....................................................... | | | Bomb Shelter G-Files | | Presents | | | | The Terror Bears on the Rampage | | by | | Darkside 444 | | | |.....................................................| "Loving and caring can save the 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 support caring." "Ok Billy, we hope you learned your lesson." Two children were sprawled in front of the idiot box viewing the end of the care bears' movie, and were thoroughly enjoying it. At least, supposedly. 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 did 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 furniture. All at once, the dimensional field closed up and one of the furry figures walked into the living room where the two children were. The small girl turned around and exclaimed: "Oh Mike! A care bear (tm)!" The teen on the couch 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 of those digusting care bears, except on it's stomach instead of a smiley 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 fur. The other bears filtered 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 same time. Crackling laughter suddenly sounded throughout the room, and machine gun fire riddled the kid on the couch. "Insane 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 started barking out orders, and the house became a flurry of activity. Everything of any worth was taken; jewelry, silver, gold, vases, oriental rugs, and a computer. Suddenly, a bear called Asshole bear came into the main room where orders were 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, climbing 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 stare, and Insane bear was instantly vaporized. Death bear immediately screamed out Death Plan A and the terror bears went into action. Fire bear started spewing liquid nitrogen onto the care bears taking out at least five and Demolition bear stealthily snuck onto the care bear cloud ship to install a myriad of explosives. The rest of the terror bears ingaged in hand to hand combat. Knife bear, Grenade bear, Smell bear, Rape 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 opened, and he stumbled into it. "We'll be back." .................................................... | | | Written For: | | The Flaming Toilet 312-234-6795 | | Genesis Project IIe 312-395-1816 | | | |..................................................| X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, insane speculation, and wild rumours. 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