A Brief Interlude

Misha happily squeeked her front tires.  “Yea, Mistress!”

“Igor, if you would be so kind a to fill Misha's tank.”  ordered Sasha.

“Yum, premium, Mistress loves me with the best tasting food!” Misha purred.

“Now please open the outer door to the lab so that we might leave.”




Soon Sasha and Misha were back on the road again, this time leaving the mansion and its strange inhabitants.

“You should have let me squish him!”  said Misha.

“That would not be right.” replied Sasha, although a part of her wanted payback for her transformation.  But her biggest concern was getting away from the strange pair before she sprang any more leaks.


**  **

“Wait one minute!  This is ridiculous!  I demand a rewrite!  Serioulsly!  What great genius would alow his triumphant creation to just roll out of the lab!  Isn't that right, Igor?”  the doctor huffed.

“The boss has a point, I mean come on, give the henchman here a break!”  Igor sniffed

** Ok, fine...  **



Sasha covered Igor like a hawk as he carefully replenished Misha's fuel.  However, as soon as the can was empty, he threw it with all his might at the surprised cat, knocking her off balance.  Quickly he lunged for the gun, and got it...

Pookie discharged right into Igor's armpit.  The massive round tearing up through bone and flesh, leaving it to hang uselessly by a couple tendons.  The shock of the injury spun the guinea pig around into a table where he knocked himself unconscious.


“uh, Doc, I don't think I like how this is going...”

“Hush Igor, I still have a chance...”


Sasha leaped into Misha.  “Let's get out of here, just crash through the door!”

“Yes Mistress!”  Misha's engine roared to life.  The spinning driveshaft beneath her ground hard into the doctor's...

**  **

“Hold on a bit...  You know I think I like your original concept here.  A true intellectual will concede momentary defeat and live to plot another day.  Wouldn't you concur, Igor?”

“Yeah, I'm looking at our health coverage, an it looks like we got dropped, and I haven't been get into the stupid website yet...”

**  Are you sure, this was getting a little interesting here...  that was some great dramatic tension building...  **

“Don't rub it in...”  said the doctor flatly.

“I'm cool!”  Igor waved his very intact and functional arm.

**  Fine then, where was I?  **


It was a short drive out of the manse when the pair came back to the bridge...