Harry the Dingo

just then, Harry the Dingo burst in screaming " I want my milk you damn dirty Apes!" fireing his lasers all about the bar.A group of server Swallows squawked loudly in fear and the Sparrow currently working the bar began running out the back and shouting for them to follow him. Glass shards flew everywhere as the members of the ape mob began scrambling to action. One of them managed to bring out his own laser before the others but was no match for the quick aim of Harry and succeeded only in retrieving the weapon from it's holdster before his brain was melted by the hot plasma of harry's gun.A few more deft shoots and three more mobbsters where dropped to the floor. By this time, however, the Apes had thrown over the tables for comfort and recovered each of their lasers, ready to silence this rampent intruder. Harry, finding that he had no cover from this onslaught, and just now seeing the foolishness in rushing into a bar, guns blazing, did the only thing he could do and the last thing his enemies expected. Running with speeds completley unknown to the likes of the Apes, Harry made a mad dash straight towards the open bar and the line of Apes. Though lasers went off from every direction, Harry knew his only escape was to get to the cover of that bar, and fast. With one final leap, Harry flung himself through the outstretching line of lasers, fireing as he did, and landed safely with a gasp of pain on the other side of the bar. Though safe (for the most part) from the lasers of the surrounding Apes, Harry had payed for it with a deep laser wound on his right arm, his good arm, and fallen on some bit of broken glass. As the apes began to move their tables to compensate for their enemies change in position, they also began to keep up a very overwhelming coverfire; milk bottles full of their sweet nectar and bottles filled to the brim with exotic juices and cool-aid powders began shattering and showering Harry. Konowing that with so many Apes shooting at once it would be impossible to retaliate, and that if he stayed here he would surely die, Harry began searching wildly for a way to fight back. The Apes began to hold off slightly on their coverfire as three of their agents began closeing in on the bar. Suddenly, the Apes saw a flash flung high in the air. Immediatly they all began shooting it. Then, before they could descover that they were shooting at a silver milk tap, Harry immerged from his cover holding a tray with a hole shot in it and his discharging laser sticking out of said hole. Within the first few seconds the three apraoching Apes were downed and Harry managed to take down 2 more before they began shooting at Harry's makeshift sheild. Harry barely sqeezed off another shoot before the swarm of lasers tore the tray apart and forced Harry to duck down again. Breathing deeply, Harry prepared to emerge again. The last ploy was quite clever but he wouldn't be able to pull another such trick out of his hat. After that his only choice would be to simple leave it up whatever aim he could manage with his left arm. Harry winced as he felt his arm. It would be useless for a couple good hours. Then Harry noticed the sudden silence of each of the lasers. The had attempted to sneek up the first time which ment they would probably try again, dumb as they are. Readying his laser, Harry came to an alert crouch right under the bar. Suddenly, he popped up and attempted to shoot the lone Ape in front of him, however the Ape was uncharacteristicly fast and immediately grabbed and moved harry's arm out of the way preparing his on laser to end Harry's life. Harry had other plans however and, unbearably painful though it was, used his right arm to grab the nearest peice of glass and jabbed it into the Apes face. Blood spurting everywhere, the Ape gave a bellow and, with terrific strength, more than Harry had seen even in an Ape, threw him across the room and crashing out the window. Feeling sore and beaten everywhere Harry began to pick himself up as screams of pain and shouted orders drifted out to meet the snowing night. " Harry!" came a voice from down the alley. Groggy and light headed, Harry had to concentrate to realize that the voice was not an angry Apes curses and that it was calling him. "Harry come quickly! before they get organized and get you!". Motivated by the newly remember desire not to die, Harry began stumbling towards the voice until he came apon a filthy dumpster that smelled oddly of fish and cinnamon. Harry then dropped through a trap door moments before the Apes emerged from the bar, ready to give chase.

Harry could see nothing but darkness and feel nothing but the rushing of wind and for a moment thought he had finally gone to his final resting place. That though was silenced however when he flew out of the end of a slide; hitting the ground and rolling to come crashing into the opposite wall. An old Wolverine speaking with a thick brogue walks over from an adjacent wall to help Harry up. “Ha! Ah yes I remember my first time go’in down tha slide. Heh it’s not a very easy landing is it? Eh? Hahahaha!”. Confused and sore Harry could do naught but nod and follow the Wolverine as he led him through what looked like piping. “I’d like ta get tha arm o’ yours fixed up, and any other ails, as soon as possibly Harry, but for now we need ta get you familiarized wit the inner work’ins of our base and your new team.” Harry started in confusion “Base? New team? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?” The Wolverine turned around as they came to a set of iron double doors “How do I know yur name? Why we’ve been watching you for quite some time we ‘ave. See, we fight the Apes and all their corrupt’tion and we’ve decided that you’re a perfect addition.” Then with a big heave, the Wolverine opened the Double doors to reveal a large, brilliantly lit amphitheater full of differing races talking and enjoying what looked to be cool glasses of milk. “Harry, Welcome to The Screeching Rabbit”.

Introduction

So that was the story of the fuzzy banana. A thing which poped into my mind while i was on skype and actually prompted me to write a blog. Which i have. So enjoy!
Hopefully i'll be able to keep this up and entertaining though i'm well aware that im not particularly interesting on a day to day basis. Oh well. Maybe inspiration will Strike again!!

the story of the Fuzzy Banana

Once apon a time there lived a fuzzy banana. All the other fruits made fun of him because he was strange and didn't fit in. His only friend in the world was a Peach who was just as fuzzy as he. They would play all day long in the salad bowl together. However one day, a four apples came and murdered the peach. The next day when the body was found the four apples told everyone that they saw the fuzzy banana kill the peach. And so the fuzzy banana was bannished from the refrigirator. As the Banana began wandering, grief-stricken, he came across a raisin of considerable age standing next to a pot of boiling water filled with cooking spagetti ragati. As the fuzzy Banana walked over the raisin said to him " did you know that, uncooked, spagetti is quite weak and easilly broken?" The Banana did indeed know this; he had heard that they were quite delicate. "you know i could have just broken the lot of them, but that would have been to easy. It was much more fun to hear their screams as i boiled them" "But why did you boil them?" asked the fuzzy banana. And the raisin turned to the Banana and told him "because they needed to be punished of course". "yes but /why/ did they need to be punished" asked the banana, curious despite himself. "because they called my mother a whore and raisin dont take no shit from flimsy spagetti!" . And so the fuzzy Banana left that pot with the raisins words buzzing in his head,and so it was that as he passed the cutlery he had made his decision. An hour later the entire refrigerator was flung to the ground, ejecting from it all the fruits that had tormented the fuzzy Banana. And with a crazed look in it's peel, the Banana began chopping and slashing the fruits to bits! A cluster of Grapes ran to his left and he cut it in half crushing and chewing the grapes like a wild thing. A pear, to his right, was impaled apon the knife then used to bash the strawberries to death! Suddenly, a mango rushed him, attempting to stop his evil rampage. However, the brave mango was stopped by a swift smash from a meat tenderizer. Then the fuzzy Banana finished the dazed Mango off by lifting him up and taking a cheese grinder to him. The screams of the hapless mango peirced the night and were matched in volume and horror only by the wicked laughter coming from the fuzzy Banana. They say the Blender and the screams could be heard till dawn. Moral of the story? Don't F*** with Bananas.