Post by Ice Pirate on Nov 8, 2011 19:50:38 GMT -8
The Iron Vulture drifted almost noiselessly over Duckburg, a darker shadow in the night sky, stopping and holding postiion over a certain house. A rope ladder unrolled to within a foot of the roof, and several stealthy figures climbed down to begin their unlawful mission.
A soft glow of reddish light signaled the arrival of Piledriver, who had been practicing with his laser-power until he could wield it with pinpoint accuracy, cutting an opening through the shingles of the modest cottage.
He signalled to his fellow pirates to descend, when suddenly, two giant white gloves, attached to jointed metal arms, reached up and smacked the intruder as if he was nothing but a gnat.
The other villains quickly came to their comrade's aid, the first coating the right glove with rust, the second sticking the left glove fast with greenish goo.
With the security system disabled, the air pirates were free to descend into the darkened laboratory, for so the cottage was, and bring out armloads of mechanical devices, carrying same up the ladder and into the guts of the Vulture, where their leader waited impatiently.
"So? What have you brought me, my minions?"
"Well, Cap'n," ventured one pirate, "We got this Cuisinart."
Karnage could hardly believe his ears. "Cuisinart? I don't need no stinkin' Cuisinart! I want diabolical devices I can use to rob and plunder!"
"But, Cap'n," whined the lackey, "We don't know what all those machines do."
"I don't care! Just bring whatever you can find. We will sort it out later, er...what was your name again?" Usually, Ice Pirate remembered the names of all his crew, but this fellow was a new recruit.
"Francis, sir."
"Francis?!? What kind of a sissy-boy name is that for a pirate?"
"It was my grandfather's name."
"It was my grandmother's name. Can you just hear me saying, 'Francis, fire the forward guns. Francis, kill the prisoners'." Really, there wasn't time for this tantrum, but Karnage was on a roll. "More like," and here Ice Pirate affected a mocking falsetto, " 'Francis, bring out the good tea service'."
"But, Cap'n..."
"No buts and ifs! Change it. Get a nickname. Do something!"
"Is the rant over? 'Cause we finished loading all the gadgets we could find in that inventor's house."
Forgetting his recent peevishness, Ice Pirate rubbed his hands in anticipation. "As soon as we figure out what these things do, our reign of terror, my cutthroat crew, will begin!"
Karnage chuckled evilly as the Iron Vulture sailed off into the night.
A soft glow of reddish light signaled the arrival of Piledriver, who had been practicing with his laser-power until he could wield it with pinpoint accuracy, cutting an opening through the shingles of the modest cottage.
He signalled to his fellow pirates to descend, when suddenly, two giant white gloves, attached to jointed metal arms, reached up and smacked the intruder as if he was nothing but a gnat.
The other villains quickly came to their comrade's aid, the first coating the right glove with rust, the second sticking the left glove fast with greenish goo.
With the security system disabled, the air pirates were free to descend into the darkened laboratory, for so the cottage was, and bring out armloads of mechanical devices, carrying same up the ladder and into the guts of the Vulture, where their leader waited impatiently.
"So? What have you brought me, my minions?"
"Well, Cap'n," ventured one pirate, "We got this Cuisinart."
Karnage could hardly believe his ears. "Cuisinart? I don't need no stinkin' Cuisinart! I want diabolical devices I can use to rob and plunder!"
"But, Cap'n," whined the lackey, "We don't know what all those machines do."
"I don't care! Just bring whatever you can find. We will sort it out later, er...what was your name again?" Usually, Ice Pirate remembered the names of all his crew, but this fellow was a new recruit.
"Francis, sir."
"Francis?!? What kind of a sissy-boy name is that for a pirate?"
"It was my grandfather's name."
"It was my grandmother's name. Can you just hear me saying, 'Francis, fire the forward guns. Francis, kill the prisoners'." Really, there wasn't time for this tantrum, but Karnage was on a roll. "More like," and here Ice Pirate affected a mocking falsetto, " 'Francis, bring out the good tea service'."
"But, Cap'n..."
"No buts and ifs! Change it. Get a nickname. Do something!"
"Is the rant over? 'Cause we finished loading all the gadgets we could find in that inventor's house."
Forgetting his recent peevishness, Ice Pirate rubbed his hands in anticipation. "As soon as we figure out what these things do, our reign of terror, my cutthroat crew, will begin!"
Karnage chuckled evilly as the Iron Vulture sailed off into the night.
