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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2020 3:16:23 GMT
Lord knew he needed this TLC.
Between the baby coming and the giant bird problem Timon had done nothing but stress lately. His stomach was in knots, his head pounding, lord could be not get two minutes of rest? He guessed the answer was no, it always had been ever since that furball came into his life.
Slurping a worm with a “ah”, he patted his stomach and rested against a tree lazily.
Maybe if he could actually get a spare moment he’d be able to relax. But maybe not, maybe more things would come falling out of the sky! Aye carumba, he was not ready for that at all. “Just think happy thoughts Timon,” he muttered to himself. “Nothing can ruin this day.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 3:03:05 GMT
Jace was stuck in the jungle, the plane crashing down somewhere near an Oasis of sorts. He was not ready for this day to go like this. So, with a rifle on his back, a side arm on his side and a grizzly expression on his face, Jace trekked through the wilderness on his own.
He dared not shout aloud to try and find the expedition he was supposed to be with, but kept his cool and kept his eyes down the iron sights as he moved slowly through the foliage.
He heard something like... murmuring, and he wondered if it might be one of the explorers, so he moved faster in time to burst out and see...
"What the hell?" Jace blinked down at the tiny weasel. At least, he thought that's what that thing was. He hoped it wasn't rabid, as he pointed his gun at it, smirking lightly. "Looks like I found lunch." He cocked the receiver, ready to fire off a shot.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 4:24:44 GMT
Timon was aware of the sound of the hammer going down.
Now Timon had of course never heard one before. But whatever that thing was didn’t sound good at all. Well damn, yet again he just couldn’t get any rest or relaxation anywhere could he? “Hey! Who the heck is there!? Pumbaa is that you? I was lookin’ for alone time ya big mook.” He shouted. Having yet to turn to get a look at his visitor.
When the meerkat had finally done so - he nearly jumped back, startled. But Timon wasn’t easily frightened either. So after gathering himself, he squinted his eyes, stepped up and inspected the thing. “What the heck are you supposed to be?” He asked. “Some new species of baboon?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 15:25:41 GMT
Jace felt his mouth drop open. Hold on, did he just hear right? Was that... was that thing talking? No, that would be ridiculous. He must have imagined it. He let out a short chuckle, thinking himself gone mad, as he focused back on the animal before him.
"I'm not crazy. Weasals can't talk." He said aloud, his southern accent strong as he stepped toward the tall small creature, bending his head over the gun as he watched it, as if maybe he could see its lips moving if it really did speak. "Ain't never seen a gun before rodent? I could shoots you right here." He didn't lower the gun as the small mammal stared up at him, as if, as if offended? No, he was definitely seeing things.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 21:19:40 GMT
Weasel? WEASEL? Who was he calling a Weasel?
Timon rolled up his figurative sleeves as he stared the human down. Of course, he didn’t know it was a human. He was still convinced he was this idiot new baboon. And how dare a baboon talk to him that way! Why he oughtta... “Listen here you mook!”
He stopped up very close now, pissed more than he was before. “I am a MEERKAT. So I don’t know who you think you are - Mr. High and Mighty baboon,” he didn’t show any fear at whatever the heck this gun thing was. Why should he be afraid. “So before you go around insulting the wildlife. I’ll have you know I pal around with a warthog that’ll happily shove its horns right up your tail!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 22:55:34 GMT
Holy crap, that thing was actually having words come outta its' mouth! How was that possible? Was it a real animal? Could it be a talking toy? It was sure realistic though. Welp, like most wise southern men with a gun, Captain Dixon thought of the only thing he could rightly do in that moment and put this thing outta its' misery.
"I ain't no baboon. You never seen a human being before fluff?" He didn't want to really kill it, so he shot a round at its' feet, expecting it to get wise and run off if it knew what was good for him. It felt good to shoot at something again.
"Run weasel, run!" He barked, laughing mightily as he followed it with his barrel.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2021 3:34:15 GMT
A human being? Or was it bean?
What the heck was this crazy baboon on about? Timon was greatly confused at this point. He’d seen a lot of crazy monkeys in his day. But the meerkat had to say this one took the prize for by far the strangest. “Human bean? Seems like a really weird way of saying “hairless chimpanzee.”
That’s when the man took the shot.
What the heck!? Had this piece of crap shot at him!? Well he couldn’t really think that way not knowing what a gun was... But he did let out a loud shriek of terror. Now he was just being rude! “Ohhh so you think you can threaten me, eh?” He loudly shouted. “Frank!”
Of course, Frank may have been a rather large, imposing hippo. But he wasn’t the violent type - that said, this jerk wouldn’t know that. So Timon would have his fun as it started toward the two of them. “Hey Frank, I found you dinner.” He said as seriously as he could.
Frank opening his jaws to show the large human crushing teeth probably didn’t help either.
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