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If I am attending a Halloween party, I typically bust out the Time Wrap dance.
The Travolta.
Below the hill, you can see me, camouflaged within the dense tree foliage, peering through my binoculars.
I take the walkie from my flack jacket and radio JayC back at HQ. “This is hatchling, reporting from the perch, are you able to copy me Black Sparrow?”
Over at HQ, Jayc takes a momentary pause from examining the map layout of the hill, to answer back. “This is Black Sparrow, reporting from the Nest, I copy you Black Sparrow. What do you see over there?”
“Give me one second Black Sparrow…I'm trying to make out the inhabitants.” I answer, back. Using my binoculars, I zoom in closer, hoping to get a clear image of the occupants at the hill.
“Wait…I see Maron…and….” I stop short of completing my sentence. Fear has suddenly gotten a hold of me, it's tight grip suffocating my throat prohibiting me from communicating with Jay.
“Hatchling, I didn't copy that. What do you see?!” Jay cries.
“Mother of God…it's worse then what we imagined.” I finally reply. The fuzzy ears. The little button noses. The shimmering cute eyes. “She has a kitten platoon Black Sparrow.” I conclude.
Jay, falls back on his chair, grim faced upon hearing of Maron's deadly kitten Platoon. “That crazy woman……” There is a long pause of speech between the both of us, as we let the situation fully sink into us. Calmly, Jayc takes a cigar and lights it. He deliberates for a bit, before finally calling me back. “Alright, I have a plan Hatchling.”
“Sparrow, there isn't a single plan that can thwart kittens! Do you not know how cute and fluffy they are?! Whatever plan you have is likely suicide!” I respond back, slightly garbled in static.
“Calm down Hatchling….there is a way to defeat a kitten platoon.” he says, trying to settle down my nerves. “Impossible. Only God himself could defeat this army!” I shout.
“No…..in order to beat a kitten army…we must fight back with…” he stops short, displaying a smirk.
“Fight back with what?!” I ask, pressing him to continue. Jay, takes a long inhale of his cigar, before letting it stream out from his nose. “We unleash a puppy army.”
The notion hadn't even crossed my mind. “Of course! Pure genius Black Sparrow! “
“Come back to the Nest, hatchling, so we may prepare…our move.” Jay says. I began my descension downwards from the tree, and return back to HQ.
Hours pass..all seems well atop the hill. Maron surveys her territory..vigilant and paranoid over potential trespassers within her domain.
Far bellow the hill, I prepare to unleash our puppy army. “Is everything ready, hatchling?” asks, Jay through my walkie. I retrieve it, and reply “That's a roger Black Sparrow..just say the word.”
Jay takes in a deep breath before finally uttering out the go code “Who let the dogs out?”
With that, I open the cages and unleash the puppy army. What follows…is a gruesome sight that only the most hardened of human beings could withstand. Furry paws and tails tangling together in a struggle for survival. I tried my best to steel my stomach for this…but I am unable to cope with the cute whiskers and playful tongue licks from the puppies. I vomit on the spot.
Over the radio, JayC hears the carnage…a barrage of puppy woofs and kitten meows providing a haunting silhouette of carnage that shatters his heart. He drops his walkie on the floor and nearly weeps “God forgive us.”
After a prolonged chaotic battle, the puppies come out victorious…we collect the survivors and clamber up the hill. Maron retrieves what little remains of her kitten army and flees to the safety of the forest. I seem traumatized…distraught and weakened from this whole ordeal.
“We took the hill, Hatchling.” Jay says, somberly. I look over to him, before looking over the blood soaked battle field. “Yes we did Black Sparrow…but at what cost..?”
Our Hill.
Happy B-day Mari!
Hope I am not too late. May you have a fun filled day.I was looking all over the place for more pictures of milk ladies Marty!
@ Blue
Go for it. All girls with ink look sexy.
^ I guess some people from Boston can be OK. :
*snaps fingers*
You see, I would Zoe but I can't see what you want me to teach you! Image doesn't work. :
Wash your hands before eating.
Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting!
