Chapter 2: The Toys Are Alive!?!?
Early morning. Like 2:00 A.M.
Rob got up after hearing a loud crash. Getting up and opening his door. He sees his brother Bob across from his room. He asks.
Rob: Was that you?
Bob: I thought that was you?
The two brothers stare at each other for a moment. Only for them to swiftly re-enter and re-exit carrying a weapon of sorts. Rob had a metal bat, usually used for batting, now to be used as an impromptu weapon. Bob on the other hand had a police baton, which he got from Uncle Joe, looking ready to kick ass and take names.
Both of them slowly made their way to the living room area, where the loud sound originated from. An area which was still making noise. When the two brothers made their way, Bob suddenly holds his fist up. Years of knowing and playing make believe spec ops with his brother, told Rob to stop. Bob then made a series of gestures basically saying; 'On the count of three, we enter charging in swinging while yelling at the top of our lungs. Then, while their distracted we incapacitate the intruder, got it?'
Rob looked determined. He gave a nod, showing he understood. How he got it? Well, let's just say it was a very serious game of make-believe spec ops. Bob showed the next needed gestures.
Bob: One....Two.... Three!
The Lob brothers then charged screaming at the top of their lungs only to see toys? Not only toys, but toys that are moving!?!?
The bros stare at the toys, the toys stare back. This goes on following the classic "•••" routine. Then followed another scream from the bros, this time out of confusion and a drop of fear of the unknown. The Toys reacted quickly charging, jumping, and doing things that made the bros question if maybe, their aunts went to other worlds and shrunk the characters. Only to give those same characters to them.
They thought about this as they were hit with a barrage of explosions and light-based attacks. Only to feel that they were alive. 'What?' they both thought. It didn't hurt, only giving off a similar sensation of getting poked with a finger. A very weak small finger.
Rob being the quicker of the two. Grabbed at the toys, the slower of the characters got caught and got put into a makeshift toy prison crafted by Bob as he thought it was a good idea when they were playing with them. The faster characters are as slippery as flies. Non the less, with teamwork from the two bros, they were all caught eventually. Even though it was a pain as the toys thought it was a good idea to spread out. Granted their house may not have been that big, it was still a pain in the ass.
When all was said and done. The bros looked at the toy prisoners.
Bob: Bro?
Rob: Yeah?
Bob: What's going on?
Rob: I don't know bro, I-I don't know.
The bros continued looking until they noticed something missing. Galactus wasn't there.
Rob: Bro, Galactus ain't here.
Bob: I noticed, we got Galactia though.
Galactia: Shut it, human!!!
Bob: Rude.
Rob: Wait, quiet.
The bros carefully listened. They heard a loud thunk. Rob told Bob to watch the toys. Rob went under the hatch that led to the attic. He slowly reached for the rope connected to the hatch. Grabbing it, baseball bat in hand, He quickly lowered it.
Galactus was waiting in ambush. Attacking Rob with ferocity fit for a "supposed" planet eater. Rob grabbed, the hilariously small galactus and chucked him at the end of the hall. He got up with a glare at Rob.
Galactus: Die, Human!
Rob: Dude, you're like three feet tall. I'm confident enough to beat a guy your size. Otherwise, Bob would make fun of me.
Bob: Your damn right I would!
Rob: Shut up, Bob!
Galactus: Enough! No one has made fun of Galactus and lived to tell the t-
As Galactus was going into a villain tirade. Rob ran up and punted the f@cker with a kick to the nutz.
Galactus: *Pain filled Squeel*
Bob: Is that the sound of a man being kicked in the nuts?
Rob: Yup! Anyway, Galactus, hear them once, you hear them all. Just shut up and enter toy prison.
With that, the toys are captured. Now, the bros are just trying to figure out what to do.
Rob: What should we do?
Bob: Let's contact our aunts, see if they can explain any of this.
Rob: Good idea.
Rob went to the home phone and inputted the aunts number. *ring* *ring*
Bob decided to do a double check on the toys and realized that Batman was missing.
Bob: Of course it had to be the one guy that has bullsh!t skills.
Superman: You honestly should have seen this coming.
Bob: Shut up Superman!
Rob came back into the Living room.
Rob: Bad news. I can't get a hold of them.
Bob: Even more bad news Batman is missing.
Rob: You honestly should have seen that coming.
Toys: *Snrk*
Bob: I already got sh!t on by the toys, I don't need you joining in. Just shut up and take my shift. It takes a stealth master to find a stealth master.
Bob says as he puts on his "Victory" headband.
Rob: Alright, alright. Just make sure to not demolish the house with Looney Toons action, okay?
Bob:...You honestly think that's going to happen while looking for the most serious character in this toy roster? Well, fifth serious character. First would have to go to Guts.
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