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All of Your Toys
Chapter 5
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!!" screeched Axem Pink. She had just awakened to find herself tightly bound with thin green ropes and hovering 100 meters above the ground. "AAAAHH!!" she screamed again.
Axem Green was hovering next to her. "Stop screaming!" he implored desperately.
"But we're HOVERING!! And TIED UP!!! AAAAAHH!!!!"
Green chewed his tongue. "We're tied up, but not hovering. The ropes are tied to a flying thing."
Pink looked up and saw that the rope was indeed attached to something. She was momentarily calmed-- that is, until she saw what the rope was attached to. It was a Soopa Paratroopa. A very very large one. "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Pink screamed.
A black furry head poked itself over the massive troopa's shell. "I say, please stop screaming that way. I don't find it at all pleasant."
"ME stop screaming! Me STOP screaming! Me stop SCREAMING! But I'm TIED TO A SOOPA PARATROOPA!!"
"Well, look at me," the kitten replied bad-temperedly. "I'm not, and I'm STILL not screaming."
This somehow did not seem to make sense. Pink pondered it.
On the other side of Green, Black spoke up. "I KNEW this recording contract was a BAD idea. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it."
"You did not," Yellow contradicted. "You enjoyed all that recording, didn't you? While the rest of us were stuck in the suite."
"ENJOYED it??" Black was very incredulous. "Enjoyed it? Hello, I was in the chuffing studio until 4 a.m. every night trying to crank out good cuts! Maybe next time they should let you do all that, huh??"
"SHADDUP!" Red was not feeling very apologetic. "I had to be there the whole time and I didn't get to do anything except bang on the stupid piano."
"Stupid piano??" the cat looked hurt. "The piano isn't stupid. It's lovely."
"HEY! Quiet, all of ya!" A helmeted turtle jabbed at the Axems with a spear.
"Excuse me, kind sir, but where are we going to?" The kitten smiled sweetly.
"I don't know if you're authorised to that kind of information," the turtle scratched its head. "What's your name? I'll go ask my boss and see if you're in the files."
"Mary Mary."
"Mary?"
"No, Mary Mary."
The turtle wandered off to ask his boss. A few minutes later he came back. "You're going to Bowser's Keep to stand trial."
"Oh, really?" the kitten grinned. "Isn't that nice."
"Uhhh...." the turtle scratched its head.
Thirty minutes later, the Soopa Paratroopa came to a halt a few meters above Bowser's front yard. It shook the Axem's ropes loose and turned upside down, dumping all five Rangers plus the kitten on the ground in a disheveled heap. Then a small group of Goombas lifted them up and bore them through hall after hall of Bowser's massive house, finally dumping them at the heap of King Bowser Koopa himself.
"Ha! Back from the top, I see?" he sneered.
"Errr..." Red's voice was muffled, as he was underneath all four of his comrades and the kitten.
The cat jumped off the top of the pile and bowed gracefully before Bowser. "A thousand apologies, O great one. My cohorts were enjoying a wave of success. They meant nothing personal by it. Would you like a recording contract?"
Bowser frowned. "Lock 'em up."
"You'll get all the royalties! Promise! And you can pick your own songs!" the kitten's offers faded into silence as the Goombas carried them all back through the halls and to the dungeon.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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