragged me away. Poof, Poof, Poofity Poof.
We managed to take out a few monsters that were
standing guard in some of the halls, but the real challenge was at
the garage where they stored all of the army stuff. Like tanks,
BOOM!!!
missile
launchers,
BEEP, BEEP, BOOM!!!
and my personal
favorite, grenades,
kaping, woosh, KABAM
“Duck and cover!” Eddy screamed as he did a barrel role across the
floor, barely avoiding a grenade. I on the other hand decided it
would be more fun if I just ran around and screamed
“YAYAYAAAYAAYAYAYAAY!!!” We were trapped and the monsters were
closing in.
Just when all hope was lost we heard the wonderful,
joyful, and oh so beautiful sound of choppers. And the not so great
sound of “This is the police, come out with your hands up!” “RUN!”
screamed the monsters, but Eddy and I were prepared (Well at least
Eddy was). POOF, POOF, POOFITY, POOF “Gurgledy gurgle blub!” Ahh the
familiar sounds of giant blobs of dough eating crazed babies was
simply beautiful. “Ahh it’s huge!!!” the policemen screamed as they
ran away “It’s the ameba that ate New York!!!” But not us, no we
were much too busy staring in terror to join in such nonsense. “Toby
do something!” Eddy yelled over the screaming of policemen. “I
can’t.” I replied. “Why not?” “I’m allergic to death, I break out in
a bad case of deadness every time it happens.” “Then I guess I’ll
have to do something.” Eddy said bravely (Which of course meant more
screaming and running). |
