Thunderfunk the Superchicken - Chapter 36

He Might Miss His Transfer

Straw yawned, stopping midway to rub his aching head. He smacked his lips a few times, trying to get the mothballs out of his mouth. Slowly he swung his feet around and sat on the edge of his bed, wondering how he ended up there. His last memory was of downing an entire bottle of alcohol. Thunder must have carried him to his room to sleep off the booze. Now he was awake and sore. Carefully shielding his eyes from the evil of 60 watt light bulbs, Straw stumbled out of his room and headed for the kitchen to grab a large glass of water and some aspirin. He nodded distractedly at the man in the hall.

Taking the largest glass he could find, he filled it with water and downed it immediately and then refilled it. Stepping over a prone body he went to the cupboard where they kept the aspirin. Pouring a few into his hand he put them in his mouth one at a time and swallowed each with a large swig of water, making a face in between each pill, wondering if he would ever get over his aversion to swallowing them.

Heading to the fridge, he rummaged through, looking for something fresh and sweet to munch on, settling on an apple. Straightening up, he turned around slowly, shutting the fridge door with his foot. Taking a large bite, he chewed thoughtfully, wondering idly why anyone would want to sit in the kitchen while tied up. He headed out of the room, planning to lay down for a nap.

All thoughts of sleep left him when he realised what he had seen. Sticking his head back into the kitchen, he saw with increasing horror that there were six unhappy looking men in the room, each held immobile by ropes and various restraints. They were all gagged and unable to speak, though a few had made frantic noises as best they could under the circumstances. With a sinking feeling, Straw wandered around the house, finding various men and women in mixed states of consciousness strewn around the house like an upturned box of lego.

Heading down to the secret lair, Straw found it hard to get past all of the bodies on the stairs. Finally reaching the large room, he looked with dismay at all of the people there. Just then Thunderfunk came in carrying a women over his shoulder. Dropping her none to gently to the ground, he greeted his ward with a serious nod and turned to leave.

“Thunder, what in the world is going on?!” cried out Straw in dismay.

Pausing, Thunderfunk the Superchicken looked over his shoulder. “Why, the plan, of course.” He stepped out of the room, and then poked his head back inside. “I’d stay out of the bathroom, by the way. There are more bus drivers in this city than I thought.” And with that he was gone.

Straw didn’t move for a long time, ignoring the pleading looks from the few drivers who were awake. With a heavy sigh, he turned and headed back for bed. This was too much to handle with a hangover.