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“Grix! Hurry, they’ll see us!”
“Okay, Rasta, I’ll just keep them off our trail.”
Grix puts his hand in his pocket and gets out a grenade bearing the label ‘Do not use: We don’t cover life insurance.’ Ignoring this, Grix pulls out the pin and hurls it at the enemy.
“Oh, shi…”
Half the building explodes, luckily Rasta and Grix got out of the way just in time.
“Well done Grix, now we’ll have an even more powerful force to deal with, lawyers!”
“Shut up Rasta, just hurry up, Mario’s stuck in there and we’ve got to get him!”
“Just because Yoshi was on holiday…” RBS murmured.
The clatter of footsteps get louder and louder as guards try to track down Rasta and Grix (All duo superhero names have been copyrighted). Footsteps come from both sides and there’s nowhere to go.
“Grix, look upwards, throw me up into that wooden opening and then you can grab onto my hands and I’ll pull you up. Okay?”
“Alright, just don’t blame me if I hurt you!”
Suddenly, Grix grabs Rasta by the head, swings him round then hurls him up into opening, which *luckily* leads to a ventilation shaft. After throwing Rasta up, Grix simply jumps up and gives Rasta a slap on the face.
“What was that for??”
“For not finding out if I could jump up or not!”
The two set off down the ventilation shaft, looking through every opening, for any sign of a prison. After hours of looking, they found a room that could be useful.
“It’s the big bad guys room, Rasta!”
“Well, errr, shall we kill him?”
“Ho, ho. I think he’s already dead Rasta, he’s wearing a pink wig. But, yes, we will.”
Grix gets out another one of his grenades out and gets ready to throw it.
“Oh no you don’t! You’ve done that before and nearly killed us all, just go down there and kill him.”
“Can you hear that, Rasta? Oh shi… AHHH!”
Just then the whole shaft collapsed and Rasta and Grix (I wanted the gruesome twosome but it had been copyrighted!) fall to the ground. The big evil guy jumps from his seat and says something that no one can understand. Then he said something more understandable.
“Put them in the place where naughty people go!”
Okay, admittedly, he wasn’t as scary as people may think, in fact, he’s quite a girl (no offence to girls), but no, Edgy wasn’t the toughest of sorts, no one knows why he locked up Mario, maybe because he was bored, but who knows? Only him for sure.
While the guards escorted Grix and Rasta to the prison cells, each of them tried to punch the guards, but whenever this happened, the guards would slap them in the face and tell them to “Shut up.” When they arrived at their desired cell, they were thrown in and told not to escape.
Grix and Rasta started to look across to the cell next to them, it was Mario! They had found the funny looking plumber. Suddenly, a bearded man appeared from the shadows.
“St…St…Stryke?”
“No, Stryke isn’t the only one with a beard you know! I am known as Fog. I know this place like the back of my hand. Well, pretty well. If you want to escape I can assist.”
“But he just told us not to escape…”
“Shut up Rasta, yes we want to know how to escape, but we must bring Mario, that’s why we came!”
“Okay then, you want Mario, this task is hard, but I believe you will succeed. Walk over to the corner of your cell. Then turn to your right and open the door…”
“Errr, okay, I thought it was going to be hard? Ah well.”
Grix and Rasta walk over to the door and slowly it. Mario says “Let’s-a-go!” and runs into the cell that Rasta, Grix and Fog were in.
“Thank you so much-a for-to saving ma life!”
“You’re welcome, because we are, Grix and Rasta! Damn, it doesn’t sound very good, are you sure all the names are copyrighted?”
“Yes, Rasta, we’ve checked EVERY name.”
“Right, Fog, how do we escape?”
“Well first all you must give me money or the magic will not work. 50 quid will do…”
“Okay, here’s £25, Rasta, give Fog your £25.”
“Erm, I’m a bit broke…”
“Okay then, I’ll pay! Here’s another £25, this better be good!”
“It is, now that the magic is working, turn around and walk out of the door.”
Grix and Rasta both make their way out of the door just to find that they’re trapped in a metal cage, it looks like there’s no way out.
“I know, stat digging, Grix, we’ll tunnel out!”
The three start to tunnel their way out of the cage, the mud is soft so they manage to make a pretty big tunnel, high enough to sit in. Once they’d tunnelled enough, Grix sat down, a shiver shot up his spine as he sat in a puddle, he started to drift off. Suddenly his arm became very hot he was grinning wildly, then when he opened his eyes, he found his jumper was yellow and Rasta had done something on his arm.
