"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Beakerfan]

Leprechaun Leader: Allright lads! Let's do it!

*the leprechauns begin using their magic to move the plane*

Goldie: Gosh Biggy! Don't you know anything? You're supposed to do it like this! *kisses Yakky*

 

[Erine81981]

Grey: We're doing it!

Girlfriend 2: Hoorey!

Girlfriend 3: *lets up on her powers which makes the plane take a noes dive* And to think i didn't have it in me. *giggles*

Grey: SHELLY!

Shelly: Opps. *uses her full power* Sorry. *giggles*

Gery and ther others roll their eyes at Shelly

Yakky: *stiffens up in thin air, birds are dancing around his head* Wow......*floats to the ground which he melts it to mud*

Biggy: And to think i kissed that? *make an ew face*

 

[The Count]

The mud rises into a column underneath the beast of burden, flattens into a slide, and deposits Yakey neatly on the ground next to his friends. Meanwhile, Something is leading the plantlife including clinging moss and strong ivy vines to grab onto the plane, hoisting it higher and higher so as to help out Gray and her girlfriends remove the aircraft out of the hotel's premises.

Something: Me oui... Let us move ze plane over here... I will make sure it gets back to ze local aeroport's angar.
He then keeps assisting with the removal of the vehicle, allowing Biggy and Yakey to go in to see if they can find their other friends.

 

[The Count]

Once the wrecked winger has been hefted out of sight, the intrepid party dares enter the Nowhere Hotel searching for Kyle. Down below in the pitfall trap devised by the robots, Something finds three gators, malnourished and almost snappng his hands off, which isn't really a problem as he oozes more muck to form new ones.
Something Gross: Wait one minute! My friends, boo ave not eeten, but iz zat anyway to greet your master? No, I am not angry avec vouz... Ere my pets, feast upon zese dead rodents. He goes on to hand out enough possum carcasses to fill their bellies.

Something, directing his gaze at the robotic ruffians: You! He points pointedly at the two bucket of bolt bullies... You ave brought ze evil into my swamp. Now boo will find out what it means to anger a swamp demón!
Gross, the alligators, and Yakey charge towards their target... The rest decide whether to rescue the captives or join the fray ensueing down below in the hideout hidey-hole.

 

[Erine81981]

Biggy: *sees Kyle under seveal borads* He's over there! *runs over to Kyle* Oh no. *tears up* Guys! Kyle's really hurt! Yakky! HELP!

Yakky: Coming Biggy. *takes Goldie and puts her down* *starts helping Biggy pulling borads and concrete blocks and other drebre*

Biggy: *pulling more borads off* *picks Kyle up* He's not breathing.

Grey: *tears up* KYLE! *runs over to him* Please wake up.

Yakky: *tears up* Come on guys. To the hospital!

Shelly: *starts to cry*

Girlfriend 2: *puts arm around Grey* Don't worry. He'll be fine.

Gery: *nods head but still tearing up*

Yakky: You will never be again to harm anyone. *grabs both Vic and Ted robo and chuck them into the ocean*

 

[The Count]

The robots fall into the lagoon located next to the hotel, wherein dwell most of Something Gross's plants and animals... Both hit their heads against a floating log anchored to the center by two supportive lilypads. Another squad of gators, hungry themselves, mangle the evil electronic entities as they feast on the fallen foes.

Something asks for Nel' and her leprechauns' assistance in placing an unconscious Mairin and Jason on the backs of two gator guards, sensing that the pets and the girl share some reptilian origins so as to escort them to the nearest hospital, Something trailing behind all in his slickened swamp-liquid state.

 

[Erine81981]

Yakky: I could help on carrying Mairin and Jason if you want me too. I forgot all about them. I feel so ashamed. *start crying*

Biggy: Don't worry Yakky. It'll be ok. I also feel ashamed that i didn't think of Mairin and Jason. But don't worry. We all our worried.

Grey: *walking with Biggy who's carrying Kyle's limp body* Please be ok. I don't want to lose you.

Grilfriends: *holding each other close together*

 

[The Count]

Something: No no my friends... Boo are worried about your closest amie, messieur Kyle. Besides, you did elp... After all, without ze two of boo, we could not ave ridden ourzelves of ze titanium trouble-makers.
*Wonders if the people rescued from the Nowhere Hotel will live through this ordeal. *Gives Nel a small squeeze as if to say he would be worried if it were her in such a situation, before resuming his guidance of the gators carrying the inert bodies to the swampside hospital.

 

[Erine81981]

Finally at the Swampside Hostipal.......

Yakky: *prys* Please let my owner and freinds be fine.

Biggy: *sitting beside Grey* *looks at Gery and starts crying*

Grey: *she beginnings to cry too*

Shelly: *holds Grey's hand* Don't worry girlfirend. If it doesn't work. I know of a good wizard who might could revive him.

Grey: Don't talk like that! *takes hand away*

Shelly: I'm sorry i said that Gery. I didn't mean it in a bad way. Winny?

Winny: She really didn't mean it Grey. He'll be ok. I promise that.

Gery: But i want to be in there with him. But they wouldn't let me. *tears up again*

Marry: We will be here for you girlfriend.

 

[Beakerfan]

Nell: *standing beside the gators carrying Mairin and Jason, she checks Mairin's pulse* Oh good! She's alive you guys. But just barely. Oh, when is the doctor going to come?

Shanker: *sitting on one of the other gators, feeling the tip of his knife* Per'aps I could be of some 'elp?

Nell: NO! No, thank you Shanker. That's not the kind of help we're looking for right now.

Goldie: *sitting with Yakky* Don't worry, Kyle will be alright. *holds his hoof* Just watch. He'll be back to himself in no time! After all, this is Kyle we're talking about.

Leprechaun Leader: *hops up next to Grey* Aw, doon't cry! We wouldn't want Kyle ta wake oop and see all of yer cryin like that. *whacks her on the back* Chin up lass! Soomtimes yah gotter take things fightin! *holds out both his fists and puckers his lower lip, as if ready to fight*