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....................................................... | | | The Terror Bears on the Rampage | | by | | Darkside 444 | | | |.....................................................| "oving and caring can save th world." "Oh golly, thanks Care Bears (tm) for all your help, and I promise I'll be a good little boy from now on and worship mom, dad, and the president because they are good and they suppor caring." "Ok Billy, we hope you learned your lesson." Two chiddren were sprawled in front of the idiot box viewing the end of the care bears' movie, and were thoroughly enjoying it. At least, supposebly. One was around 4 or 5, the other was older maybe 16 or so. The 16 year old was sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. Little id they know, a small black dimensional field was opening up down the hallway; it spewed forth small, dark, dank, furry bodies, who were eagerly taking hiding places among the frniture. All at once, the dimensional field closed up and one of the furry figures walked into the living room where the two cildren were. The small girl turned around ad exclaimed: "Oh Mike! A care bear (tm)!" The teen on the couc mumbled something, and turned over. The furry figure reached down to the small girl and said in a low snarling voice: "Wrong runt, a Terror Bear." With a strong arm, he lifted up the little punk, and hurled her out the second story window. Glass shattered and the teenager on the couch woke up and looked at the bear. "What the fuck, a furball." He studied the bear. It looked like on ofthose digusting care bears, except on it's stomach instead of a smiey face or flower, was a mushroom cloud. It had pure white eyes and dark black fur. The other bears looked almost alike, except each had a different picture on his stomach, and had a darker or lighter color fr. The other bears filered into the room and circled the astounded kid. Some of the bears proceeded to smash the t.v. set, rip pictures off the wall, piss in a flower pot, set the couch on fire, and raid the refrigerator at the ame time. Crackling laughte suddenly sounded throughout the room, and machine gun fire riddled the kid on the couch. "Inane bear, you dipshit, we could have interrogated the sap." said the leader, named Death bear. Insane bear continued to laugh, until silenced by a bear with a corroded stomach called Rotten bear. Death bear immediately stared barking out orders, and the house became a flurry of activity. Everything of any worth was taken; jwelry, silver, gold, vases, oriental rugs, and a computer. Suddenly, a bear called Asshole bear came into the main room where orders eere being given. "Death bear, we have enemies stationed out front!" "What kind of enemies, Asshole?" Death bear asked. "Ahhh, the care bears oh supreme master." "Shit." Death bear ordered the rest of the terror bears to draw their weapons and get ready for battle. The bears punched out the front windows of the house to see the care bears out front, ciimbing out of their cloud boat. Insane bear suddenly ran at the carebear line intent on blowing them all away with his machine gun. The carebears ordered a care bear star,, and Insane bear was instantly vaporized. Death bear immediately screamed out Death Plan A and the terror bears wnnt into action. Fire bear started spewing liquid nitrogen onto the are bears taking out at least five and Demolition bear stealthily snuck onto the care bear cloud ship to install a myriad of explosives. Te rest of the terror bears ingaged in hand to hand combat. Knife bear, Grenade bear, Smell bear, and most of the rest defeated their opponents. A yell suddenly sounded throughout the battlefield: Demolitions bear was on fire and was proceeding to jump off the cloud ship. "I fucked up majorly!" he screamed. The terror bears knew what this meant so they all hit the deck as the ship exploded prematurely. Eighteen hours later, a paw surfaced beneath the rubble. It pressed a button on its wrist and a small interdimensional door opeed, and he stumbled into it. "We'll be back." .................................................... | | | Written For: | | The Flaming Toilet 312-234-6795 | | Genesis Project IIe 312-395-1816 | | | |..................................................| A Bomb Shelter G-File Productio