“There was nowhere else to go! Show me where else there is to go?”
“Over there!” Grix points to a hole in the tunnel saying ‘Toilet’ on it.
“Okay, so maybe I was wrong…”
After this ordeal, Rasta dozes of, just like Grix did. Suddenly his leg gets very warm. Rasta began to grin, until he opened his eyes. He saw a big brown heap on his legs, Grix and Mario laughing wildly. It seems Grix ‘Dropped the kids off at the swimming pool’, but sadly for Rasta, the swimming pool was his leg.
After a bit of a clean up, the three set off again, trying to escape the huge cage. Frantically digging away at the soil to make the tunnel bigger and bigger. Soon enough they decided it was time to tunnel upwards, this was the most dangerous part, the soil could pull them down and kill them. Luckily they got through it okay and unearthed on their doorstep. They brought Mario into the house.
“Okay, Mario, we’ll send you off to Miyamoto first in the morning. Okay?”
“That’s-a good.”
Suddenly MJ runs into the house.
“He’s an intruder!”
He picks up Mario and starts to strangle him.
“Oh, wrong house, sorry…”
Mario climbs up from the floor, coughing.
“Let’s-a go now!”
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
“Okay, Rasta, I’ll just keep them off our trail.”
Grix puts his hand in his pocket and gets out a grenade bearing the label ‘Do not use: We don’t cover life insurance.’ Ignoring this, Grix pulls out the pin and hurls it at the enemy.
“Oh, shi…”
Half the building explodes, luckily Rasta and Grix got out of the way just in time.
“Well done Grix, now we’ll have an even more powerful force to deal with, lawyers!”
“Shut up Rasta, just hurry up, Mario’s stuck in there and we’ve got to get him!”
“Just because Yoshi was on holiday…” RBS murmured.
The clatter of footsteps get louder and louder as guards try to track down Rasta and Grix (All duo superhero names have been copyrighted). Footsteps come from both sides and there’s nowhere to go.
“Grix, look upwards, throw me up into that wooden opening and then you can grab onto my hands and I’ll pull you up. Okay?”
“Alright, just don’t blame me if I hurt you!”
Suddenly, Grix grabs Rasta by the head, swings him round then hurls him up into opening, which *luckily* leads to a ventilation shaft. After throwing Rasta up, Grix simply jumps up and gives Rasta a slap on the face.
“What was that for??”
“For not finding out if I could jump up or not!”
The two set off down the ventilation shaft, looking through every opening, for any sign of a prison. After hours of looking, they found a room that could be useful.
“It’s the big bad guys room, Rasta!”
“Well, errr, shall we kill him?”
“Ho, ho. I think he’s already dead Rasta, he’s wearing a pink wig. But, yes, we will.”
Grix gets out another one of his grenades out and gets ready to throw it.
“Oh no you don’t! You’ve done that before and nearly killed us all, just go down there and kill him.”
“Can you hear that, Rasta? Oh shi… AHHH!”
Just then the whole shaft collapsed and Rasta and Grix (I wanted the gruesome twosome but it had been copyrighted!) fall to the ground. The big evil guy jumps from his seat and says something that no one can understand. Then he said something more understandable.
“Put them in the place where naughty people go!”
Okay, admittedly, he wasn’t as scary as people may think, in fact, he’s quite a girl (no offence to girls), but no, Edgy wasn’t the toughest of sorts, no one knows why he locked up Mario, maybe because he was bored, but who knows? Only him for sure.
While the guards escorted Grix and Rasta to the prison cells, each of them tried to punch the guards, but whenever this happened, the guards would slap them in the face and tell them to “Shut up.” When they arrived at their desired cell, they were thrown in and told not to escape.
Grix and Rasta started to look across to the cell next to them, it was Mario! They had found the funny looking plumber. Suddenly, a bearded man appeared from the shadows.
“St…St…Stryke?”
“No, Stryke isn’t the only one with a beard you know! I am known as Fog. I know this place like the back of my hand. Well, pretty well. If you want to escape I can assist.”
“But he just told us not to escape…”
“Shut up Rasta, yes we want to know how to escape, but we must bring Mario, that’s why we came!”
“Okay then, you want Mario, this task is hard, but I believe you will succeed. Walk over to the corner of your cell. Then turn to your right and open the door…”
“Errr, okay, I thought it was going to be hard? Ah well.”
Grix and Rasta walk over to the door and slowly it. Mario says “Let’s-a-go!” and runs into the cell that Rasta, Grix and Fog were in.
“Thank you so much-a for-to saving ma life!”
