Miss Helpful: Yeah, Doom made a side-effect that if his cane is destroyed, it causes the ones controlled by those chips to go out of control and become murdering toys. Nack: Psycho, haven't you heard what happened if we do it? The ones hypnotized or whatever would turned into maniac monsters! Psycho: How about we destroy the cane and free everyone that way? Miss Helpful: (annoyed) Don't make fun of Texas, got it? Miss Helpful: (yelps) Uh, why should I be nervous? I uh I got nothing to hide and whatnot. Scatterbrain: (notices) Miss Helpful, why are you nervous? Miss Helpful: (rolls eyes) That's your cure for everything! Tickle: Hmmm, how about we tickle those programming chips out? That could work. They can't bury too well and from the looks of the sandbox, it's not THAT deep. Rouge: Isn't he going to be buried, though? Megaman: And don't look depress, duncebucket! You're working with Doom now! He's your officer, remember?ĭelete: I know that, but there's something you should know about-ĭelete looked more worried before looking down.ĭelete: (to himself) Then it's true.Doom got to them too.Īs soon as they went to positions, the group above closed the ceiling panel. Roll: Not now, Guilmon! We got work to do! Up in the crawl space, the toys above watched the general dragged off with Megaman and Roll snatching the sabers. Grievous: What?! No.no.(gets dragged) NOOOOOOOOO!!!įinally, the two were gone through the bathroom door. Megaman: (glares) Bury him.and make sure he stays there permanently!! Oh please! I did not mean to call you jerks. He kicked the dark Jedi, making him yelp before he glared.Īnakin: (to BFB) Take him back to The Box! Grievous: Yes, you are a pathetic excuse of a Jedi so badly, you are too easily corrupted, Mr. Grievous: Don't call me that and besides, Dooku already beat me to it! Plus Skywalker, I hate to say this, but you have grown weak. Grievous: (snaps) Shut up! It doesn't concern you!Īnakin: Oh, whatcha going to do? Cut my hand off, Grievie? Grievous: You're the jerk! If I was a real cyborg, I would cut you into pieces and throw you into the incinerator with the rest of the droids that failed me in the real series!! Megaman: That's for the "brats" remark, jerk. Megaman quickly punched his metallic gut in anger as the cyborg was forced to the wall, dropping the sabers he held while the free toys grabbed on to their friends, then dropped the marbles and went back up to the ceiling. Grievous: You know, I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for you meddling brats! The toys each grabbed a bag of marbles, grasping the clothesline, then jumped. Megaman: We have business to take care of!Īnakin: (frowns) What'd you think you were gonna do? Waltz right outta here? Grievous: Are you blind or just incredibly obnoxious?īack in the classroom, as the free toys ran to the middle of the room behind the six's back, Guilmon, the only one noticing, looked shocked. Grievous: That's "General" Grievous to you, Jedi Scum!Īs Jake continued watching where the toys confronted Grievous, unknown to him, Courage, Shirly, the Girls, and Boys slipped out of their cell.Īnakin: You're turning out to be quite the trouble-maker, aren't ya? With Jake, at the security console, he watched as the six toys cornered the stanced cyborg toy, leaning in to watch.Īnakin: Little late for a stroll, eh, Grievous? Grievous: They may not be real, but that will not mean I can't fight back! He banged on the door quickly, then turned, noticing the six surrounding him with the cyborg taking out his toy sabers. Grievous: (to himself) Time to finish this part of the plan. As Grievous reached the door, he turned back, glancing at the six toys after him. As they left, Snake with Fuzzy and the others, on hanging lights, took out a pipe cleaner, bending it, then snagged the clothing line of kids' paintings. The others ran across the room with BFB toddling after them. The cyborg, noticing them spotting him, jumped off the sill, sprinting to the bathroom door. Just then, they heard struggling before turning, noticing Grievous trying to open the locks. Up on the ceiling, as the roll call continued, the hidden toys watched through the ventilation grate.Īnakin: General Grievous.(concerned) General?Īfter a moment of silence, the Digimon toy banged hard on the cubby.Īt that moment, they noticed what appeared to be a Battle Droid toy, though non-living, clanging to the ground. That night, in the Beedrill Room, a familiar dark Jedi toy in his evening robe looked at the caged cubbys while the Cyberchase II toys watched and BFB stood guard.Īnakin: Okay, roll call: Galactic Guardian.
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