Anger Inducing
“Blast that infernal woman!” Thunderfunk had tired of waiting long before Mrs. Henderson had. He was now stalking from door to door, opening them and growling in frustration as he found Mrs. Henderson in front of the door, waiting for him each time. Even the secret entrances were not free from her presence.
Now he was sitting in his secret lair, brooding. He needed to get to Breadbuuter’s house so he could properly confront him. This was no time for delays of meaningless gossip and idle chit chat.
Straw entered the lair and stood behind him for a while. “You know, it would just be easier to talk to her,” he reasoned. “She is not going away. She’s brought enough yarn to knit a tent.”
On the video screens, Thunder watched as Mrs. Henderson continued to knit (or was she crocheting?) something colourful.
“Bah!” said the Superchicken.
“Maybe she will be quick once she talks to you?” Straw was clearly grasping at, well, straws.
“And again I say, ‘Bah’!” said Thunder. But time was running short. “Oh fine,” he groused. “I will meet her at the front door.” With that, he was off like a shot, hoping against hope that he would beat her there. He flung open the door and sighed heavily. “Come in, Mrs. Henderson,” he said angrily.
“Oh, no thank you dear,” said Mrs. Henderson, smiling up at him. “I was just wondering if you had seen Mr Penticton recently? The naughty thing has run off again and he will be late for din-dins.”
“Mrs. Henderson,” began Thunder with exaggerated calm, “I told you that I would destroy your cat with a laser if I found him on my property again, but I lied. I shot him out of a cannon.”
She smiled benignly at him. “That’s wonderful dear. Hello Straw,” she called, peeking around Thunder. “If you see Mr Penticton, could you send him back home?”
“Sure thing Mrs. H,” replied Straw Daq enthusiastically.
“What a dear young lad.” Mrs. Henderson placed a hand on Thunder’s arm for a second and then turned to leave. “Call me if you find him,” she said over her shoulder. And then she was gone.
Thunder stared at her back, crestfallen. He turned to face Straw, who was grinning like an idiot. “If you say one word,” he said to the young pilot, his voice low and devoid of energy, “I will fire you out of the cannon. One. Piece. At. A. Time.” With that, he stalked away to the bathroom. Revenge on Breadbuuter would wait. He needed a soothing bubble bath first.
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