“You’re welcome, because we are, Grix and Rasta! Damn, it doesn’t sound very good, are you sure all the names are copyrighted?”
“Yes, Rasta, we’ve checked EVERY name.”
“Right, Fog, how do we escape?”
“Well first all you must give me money or the magic will not work. 50 quid will do…”
“Okay, here’s £25, Rasta, give Fog your £25.”
“Erm, I’m a bit broke…”
“Okay then, I’ll pay! Here’s another £25, this better be good!”
“It is, now that the magic is working, turn around and walk out of the door.”
Grix and Rasta both make their way out of the door just to find that they’re trapped in a metal cage, it looks like there’s no way out.
“I know, stat digging, Grix, we’ll tunnel out!”
The three start to tunnel their way out of the cage, the mud is soft so they manage to make a pretty big tunnel, high enough to sit in. Once they’d tunnelled enough, Grix sat down, a shiver shot up his spine as he sat in a puddle, he started to drift off. Suddenly his arm became very hot he was grinning wildly, then when he opened his eyes, he found his jumper was yellow and Rasta had done something on his arm.
“There was nowhere else to go! Show me where else there is to go?”
“Over there!” Grix points to a hole in the tunnel saying ‘Toilet’ on it.
“Okay, so maybe I was wrong…”
After this ordeal, Rasta dozes of, just like Grix did. Suddenly his leg gets very warm. Rasta began to grin, until he opened his eyes. He saw a big brown heap on his legs, Grix and Mario laughing wildly. It seems Grix ‘Dropped the kids off at the swimming pool’, but sadly for Rasta, the swimming pool was his leg.
After a bit of a clean up, the three set off again, trying to escape the huge cage. Frantically digging away at the soil to make the tunnel bigger and bigger. Soon enough they decided it was time to tunnel upwards, this was the most dangerous part, the soil could pull them down and kill them. Luckily they got through it okay and unearthed on their doorstep. They brought Mario into the house.
“Okay, Mario, we’ll send you off to Miyamoto first in the morning. Okay?”
“That’s-a good.”
Suddenly MJ runs into the house.
“He’s an intruder!”
He picks up Mario and starts to strangle him.
“Oh, wrong house, sorry…”
Mario climbs up from the floor, coughing.
“Let’s-a go now!”
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
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“Grix! Hurry, they’ll see us!”
“Okay, Rasta, I’ll just keep them off our trail.”
Grix puts his hand in his pocket and gets out a grenade bearing the label ‘Do not use: We don’t cover life insurance.’ Ignoring this, Grix pulls out the pin and hurls it at the enemy.
“Oh, shi…”
Half the building explodes, luckily Rasta and Grix got out of the way just in time.
“Well done Grix, now we’ll have an even more powerful force to deal with, lawyers!”
“Shut up Rasta, just hurry up, Mario’s stuck in there and we’ve got to get him!”
“Just because Yoshi was on holiday…” RBS murmured.
The clatter of footsteps get louder and louder as guards try to track down Rasta and Grix (All duo superhero names have been copyrighted). Footsteps come from both sides and there’s nowhere to go.
“Grix, look upwards, throw me up into that wooden opening and then you can grab onto my hands and I’ll pull you up. Okay?”
“Alright, just don’t blame me if I hurt you!”
Suddenly, Grix grabs Rasta by the head, swings him round then hurls him up into opening, which *luckily* leads to a ventilation shaft. After throwing Rasta up, Grix simply jumps up and gives Rasta a slap on the face.
“What was that for??”
“For not finding out if I could jump up or not!”
The two set off down the ventilation shaft, looking through every opening, for any sign of a prison. After hours of looking, they found a room that could be useful.
“It’s the big bad guys room, Rasta!”
“Well, errr, shall we kill him?”
“Ho, ho. I think he’s already dead Rasta, he’s wearing a pink wig. But, yes, we will.”
Grix gets out another one of his grenades out and gets ready to throw it.
“Oh no you don’t! You’ve done that before and nearly killed us all, just go down there and kill him.”
“Can you hear that, Rasta? Oh shi… AHHH!”
Just then the whole shaft collapsed and Rasta and Grix (I wanted the gruesome twosome but it had been copyrighted!) fall to the ground. The big evil guy jumps from his seat and says something that no one can understand. Then he said something more understandable.
“Put them in the place where naughty people go!”
Okay, admittedly, he wasn’t as scary as people may think, in fact, he’s quite a girl (no offence to girls), but no, Edgy wasn’t the toughest of sorts, no one knows why he locked up Mario, maybe because he was bored, but who knows? Only him for sure.
