An Unexpected Twist...of Lime
Straw sat up suddenly, a thought racing through his mind. He jumped out of bed and ran down the hall, stumbling over the prone body of a bus driver that they had missed. Making a mental note to untie him and release him later, Straw continued down the hall to Thunder’s room. He burst in, tripping over a stool near the door and landing with a crash near Thunderfunk’s bed.
He shook his head and began to rise, slowly laying back down when he saw the massive gun pointed directly at his chest. “It’s just me,” he said nervously.
“Oh, Straw,” said Thunder. He didn’t move the weapon immediately.
Straw peed his pants, just a little.
“Very well, what is it?” asked Thunder crabbily. He reached down and pulled Straw to his feet by his chest hair.
“....ow....” Straw sat on the edge of the bed and blinked the tears of pain from his eyes. “I was wondering where the city got the money to pay for the mayor? They don’t have any extra in the budget, do they?”
Thunder shook his head. “The city’s coffers are currently very dry.”
“Exactly. That means they had to get outside help for the money. And who would have wanted to see your plan foiled the most?”
Thunder pondered for a moment, and then his eyes widened. “Breadbuuter,” he breathed. And then “BRRREEEAAAADDDDDD-BBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUU-UUUUUUUUUU-TTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
Straw looked at his boss. He had never seen him so angry. He turned to go, and peed his pants even more when he saw the sock puppet hanging from the doorknob.
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