The Narrator: It’s not a hoax. It’s not a dream. In this post, a member of the JLR
dies!
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The Narrator: In front of the Doesntreallyexistian Royal Castle…
Esmarelda: Buttercup! Don’t! [Esmarelda races towards her super-sonic team-mate. Napoleon following close behind.]
Dolly: 4 seconds…
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The Narrator: In the Chantanian Royal Castle…
King Chantawanta: Kill him. Kill that no-good double-crossing animal hurting… bad person!
![[you sunnuva...]](images/icons/mad.gif)
The Narrator: The Chantanian Royal Guards advance menacingly on Ace, with their spears and swords drawn.
Ace: gulp!
![[gulp!]](gulp.gif)
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The Narrator: Elsewhere. In a warehouse...
Wednesday: Press OK to continue, huh? OK then… [and goes to press the OK button on the projection in front of him]
Brit, Midnight & DBP: No Wednesday! Don’t!!
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The Narrator: In a forest somewhere…
Vegi-La: Watch out RM552! That frog that vaporised Ace is after you now!
RM552: What did I do to it? Get it away!
Vegi-La: Are you crazy? That thing’s dangerous. I’m not going anywhere near it!
The Narrator: Just then Cowgirl Jack spots something in the bushes.
CJ: Guys. I think I’ve just found my bag! I might have something that can deal with that frog.
Vegi-La: A really big golf club?
RM552: Frog repellent?
CJ: I don’t think so… But this might help…
The Narrator: Cowgirl Jack opens her bag and…
SHAZAM! Hoppy, The Marvel Bunny hops out of the bag.
Vegi-La & RM552: ![[whaaaa!]](eek01.gif)
RM552: How’d that psychotic bunny get here?
Hoppy, The Marvel Bunny: CJ: Well I thought he was so cute. I kept him in my bag after the Convention Dinner and sort of forgot about him…
![[who, me?]](graemlins/whome01.gif)
Hoppy, The Marvel Bunny: ![[humina humina]](graemlins/love.gif)
Vegi-La: You forgot you had a killer rabbit in your bag!?!
CJ: OK. I thought he’d make a great addition to our animal sidekicks.
RM552: Are you crazy? Last time we met, he nearly killed us!
The Narrator: Hoppy, the Marvel Bunny gets really mad and launches himself at Registered Member #552.
RM552: --------------------------------------------------
The Narrator: Back in front of the Doesntreallyexistian Castle…
TASM: Get down! [The Amazing Spider-Monkey releases a line from two of his three web-shooters, attaching them to the two JLR-ASK Force members. The Monkey uses his enhanced strength to pull back the Chicken and Donkey.]
Dolly: 3 seconds…
The Narrator: Buttercup is now running so fast that no one can discern any colour. The vortex he has created is now a blinding white light. From Buttercup’s perspective, the world around him slows to a crawl.
Esmarelda: Lllllleeeeetttttt mmmmmmeeeeee gggggggoooooo!
TASM: Iiiiiiitttttt’’’’’’’sssss ttttttooooo llllllaaaatttteeee!
Dolly: Tttttttttwwwwwwoooooo sssssseeeeeccccccooooonnnndddddssssss………
The Narrator: Buttercup glances up at the missile. It appears to him that it is floating down like a feather, rather than hurtling to the ground, threatening to destroy the Doesntreallyexistian Castle. The supersonic horse grits his teeth and pours on the speed.
Napoleon: Bbbbbuuuuuttttteeeerrrrrcccccuuuuppppp!!!!!! Dddddddoooooonnnnn'''''''ttttttt ddddddooooooo iiiiiitttttttt!!!!
Dolly: Ooooooonnnnneeeee ssssssseeeeeeccccccoooonnnnnddddddd…
Sue-ee: Everyone down. It’s going to hit!
The Narrator: Nick, the Porcupine and Peter, The Amazing Spider Monkey force Esmarelda and Napoleon to the ground.
The ACDC operatives take what cover they can, as the missile diverts from its course as it is sucked into the vortex created by Buttercup.
A blinding flash of energy scorches the sky. The deafening roar of the missile’s engines is replaced with the beginnings of its detonation.
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
FWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHNick: “Ka-Fwoosh”!?! What the…!?!
The Narrator: The members of JLR ASK-Force and ACDC look at where the missile was about to strike. The Doestnreallyexistian Castle remains intact. Instead, they see a large shallow crater about the diameter of the area Buttercup was running. Plumes of smoke rise from various points of the crater and an intense heat can be felt coming from the area. There is no sign of the missile...
or of Buttercup.
Napolean & Esmarelda: BUTTERCUP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