While the guards escorted Grix and Rasta to the prison cells, each of them tried to punch the guards, but whenever this happened, the guards would slap them in the face and tell them to “Shut up.” When they arrived at their desired cell, they were thrown in and told not to escape.
Grix and Rasta started to look across to the cell next to them, it was Mario! They had found the funny looking plumber. Suddenly, a bearded man appeared from the shadows.
“St…St…Stryke?”
“No, Stryke isn’t the only one with a beard you know! I am known as Fog. I know this place like the back of my hand. Well, pretty well. If you want to escape I can assist.”
“But he just told us not to escape…”
“Shut up Rasta, yes we want to know how to escape, but we must bring Mario, that’s why we came!”
“Okay then, you want Mario, this task is hard, but I believe you will succeed. Walk over to the corner of your cell. Then turn to your right and open the door…”
“Errr, okay, I thought it was going to be hard? Ah well.”
Grix and Rasta walk over to the door and slowly it. Mario says “Let’s-a-go!” and runs into the cell that Rasta, Grix and Fog were in.
“Thank you so much-a for-to saving ma life!”
“You’re welcome, because we are, Grix and Rasta! Damn, it doesn’t sound very good, are you sure all the names are copyrighted?”
“Yes, Rasta, we’ve checked EVERY name.”
“Right, Fog, how do we escape?”
“Well first all you must give me money or the magic will not work. 50 quid will do…”
“Okay, here’s £25, Rasta, give Fog your £25.”
“Erm, I’m a bit broke…”
“Okay then, I’ll pay! Here’s another £25, this better be good!”
“It is, now that the magic is working, turn around and walk out of the door.”
Grix and Rasta both make their way out of the door just to find that they’re trapped in a metal cage, it looks like there’s no way out.
“I know, stat digging, Grix, we’ll tunnel out!”
The three start to tunnel their way out of the cage, the mud is soft so they manage to make a pretty big tunnel, high enough to sit in. Once they’d tunnelled enough, Grix sat down, a shiver shot up his spine as he sat in a puddle, he started to drift off. Suddenly his arm became very hot he was grinning wildly, then when he opened his eyes, he found his jumper was yellow and Rasta had done something on his arm.
“There was nowhere else to go! Show me where else there is to go?”
“Over there!” Grix points to a hole in the tunnel saying ‘Toilet’ on it.
“Okay, so maybe I was wrong…”
After this ordeal, Rasta dozes of, just like Grix did. Suddenly his leg gets very warm. Rasta began to grin, until he opened his eyes. He saw a big brown heap on his legs, Grix and Mario laughing wildly. It seems Grix ‘Dropped the kids off at the swimming pool’, but sadly for Rasta, the swimming pool was his leg.
After a bit of a clean up, the three set off again, trying to escape the huge cage. Frantically digging away at the soil to make the tunnel bigger and bigger. Soon enough they decided it was time to tunnel upwards, this was the most dangerous part, the soil could pull them down and kill them. Luckily they got through it okay and unearthed on their doorstep. They brought Mario into the house.
“Okay, Mario, we’ll send you off to Miyamoto first in the morning. Okay?”
“That’s-a good.”
Suddenly MJ runs into the house.
“He’s an intruder!”
He picks up Mario and starts to strangle him.
“Oh, wrong house, sorry…”
Mario climbs up from the floor, coughing.
“Let’s-a go now!”
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
“Okay, Rasta, I’ll just keep them off our trail.”
Grix puts his hand in his pocket and gets out a grenade bearing the label ‘Do not use: We don’t cover life insurance.’ Ignoring this, Grix pulls out the pin and hurls it at the enemy.
“Oh, shi…”
Half the building explodes, luckily Rasta and Grix got out of the way just in time.
“Well done Grix, now we’ll have an even more powerful force to deal with, lawyers!”
“Shut up Rasta, just hurry up, Mario’s stuck in there and we’ve got to get him!”
“Just because Yoshi was on holiday…” RBS murmured.
The clatter of footsteps get louder and louder as guards try to track down Rasta and Grix (All duo superhero names have been copyrighted). Footsteps come from both sides and there’s nowhere to go.
“Grix, look upwards, throw me up into that wooden opening and then you can grab onto my hands and I’ll pull you up. Okay?”
“Alright, just don’t blame me if I hurt you!”
Suddenly, Grix grabs Rasta by the head, swings him round then hurls him up into opening, which *luckily* leads to a ventilation shaft. After throwing Rasta up, Grix simply jumps up and gives Rasta a slap on the face.
“What was that for??”
“For not finding out if I could jump up or not!”
The two set off down the ventilation shaft, looking through every opening, for any sign of a prison. After hours of looking, they found a room that could be useful.
“It’s the big bad guys room, Rasta!”
“Well, errr, shall we kill him?”
“Ho, ho. I think he’s already dead Rasta, he’s wearing a pink wig. But, yes, we will.”
Grix gets out another one of his grenades out and gets ready to throw it.
“Oh no you don’t! You’ve done that before and nearly killed us all, just go down there and kill him.”
“Can you hear that, Rasta? Oh shi… AHHH!”
Just then the whole shaft collapsed and Rasta and Grix (I wanted the gruesome twosome but it had been copyrighted!) fall to the ground. The big evil guy jumps from his seat and says something that no one can understand. Then he said something more understandable.
“Put them in the place where naughty people go!”
Okay, admittedly, he wasn’t as scary as people may think, in fact, he’s quite a girl (no offence to girls), but no, Edgy wasn’t the toughest of sorts, no one knows why he locked up Mario, maybe because he was bored, but who knows? Only him for sure.
While the guards escorted Grix and Rasta to the prison cells, each of them tried to punch the guards, but whenever this happened, the guards would slap them in the face and tell them to “Shut up.” When they arrived at their desired cell, they were thrown in and told not to escape.
Grix and Rasta started to look across to the cell next to them, it was Mario! They had found the funny looking plumber. Suddenly, a bearded man appeared from the shadows.
“St…St…Stryke?”
“No, Stryke isn’t the only one with a beard you know! I am known as Fog. I know this place like the back of my hand. Well, pretty well. If you want to escape I can assist.”
“But he just told us not to escape…”
“Shut up Rasta, yes we want to know how to escape, but we must bring Mario, that’s why we came!”
“Okay then, you want Mario, this task is hard, but I believe you will succeed. Walk over to the corner of your cell. Then turn to your right and open the door…”
“Errr, okay, I thought it was going to be hard? Ah well.”
Grix and Rasta walk over to the door and slowly it. Mario says “Let’s-a-go!” and runs into the cell that Rasta, Grix and Fog were in.
“Thank you so much-a for-to saving ma life!”
“You’re welcome, because we are, Grix and Rasta! Damn, it doesn’t sound very good, are you sure all the names are copyrighted?”
“Yes, Rasta, we’ve checked EVERY name.”
“Right, Fog, how do we escape?”
“Well first all you must give me money or the magic will not work. 50 quid will do…”
“Okay, here’s £25, Rasta, give Fog your £25.”
“Erm, I’m a bit broke…”
“Okay then, I’ll pay! Here’s another £25, this better be good!”
“It is, now that the magic is working, turn around and walk out of the door.”
Grix and Rasta both make their way out of the door just to find that they’re trapped in a metal cage, it looks like there’s no way out.
“I know, stat digging, Grix, we’ll tunnel out!”
The three start to tunnel their way out of the cage, the mud is soft so they manage to make a pretty big tunnel, high enough to sit in. Once they’d tunnelled enough, Grix sat down, a shiver shot up his spine as he sat in a puddle, he started to drift off. Suddenly his arm became very hot he was grinning wildly, then when he opened his eyes, he found his jumper was yellow and Rasta had done something on his arm.
“There was nowhere else to go! Show me where else there is to go?”
“Over there!” Grix points to a hole in the tunnel saying ‘Toilet’ on it.
“Okay, so maybe I was wrong…”
After this ordeal, Rasta dozes of, just like Grix did. Suddenly his leg gets very warm. Rasta began to grin, until he opened his eyes. He saw a big brown heap on his legs, Grix and Mario laughing wildly. It seems Grix ‘Dropped the kids off at the swimming pool’, but sadly for Rasta, the swimming pool was his leg.
After a bit of a clean up, the three set off again, trying to escape the huge cage. Frantically digging away at the soil to make the tunnel bigger and bigger. Soon enough they decided it was time to tunnel upwards, this was the most dangerous part, the soil could pull them down and kill them. Luckily they got through it okay and unearthed on their doorstep. They brought Mario into the house.
“Okay, Mario, we’ll send you off to Miyamoto first in the morning. Okay?”
“That’s-a good.”
Suddenly MJ runs into the house.
“He’s an intruder!”
He picks up Mario and starts to strangle him.
“Oh, wrong house, sorry…”
Mario climbs up from the floor, coughing.
“Let’s-a go now!”
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS