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OldBean Two
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A snowy white owl has to face the evil of his past, and at the same time, prevent a great evil from destroying the world. On the Good Side however, he gets his own TV Show!
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I dedicate this story to 'Celtic', the god of Humour, and 'Krusteh', the story writer. I dedicate this once again to Ronnie and Tilson, for motivating me to actually complete the sequel.
-Chapter One-
Surprise Attack
OldBean was in Kyselia’s office. The room hadn’t changed around much, other than it was not him sitting on the chair.
’So, how was your day?’ asked OldBean, sitting on the desk.
’Pretty good.’ she said. ‘Alfred keeps coming in checking on me as if I don’t know how to open a garbage can.’
OldBean was happy to hear her criticise Alfred. It was a wonderful thing to hear, indeed.
OldBean was a snowy white owl, with a top hat on. People used to mistake him for another owl which was commonly seen on magazines, and was also see on the internet. Ever since he had mentioned that he didn’t wear a ‘glass eye’ and ‘whack people with canes’, they stopped mistaking him for the owl. But it was very much amusing while it lasted. The last month, Foda, Boda’s father, moved into his house. Why people lived with him he didn’t know. That was until Boda mentioned that, ‘we’re idiots. We’re jokers. We live to make people laugh. In other words, this is a damn TV Studio without the cameras.’
The last two months ago, however, had been eventful. OldBean and the others planned to defeat Zeromune and bring Electus Contra down, despite the obvious fact that they were just a bunch of idiots that never manage to make the front page. As the mission continued, OldBean and the others discovered that Zeromune was in fact, a good person, and that the Zeromune they saw was nothing but a ‘jolly good evil guy’ impersonating the real Zero. They found this important fact out when they met Kyselia, and the legendary warriors, who were keeping an eye on OldBean and the others, without them noticing. They were also searching for a necklace which had a jewel in it that contained power so strong it could wipe an entire country out. OldBean sighed at these recollections. Everyone including he himself (well, sometimes at least), acted rather seriously. They didn’t crack as many jokes as they used to. But occasionally, they did. The entire world itself was on the verge of destruction at the time, and therefore, who could blame him? Contra had been defeated by Giacomo, Kristi, and Rose the last two months as well. He was now in jail for a lifetime…that is unless he broke out. But then again, there were armed guards outside his cell. Break out, break into pieces. Lovely life for him, OldBean was sure. Contro Corporation was now also under the control of Giacomo as well, and OldBean thought this was a rather good reward for him, as Giacomo had fought Electus numerous times in the past to give liberty to many people. Kyselia got up off the chair and looked out the window, at the sky again. OldBean didn’t get this. Having some sunshine and all that was good, but there were so many times you could have a look at the beautiful landscape. She shut her eyes on numerous occasions when this happened too. As if she was watching the events of the memory she thought of at the time, in slow motion. If that was the case, it must have been a pretty bad memory. But all together, it wasn’t that frequent. She was still wearing her blue jacket, and she had brown hair. OldBean, at the moment, to kill time, tried to remember one of the many times he had complained about Alfred. On one occasion, he actually made him lose his one hundred dollars down the drain. It was a bad coincidence that they happened to be near the drain, but it was still funny. He started cracking up laughing at Alfred Gondour’s face at the time. Kyselia turned and looked at him with her eye brow raised. He laughed even harder.
’Oh yeah, the Gondour incidents.’ he laughed. ‘They had some stuff fit for a comedy series!’ and he continued to laugh uncontrollably like an idiot. Not that he was one…and on the other hand, he wasn’t either. He was the funny, but sometimes annoying, owl. He laughed so hard he fell of the desk. Despite the pain he felt, he continued to laugh as if he never fell off. He looked quite weird from the eyes of the human. The white snowy owl, whose top hat had rolled off near the door, had his eyelids half open, laughing insanely. After that weird moment, they discussed problems with the locals, namely Zerf. After that, OldBean bid her goodbye, put his top hat back on, and flew out of the window.
Life was so good. Soon, he was going to take over the TV show, ‘Ask Mr. Pictures’ just as everyone else had, only this time, he’d be the sole survivor of the battle. He would own the show until he died. Oh no, no one was going to defeat him. All he needed to do was to pay two thousand and then the show was his. ‘Ask Bean’. Ah, the wonderful name…only he didn’t like using the sole word ‘bean’. But, if he hadn’t, the name ‘Ask OldBean’ wouldn’t have been so bad, but it would have been a bit weird…now he thought about it, ‘Ask OldBean’ would be a good name…he decided, that he’d call the show that. He continued to fly in the dark sky. The hours of talking weren’t very boring. Kyselia was fun to talk to. Mainly because of the complaints she made about Alfred. It was a wonderful thing, indeed. If only he could record it all and auction it on the internet. That would wipe the smirk off Gondour’s face, oh yeah, it would. He thought of his friends and his new friends, Jim, Kristi, Rose, Marshal, and Colonel…and even more so the lovely cold glass of wine sitting on the table back at home. He flew closer to his house, to his bedroom window. But as he slowed down to land on the window sill, something hit him hard, grabbed him, and threw him away into the distance. OldBean whipped his head around to look at his attacker. He never got to see anything though, because the moment he turned his head, he was knocked down towards the pavement. And then he saw the infamous money drain of Gondour…not that it was helping. The attacker didn’t let him crash straight onto the pavement: He or she wanted OldBean personally. The attacker hit OldBean once again, and he got kicked right up into the air. This time OldBean got a clear sight of the attacker. It was a small figure that looked like an owl…much like himself. It was in a suit of black armour. It had its effects; OldBean couldn’t see him clearly in the dark. How it could fly with the armour on, he didn’t know. OldBean regained control and flew off into the distance. Was it just him, or did the figure start firing away with what looked like a gun? Uh oh. OldBean fly downwards to avoid the current shots, and the attacker stopped firing. He started charging his weapon for a blast shot. OldBean took this as a chance and flew right past the attack, knocking him on the way. The attacker, getting knocked over in the air, lost control and fired the blast elsewhere. As he got closer back to his house, the attacker threw something at him. A knife! It got him at the wing, but it continued through the feathers and soared into the distance as well. He started to fall, and he swore he heard Dennis say, ‘Did you hear that?’
The attacker struck again, grabbing him again, and throwing into the distance. OldBea crashed onto the roof of a police station. He saw the black figure land onto the roof as well. OldBean never saw a much more ugly sight. The attacker took of his helm.
’G-Bean!’ burst out OldBean.
’Die, pitful little scum.’ said the brown owl. And he took out his weapon again, and fired the charged shot. OldBean dodged it, and it hit the window right behind him. That was sure to get someone’s attention.
’G-Bean, I thought you were thrown into prison for planning the destruction of the entire country of Africa!’
’I would have liked to grandson.’ he said with an evil smile. ‘That place is a dreaded memory, and it still remains so.’
’So much has happened in the past, what the hell could it all have to do with you?’
At these words, G-Bean flew straight at OldBean and he smashed into the wall. OldBean stared into the brown owl’s face.
’A lot.’ he said, breathing hard into OldBean’s face. ‘Don’t ask questions about things you’ll never understand, it’s a bad thing in most circumstances.’
’Shut it, you’re not even what I’d call a grandfather, you’re not even my grandfather at all!’ shouted OldBean.
’Did you happen to know that I was the one that saved you back two months ago, while you wear battling Genesis?’
OldBean remembered the dark figure he had seen at that horrible moment.
’I want to finish you off myself.’ he continued. ‘You and your law-abiding nature have gotten into his way, and I’m not going to let you get into my way! Our relationship was bitter, either way.’
Contro troops climbed out of the broken window on the rooftop. They came to OldBean’s aid, and aimed their guns at G-Bean.
’How touching.’ he said quietly, and without warning, he threw OldBean off into the distance again. The troops fired into the distance too, as G-Bean made way after him. OldBean had a strategy now. The lasers fired from the guns were still going…if G-Bean got hit. OldBean used up all the strength he could to start flying, despite the damaged wing. He flew straight at G-Bean, pushed into the ways of the lasers, and flew off with as much strength as he could use. G-Bean turned his head, got head repeatedly by the lasers, but he didn’t seem to care much. he turned back around regardless, and flew after OldBean, constantly getting hit. OldBean flew through an alleyway, G-Bean tagging after him. OldBean flew upwards, towards a church. OldBean flew into it. He saw the giant bell in it. He bumped into as hard as he could. The noise was horribly loud, but he didn’t have much choice. He fell to the bottom of the church, and as he did, he threw out what happened to be a spinning top. He threw it into the bell. G-Bean made his way in. The noise most apparently seemed to be bad for him as well, and with the spinning top spinning in the bell, making G-Bean shiver, it was too much for him. All the noise. He gave way. And fell. He didn’t fall unconscious though. A helicopter came by, and G-Bean hopped into it.
’I’ll get you next time…’ he said weakly. And he flew off to where ever he stayed, with his pilot. It was not a very exciting prospect, almost being murdered by your own foster grandfather…
Dennis and the others popped up through the church doors, and found OldBean.
’We heard the news, what happened!?’ asked Jim urgently.
’G-Bean…foster grandfather…strikes back.’ said OldBean.
Kristi saw the helicopter leaving. All she needed was a chaser. Boda and Foda directed their palms at her, and she threw the chaser at the helicopter in the distance, and with Boda and Foda’s powers, the effect was that the tracer went further when thrown. It fell right into the copter, as the doors shut.
’We can trace him to where ever he hides right now.’ she said. ‘Now, I suggest you forget about your nice cold glass of wine and go get some rest-‘
’ Aww.’
’-and we continue the celebrations! We can deal with the other stuff later.’
’Aw man…what? What celebrations?’
’Didn’t you hear?’ asked Rose surprised.
’I might have. Dunno.’
Gabran shook his head. ‘Alfred got promoted.’
OldBean highly disapproved of this topic of discussion. ‘What to? What for?’
’He works at ‘The Hyne’ now. He got promoted to editor of the newspaper.’
’WHAT?’ OldBean forgot all pain, and got up.
’Uh huh.’
They walked off back home.
Gabran healed OldBean’s wounds, even the wing, with ease. That night in bed, OldBean was sure to not put his top hat on the window sill, as to not have it fall down the sewer somehow again. He thought about his so called grandfather who was actually old enough to be his father. When did he break out, how come he wasn’t informed of this? He was going to go down to the station tomorrow and find out. He was not shaken by the event like others; he knew how to stay calm. And then he remembered that he was to pay the two thousand dollars tomorrow finally have his own TV show. He’d go and pay the money after he went down to the station, yes, that was a good idea. It would be best to hand in the money earlier to get a good first impression with the studio…actually, it would be the second. He remembered when he went into the studio, trying to get into a portal. Gabran was still researching about the area right now. He finally started to sleep. And before he finally did, he thought, why hadn’t he thought of buying the show sooner?
The next morning, he got up, to find everyone sitting on the couch, watching the news. This was a first…hey, that was Alfred sitting on that couch! And that spot he was sitting on right now was his spot! But then OldBean saw the news and couldn’t care much less.
’This is crazy news, reporting crazy news!’
The usual greeting. It was crazy, alright. And the news reporter was the usual weird dog. An actual dog. Not like one of those walking talking hedgehogs and cows.
’We have a report of an amazing discovery by the crazy and smart but idiotic-‘
’Just get to the point, will ya?!’ shouted Alfred at the TV.
’-Gabran Moo! And this is live footage, so pay respect my crazy people, even if he can’t hear you!’ He said this all very, very, fast.
What? Gabran was on TV, live footage? And then he finally noticed the absence of the usual smell near the staircase, the smell of antidotes and medicines Gabran made.
’My viewers!’ said the cow on television. ‘I am Gabran Moo, a cow from Breathlight!’
A cow from Breathlight. He snorted. The single word cow amused him, in the way he said it.
’CowARD, cowARD, cowARD!’ chanted Boda and Dennis.
’I have finally solved the mystery of the crystal cave! Or crystal area…whatever…’
OldBean listened closely.
’The place was a result of an accident caused in space. That is all. I know it isn’t much info, but that is what happened. Some accident in space happened and it just…yeah. I think I’ll…go and have a drink…’ and the dog came back to the scene in the streets, as Gabran left. Boda and Dennis continued to chant, ‘CowARD, cowARD, cowARD!’
’Well, that’s it! Enjoy the craziness of the news, people! This is crazy Stan, reporting crazy news!’
Alfred shut the TV off. He yawned.
’All well for him to say, what the hell happened in space?’
’Exactly. Go home to mummy and help her fix the front door.’
’Erm, why?’ Alfred asked back.
’Because what happened to my SPACE is that you’re sitting on it!’ and the usual fight ensued, over who would rule the kingdom of yours truly, the couch spot. Everyone else left the area to go to the café for some coffee. OldBean and Alfred continued to argue.
’I’m surprised your large backside isn’t showing on the television right now!’ shouted OldBean at the top of his voice. This was going to take a while…
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Was interesting, but it lost some sense of humour halfway through the story.
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-Chapter Two-
Ask OldBean
’Okay, the contract, and everything else is done. Now, hand over the money.’
OldBean handed the money over to the now, previous owner, Larry.
’Congratulations, you’ve just inherited the show! One problem…’
’What?’
’There, er, is this guy at the entrance, who checks all people entering the studio. He gets too suspicious of people, so you just might want to have your ID card ready to whip out.’
’Okay.’
OldBean explored the studio. It was a lovely place to be on TV. Now this was definitely going to wipe the smirk off Alfred Gondour’s face. He had only just entered the studio when a guy, who was most presumably the camera man, hurried towards him.
’Hey, Bean, gotta have the usual live footage going on again. We need you on that chair right now answering fan questions!’
’What, already?’
’Yup. Enjoy yourself.’
The operation seemed to run smoothly. Finally, the camera man said, ‘Action!’
’I say Old Bean, I am your host…well…OldBean. Yeah.’
Silence in the studio.
’Now, today we have many soon to be fans answering lovely, but sometimes pathetic as I’ve noticed, questions! Let’s take a look at them, shall we?’
A woman chewing bubblegum came by and handed the letters to OldBean.
’Ah, lovely. Let’s take a look at the first one shall we? Oops, said that once already!’
Silence in the studio, yet again. He read the letter nearest to him.
’’You’re an imbekyle and we all hate you’. Well now, my fellow people, if you ever wish to send hate mail, feel free, only just spell the darn words right, will ya?’
There was some laughs, but not much. He wasn’t up to his usual standard now was he?
’’I wonder how an artistic man got replaced by an owl’. Well, a popular theory states that I got a higher vote in the polls. We may never know.’
There were some fake coughs. He needed to take the show into hand now. Only he couldn’t. He was more like the comedy television series type of guy.
’I’m sorry viewers for the horrible performance, but I have to…err…’cut’. My writers didn’t seem to realize, that I never even asked for questions!’
The camera man cut it off. He walked up to him.
’What the heck are you doing?’
’I’m more of the comedy guy, not some guy reading stuff from a book called, ‘Go Back and Home and Handle your Front Door with Care’ guidebook. I’d like to change the name of the show and the type!’
’You’re kidding me.’ said the, once upon a time, script writer.
’No, my friend, you will not be typing out the scripts. I will. I declare the new name, The OldBean Show! Featuring my buddies and all…ah…’
’What? He was never even registered as a foster grandfather. I thought we could only get foster fathers, as a matter of fact…’ said the police captain.
‘How can he not? I’ve lived with him listening to his pathetic talks all day!’
’Hmm…General Bean…I’ll check that name up.’
OldBean left the station, wondering what was going on. He calmed himself down by the fact that his grandfather hadn’t named him. Was he really a grandfather anyway?
By the time OldBean flew back into his room, Rose was in there sitting on the bed.
’You got a call from the station.’
’What? Already? I’ve only just left…’
She left the room, and he picked up the phone and dialed the station’s number.
’Is this OldBean?’
’Yeah, nice of you to call during my own session at your place.’ he replied.
’Sorry, but we got a serious message here. He just took you in without signing any adoption papers or any of the sort. He simply picked you up from that alleyway he found in and tried to raise you as his heir once he died so you could control the group…I don’t know which group though. So don’t ask any further. It might have something to do with those plans on Africa though.’
’I’m sure of it’. said back OldBean. ‘I wasn’t even raised as a grandchild of any sort. He just fed me and told me all about his boring little dreams. Didn’t even feel like one. Not my grandfather? Just some random idiot? Perfect, just keep out of these unless I need you. This is what we call, a ‘family matter’.’
He put the phone down. G-Bean had spoken something of OldBean interfering with his plans. What plans? He thought of asking the OldBean FBI for some research, but that would just make it Two Months Ago all over again. He went downstairs.
’Hey, guys, wanna be part of my TV Show? Don’t say ‘no’, ‘cause I’ve already made it official at the studio.’
Gabran, who was now back at home, dropped his new Sleep Drink onto Jim’s head, who instantly fell asleep.
’All of us!?’
’Yes, all of you. Excluding in some episodes Miss Mayor due to her mayor stuff, and Gondour if he makes me mad.’
’And we saw the result of that last month.’ said Alfred, looking up the ceiling. It recalled bad memories to him. He hesitated, then said, ‘Do we get payed?’
OldBean laughed. ‘Of course you get payed, but not by me.’
They all whooped.
’M’kay.’ said Jim who woke up. ‘We’ll do it, just record what we do everyday, shouldn’t be so difficult. And don’t do that again!’ he added to Gabran.
’Sorry!’ he backed away to his basement door, in which he fell threw. Boda and Foda both shook their heads.
’I’ll be leaving now then.’ said Foda.
’Yeah, me too.’ said Kristi.
’Mesa.’ said Rose.
’I’m hungry, I’m leaving.’ said Jim.
Everyone was leaving now. It was unbelievable the speed they left in. You’d thought they didn’t want to stay any longer. Alfred got up.
’I’m going down to Burptacious for some burgers, see ya.’
And he departed. As did everyone else. OldBean however, flew right out of the open door and went right up face to face with Kristi.
’I’d like to know what we’re gonna do with the tracer.’ said OldBean.
Kristi sighed.
’No point, Jim’s tracking device just went all haywire when G-Bean went past the Forbidden line.’
The Forbidden Line? That was where a legendary battle had taken place, only the government didn’t release the details. The president didn’t know much when it came up with talking to people sometimes. Only the last two months ago, all he said was, ‘Stop or I’ll arrest you!’
’Shame.’ OldBean shook his head. ‘What happened past the Forbidden Line? You guys are the legends, so I guess you’d know.’
’Being a legend ain’t what it’s cracked up to be, you get people asking for autographs almost everyday. Have to say no to everyone.’ said Jim, behind OldBean.
’Well, if you really wanna know, you might have to ask Zero. Only we don’t know where he is, and we don’t really like to discuss it without him around.’
’Right…’ OldBean didn’t care much whether it was illegal to cross the fence that blocked access to the Forbidden Area, or not. He wanted to bring G-Bean down, and end it all. Just, not until he asked some questions. He looked up, and the sight of what he saw made him land on the ground, and it hurt. There was Dennis hanging outside of his bedroom window. When OldBean realised what he was doing, he shook his head and got rid of the confusion. Dennis was being stupid again. Then he remembered the single name, Giacomo. He was going to pay him a visit, and ask him if it was possible to cross the line without getting the president talking non stop and trying to arrest him. OldBean wondered if the guy actually had a fear of public speaking. He got rid of the idea, but knew it was probably true. Then Dennis fell down to the grass, rolled towards OldBean, got up, and said, ‘Did you see that!?’
He pointed up at the sky, and OldBean stared. There was nothing there, but another split second and a large laser beam striked across the area, high in the sky, and disappeared. It looked as if it came from Chaos, only the two models had already been destroyed. OldBean went back into the house immediately, and called for the Bean Mobile to come. In only three minutes, the shining car was there, and OldBean and everyone else went in, even Rose and the others.
’Bean FBI, and step on it.’ he said. And the Bean Mobile went off into the sunset. In one hour, he finally reached the FBI. He looked up at the shining words on the building, ‘OldBean FBI IB’. He stared at these words after the place had been built. The building was now sparkling more than ever, with no signs of it’s construction anywhere…well, that was unless you counted the time when Dennis went looking for the toilet, and fell out of the 25th floor window, and most amazingly, grabbed hold onto a tall tree as he fell, and then let go and kept falling, only to discover a pickaxe. In reality, the toilet, was at the first floor? And possibly other floors as well?
’Wow, shiny place.’ said Kristi, admiring the sight.
’Yeah, ain’t it a beaut, just wait until you see the cafeteria. Only last week some poor old lady slipped and splattered her food everywhere. The container must’ve exploded or something and it still looks bad. Anyone wanna come and have look?’
Everyone gave a short ‘ew’ and entered the building.
’So, just where is the cafeteria?’ asked Alfred.
’Gondour, you were here for ages, and you still don’t know where you get your food from? What do you eat, bird food?’
Everyone stared at OldBean. And then he realised what he said.
‘Hey, leave it. It isn’t funny.’ Everyone laughed. He continued, ‘Are you seriously telling me you want to come and have a look at the recently bombed cafeteria?’
’No.’ said Jim. ‘We just want to know just in case we enter the place.’
OldBean sighed. ‘Just be sure to take some pictures if you are gonna go in, because everybody loves the place! Twenty Fifth floor. And yes, that was not the toilet, Dennis. You sure gave the cleaners a hard job.’
Everyone laughed, Dennis, embarrassed.
’No, we do not love the place. If we did, we’d probably be proposing marriage, as if, ‘Oh foul kitchen of this planet, will you marry me?’ said Boda, rolling his eyes. This time, it was OldBean that was embarrassed. He didn’t want the joke to turn out like this at all. And now, he felt really guilty for causing his own downfall.
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All stories part of the OB series is in here. Credits too. And other stuff. Click to view:
Thanks to Nathan for the sig!
OldBean Link coming soon. I'll put it back here later.
Was interesting, but it lost some sense of humour halfway through the story.
OldBean and the others were in the elevator, which was headed for the 73rd floor, to the Planning Room. When the doors opened, they saw Darius the Hedgehog with arms out wide.
’Why hello, Bean, and if it isn’t Kristi, Rose, and Jim! Oh and Dennis too! And Boda! And Gabran! And everyone else! Oh, do you remember the time when Dennis-‘
’Get out of the way, Darius.’ said Gabran, as they got out the elevator. He pushed Darius into the elevator, and the doors shut.
’Goodbye.’
They looked around the room. The windows were sparkling, and the floor was spotless. There was a chalk board in the corner of the room, which had plans drawn up. There were arrows and supposedly, tunnels drawn on it. Giacomo entered the room through the teleporter in the other corner of the room.
’Blasted machine.’ he growled. ‘Damn thing broke down again, almost got trapped in Cyberspace.’ he took one step forward, and almost fell to the ground, but remained standing by supporting himself with the wall.
’Where the hell did the maintenance crew go?’ he asked.
’Er, they said something about having a public holiday.’ OldBean replied.
’There is no public holiday, blasted sneaks. I’m going to give them a call and tell them to get right back here, and that-‘
’-they’ll get paid a hundred dollars less, yeah.’ Gabran yawned, sitting down on a chair near by the windows.
Kristi opened her mouth, only to shut it another two seconds later.
’We’ll talk in another hour.’ Giacomo said. ‘You can have look around the place, if you like.’
’Yeah, just don’t go down to the-‘ Gabran started, only Dennis had already gone into the elevator, and supposedly went down to the 25th floor.
’We should get him used to using the staircase.’ said Boda, looking at the floor. ‘All legends, just have a look around the place and leave us here, will you? Yes, that means you too, dad.’
They all left, and headed to the 70th floor, the research floor. OldBean lead them all down to the Satellite room. OldBean looked at the monitors carefully, and headed for a computer. He told Gabran to take a seat, and use it.
’Check out Western Beanland. Don’t you feel like something’s missing?’ OldBean asked. Gabran examined the monitor.
’Yeah. Where’d all the dark parts go?’
’Dark parts?’ wondered Boda. ‘Aren’t those the areas that were sealed off?’
OldBean sighed.
’It’s only been two months and we already have another crisis. What’s next, the apocalypse?’
Gabran looked closer.
’That’s strange. Where did Dark Factory go?’
All of a sudden a dark blob appeared on the monitor, and the whole place started shaking again.
’Everyone, take cover, quick!’ yelled one of the workers in the room, and everyone did as instructed. No sooner than they all hit the floor, a huge blue blast wiped off the roof, and obviously, the walls all crumbled too. The 71st floor was gone, but luckily not the workers, who fell. The little blob disappeared again.
‘That definitely happened at that spot.’ said Dennis, getting up and pointing at the monitor. OldBean went mad all over it.
’Forget about the blob, what about my precious FBI?!’
They felt something splat on the floor, but didn’t care much about it. The place was crumbling apart anyway. However horrible this may have seemed, OldBean couldn’t care much. He was already on the verge of running away to la la land and eating all the ice creams and not caring much less, and if he wanted to do anything about a large crisis, it’d be fixing up his beloved FBI. Come to think of it, he didn’t know why he was even thinking about ice creams. He didn’t even know where ‘la la land’ was. He came back to his senses anyway.
’Okay then. After the boring adventure I had the last two months ago, I’d like some rest. So if you don’t mind, go dispatch Unit A to the area.’ he said to Gabran and Boda, pointing at the monitor.
’But you seemed so confi-‘
’-dent back then? Come on, an eighteen year old owl has had his fill, now, go and get busy.’
’What about the FBI?!’ said Gabran.
’Stuff the FBI, you pay the bills! I’m gonna go grab myself a Delica Burger.’
And he just plainly walked out of the FBI, as building parts crashed everywhere, and as Dennis, hanged out of a window, again.
’I’m a very daring person!’ he said to everyone passing by, who obviously ran for it. OldBean went to a phone booth and dialed up Giacomo.
’Change the meeting date, we can do it later, just fix the roof first.’
And before Giacomo could reply he already put the phone back down. Dripping water from somewhere hit him on the head. He looked into the glass of the phone booth, trying his hardest to see his reflection. It was the Galactasolum the folks were doing test results on! It spread all over, giving him a make over, and soon, he looked like a falcon. The darkness all over him.
’Holy cow!’
But he didn’t need to act. Somebody wearing red passed by at fast speed and slashed at OldBean, only not to harm him, but to release the dark substance. It drained away and he looked like the white snowy owl he was again. He turned to see who it was. Red? It might have been Zero but, it was Marshal.
’Hey man.’ he said smiling.
OldBean just stared shocked. He expected Marshal to be one of those cool guys that never smiled. Now he was looking at the legend without his helmet on and smiling a lot. OldBean smashed into the phone.
’What the hell has gotten into you?!’
He laughed. ‘Come on, it was dangerous then.’ OldBean wondered how he knew what he was thinking and Marshal said, ‘Well, it was obvious from that look on your face.
OldBean continued to stare.
’Well, I’m not as creepy as when you’re drunk.’ he shrugged.
’How come we haven’t met just yet? It’s been two months!’
’Oh, you’ve been wondering what me and Colonel have been doing?’
’Oh no, I’m wondering why you guys have such names.’
He grinned and said, ‘My real name is Marshall, with the extra ‘l’ at the end. Kind of fitting obviously. I got no last name, I don’t know about my parents. Colonel? He was raised in the army. Anyway, we own this huge-‘
’-restaurant ’
’No, we own this huge-‘
’-Pie delivery service?’
’That’d be good but, no. I like pie. Anyway, what we own is-‘
’-that ‘out of business’ supermarket over there?’
’Will you just shut up?! We own-‘
’-a tin factory.’
’WE OWN A RESISTANCE BASE IN CASE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS SO WE’LL BE READY. NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT IT!’
’Oh…’
Marshal looked nervous. He looked around the surrounding area, and said quietly, ‘Don’t tell anyone, that girl down the street says it’s meant to be a secret!’
’Eh, you mean you didn’t know?’
’I did, I made that up.’
OldBean had never seen or met anyone quite as dumb as him. This meant intense rivalry. In stupidity, anyway. They all obviously knew that he was the smarter one.
’So, where is it?’
’Er. Well. It’s in the Churadian Forest, which is nearby New York.’
’One of the few surviving capital cities of the year two thousand. Is that all?’
’Yup yup. Just don’t let that stuff get on you.’ Marshal said, looking at the solum going down the drain. ‘We’ve had some very bad experience with it already.’
’Er, right.’ said OldBean. ‘Catch you later then. And by the way, is Colonel as nutty as you?’
’Naw. He’s the serious type.’
*
’Oh, the Resistance Base? It isn’t really quite that new, we’ve had it for some time. I’m still a member. I’m the top researcher and was previously the leader of it.’ said Kyselia. They back in the office now. Alfred was sitting in a chair, looking bored. It seemed that he had failed in making himself look like the best mayor of the thirty-first century. Sitting right next to him was Zerf, who wasn’t at all happy about being in the mayor’s office.
’Oh, you were the leader? And what was Zero?’
She opened her mouth but shut it again. She was unable to answer.
’Er…okay…so er, where is old Zero now?’
There was no doubt this time. She definitely didn’t seem like she felt it was okay to answer. There was a short pause, and Alfred just said, ‘Hurry up and get on with it, I want this maniac punished.’
Kyselia got up and said to OldBean, ‘you deal with it. I’ll be away for some time. You can be temporary mayor again.’
OldBean opened his beak in shock and happiness. Alfred, now what OldBean would call the ‘doorway of shock’, looked angry about this news. Zerf’s face calmed down a bit because he realised that if OldBean was mayor he’d have a lighter sentence.
’W-why him!?’ said Doorway of Shock, his eyes looking at the little owl, and pointing at it. ‘Why him?!’
’Alfred, you barge on about how you’re the best almost daily. He wouldn’t.’
Doorway of Shock snorted. Evidently to him OldBean was the one that said it daily. The truth was, OldBean actually only said it when somebody would mention Doorway of Shock’s time as mayor. Kyselia shut the door and walked out of the building. Zerf didn’t say anything. Doorway of Shock, now, Doorway of Anger, eyed OldBean with, what do you know, anger. A few quiet moments passed, everyone waiting for something to happen. Zerf, unable to stand the quiet, stood on his chair, and said, ‘We are family!’ And he took of his shirt and started spinning it around.
‘Woo hoo!’
Doorway of Anger picked up his suitcase and whammed it at Zerf, who kicked it right back into Doorway, who most fittingly, opened his mouth, AKA, the doorway. At that same moment, many different things happened. OldBean shouted, ‘No ‘Doorway’! Don’t do it! It’s not worth it!’ And the suitcase Zerf had kicked hit Doorway right in the stomach, and OldBean flew up and threw an orange at Doorway to stop him from retaliating. But then Doorway landed into Kyselia’s gift for Kristi for her continued support. Some pies, cheesecakes, cakes themselves, some treats, and the lovely usual, already mentioned, pies. Doorway realised what he had landed into. His name was now his last name once again. Gondour. He had landed into something precious. For Gondour, now was the time for drastic action.
’Food fight!’ he yelled, and he threw the orange OldBean had thrown at him right at the fan up on the roof. Bad idea, OldBean thought. Juice splattered everywhere, and most effectively, the fan so called, ‘counter attacked’. It hit Gondour right in the eye, with the remains of the orange landing dead center on Kyselia’s desk. OldBean and Zerf stared at the newly reformed, Alfred.
’Argh, my eyes, oh my eyes, oh my beautiful eyes!’ he moaned, running into the hallway. Zerf took this to an advantage, and stood in the center of the real doorway. He then prepared a fly kick, and then obviously, did a fly kick.
’One hundred barrier kung-fu no jitsu whatever the hell you call this stuff!’ he yelled, and he hit Alfred right in the backside. They rolled down the staircase, and disappeared out of sight, which OldBean thought, must have been painful. He sat alone in the office and decided that he’d let Zerf off for now, and flew out the window. Now that he had discussed the question that he so wanted to ask Kyselia, that is, if you wanted to use the word ‘discussed’, he continued to fly to the local Delica Burger shop. Once he had landed, he entered. He flew onto the counter.
’One large Delica Burger, please. Small coke too if it works fine, and if you can, I’d like one of those Summeron Library discount vouchers, those books there are pretty good.’
’Sorry, but we ran out of them.’
’Eh, what about the free entry pass into the Jaskel airport? The food there is a beaut!’
’Sorry, ran out of them too.’
The beautiful girl smiled mischievously. It looked familiar. He turned around to see a man hiding his face in his large coat. It seemed as if he was hiding something.
OldBean turned to look at the girl again. Something wasn’t right. Why did it seem so familiar?
’Is everything alright, hun? I’ll be right back.’
And she hurried off into the kitchens. OldBean turned around again. The man with the coat was still smoking his cigarette, but he didn’t show any sign of movement. It was as if he was waiting for something. But then OldBean noticed that he was reading a news paper article from The Hyne. OldBean saw a picture of an cracked red helm. It looked a lot like Zero’s. Was Zero gone now? But the huge title was large enough for OldBean to read from even that distance. It said, ‘Legend’s helm discovered at last?’
The man didn’t turn to look at OldBean at all. He continued reading quietly. Something definitely wasn’t right. OldBean turned around again. The girl was back. She had a evil grin on her face.
’Sir, if you would just like to sit down, we’ll knock something up for you.’
’Hey, what the-‘ but then OldBean whipped around and saw the man throw away his coat. It was Zorolos. In an instant he himself whipped out a rifle, and fired away. OldBean dropped off the counter and went under a table. OldBean saw the girl rip off her Delica uniform to reveal a blue suit. It was Serenel. Genesis may not have been there, but the two experiments were standing before OldBean.
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All stories part of the OB series is in here. Credits too. And other stuff. Click to view:
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OldBean Link coming soon. I'll put it back here later.
Was interesting, but it lost some sense of humour halfway through the story.
No, OldBean, will, never, DIEZ. Mwhahahaha, hoping I gave up on the story now, did you?
Quote:
-Chapter Four-
The Reform
Serenel did energy blasts. OldBean dodged them, and the hamburgers in the kitchen went flying off into the walls. Zorolos fired with his rifle, the Burger Shop demolished. OldBean went to hide under another table. from under the table. How did they know where he was?
Serenel kicked the table aside. She glared down at him.
'Tell us where Zero is!'
'I dunno!'
She tried kicking him, but he flew up onto the still somehow hanging fan up on the ceiling.
'Okay, I'll answer whatever you want, just go on!'
'Tell us where Zero is!'
'I dunno!'
Zorolos fired and purposely missed OldBean.
'Okay, how about this then...Kyselia isn't very happy today?'
Serenel's eyes were red.
'Okay, err.....Marshal's a dope?'
They continued to stare at him.
'Zero will never embrace happiness?'
They prepared to attack him again. OldBean had his defense ready.
’You can’t get anything outta me if you kill me you know…’
He needed to stay alive as long as possible until someone popped by. His luck came sooner than he thought. Kristi just walked in.
’Hey, what happened to the burger-YOU!’
She noticed Serenel.
’Oh crap.’ Serenel shook her head. ‘Not again.’
Kristi got ready to throw a shuriken.
’Nice talking to you buddy.’ said Zorolos in shock. Serenel held his hand and the two just disappeared.
OldBean was left confused.
’Okay, can someone tell me why these two are scared everyone except me?’
’They’re chickens, that’s why. Speaking of chickens, I wonder if I can nab a free Chicken Burger here…’
OldBean got out from under the desk.
‘DID YOU SAY FREE!?’
All of a sudden an earthquake occurred, then it stopped. OldBean was worried. Not about the earthquake though.
’What’s up?’ asked Kristi.
’One more earthquake and the president will be on to me for no reason at all.’
Sure another, a phone call came from the counter.
’Oh man, why the coincidences!?’
He picked it up.
’Bean, do something about the quake or you’ll go to jai-‘
’Oh come on, why the hell am I responsible?! Who’s the president here? And weirder, you’re asking me to fix the problem, with a threat that I’ll go to jail! Again! Same to everyone else! God, where did you learn to be president, those TV shows where the cops always get the baddies?’
The president hung up. He looked at Kristi.
’He needs to get his priorities right or else I won’t be voting for him in the next election…’
’Speaking next, ain’t it gonna be 3008 tomorrow?’
’Oh man, I really need calculator…’
’You mean calendar.’
’Yeah well, whatever!’ he shrugged. ‘Let’s just go celebrate early and pretend that some legendary hero willl just pop up saying, “I want bananas!”
As he said it, another coincidence occurred. Someone wearing red just sped by. Probably faster than, well, the fastest thing OldBean had seen.
’Now that was just…fast.’ he said confused, staring at the spot he had seen it.
He turned around.
’Hey, where did you go?’
She wasn’t there anymore.
He shrugged again and flew off to the OldBean FBI. There, he’d get free drinks.
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All stories part of the OB series is in here. Credits too. And other stuff. Click to view:
Thanks to Nathan for the sig!
OldBean Link coming soon. I'll put it back here later.
Was interesting, but it lost some sense of humour halfway through the story.
’Hello sir, what can I get for you?’
’Oh, just gimme everything.’ yawned OldBean.
He was at the OldBean FBI again. He filled himself up a lot in the next few minutes.
’Now that was remarkable…and no, I am not paying! Forgot who I am?’
As he was about to fly off back home, the lady at the counter said, ‘mail for you’.
’Eh? About the OldBean Show?’
’Yes actually.’
’Ooh, what does it say!?’
’It says you can either do a Talk Show, or a Sitcom.’
OldBean sighed.
’I say Old Bean, I already told them I wanted a sitcom!’
’They say you can do both…’ she said frowning.
’How am I supposed to do-‘
’I don’t know, do I?’
’And this letter came from the folks that wanted me to make the first episode as soon as I registered.’ OldBean rolled his eyes.
’Tell them I want a sitcom! Sitcom! Sitcom! SITCOM! Geez, if I did a talk show, nobody would even send me questions to answer!’
’Uh, um, okay?’ she said back, raising her eyebrow.
A day later, OldBean had already finished his first episode of his show. It was nothing special and it was pretty bad in his opinion, but he had to do something about introducing himself. Either way, his development on the second didn’t go very well. He was to look like an idiot. He was to swallow bird poop, cry like a baby, and criticize as many people as possible in the progress.
’Bean, it’s not as bad as the entire burger shop getting demolished, get over it.’ said Gabran. They were in the studio.
’No I CAN’T get over it!’ he burst out. ‘What are we gonna do with the props!?’
‘Speaking of props, you surely did realize that the poop would be fake?’
’It’ll still be enough to stop me, murder me, leave me on the floor and make me throw up!’
Gabran shook his head.
’How the hell do you think people do this stuff on television?’
’Props!’
’Exactly! This stuff is all fake!’
’Doesn’t stop it from smelling.’
Boda, who was on the other side of the room, teleported over in front of OldBean.
’You can cancel the show or either continue.’
’Continue.’ was his instant answer.
’Continue then.’ shrugged Boda.
’Can’t you drop a toffee or something at me instead of fake POOP?’
Boda shook his head and started walking away instead of teleporting.
’Well, if you don’t want to, well, we won’t then…’
Bean however sensed the trick.
’Trying to make me feel angry and do it? Pfft. But fine then.’ and he too, shook his head, however, in disgust. He looked around.
’Where is the milky way bar?’ asked Bean.
’Fake poop.’ corrected Gabran.
’Whatever it is!’
Marshal just walked through the door, grinning pathetically. Although, it looked mischievous. It was as if he was planning something.
’Here’s your food Boda, Moo cow.’
He handed over to Boda an ordinary apple. Boda stared at it, surprised.
’Uh…thanks?’
’And speaking of chocolate,’ said Marshal, taking out some. Bean wondered where he heard about the chocolate for a start, ‘I’ve got some for you Gabran!’
Gabran, obviously surprised, took it and swallowed it in an instant.
There was a long silence. Bean was curious at to what happened. Marshal seemed to be on the verge of laughing.
’Very funny tasting milky way.’ he thought, chewing.
’Yes, very funny tasting indeed.’ Marshal said, nodding his head.
’What flavour is it? Doesn’t feel like a milky way.’ asked Gabran.
’Well, the problem is, coward, is that, well, that isn’t a milky way.’
Gabran widened his eyes in shock. Bean however, seemed to look happy.
’It’s fake bird poop. Got it from the local joke store. They seemed very happy to get rid of it, mind you.’
Gabran ran for it to, well, somewhere. Most presumably the toilet. The problem was that he took a wrong turn and went to the women’s bathroom. Even worse, the human women’s bathroom. OldBean listened for any screams. There was none. Instead, a sounds of vomiting was heard…and then accompanied by screams. And then accompanied by louder screams. Which were also then accompanied with women running out of the toilet. Which was also then accompanied with a sick looking Gabran walking out of there.
’Bad turn of events, huh Gabby?’ laughed OldBean. He turned to Marshal. ‘I should use that trick sometime, my idea of a good April Fools joke!’
’April Fools, what happened to ‘Bean Fools’?’ he asked.
’It sounded ironic.’ he shrugged back.
Kristi came rushing through the door at ran straight at Marshal and stopped right in front of him. Marshal didn’t look so happy.
’You! You’re supposed to be on duty!’
Bean and the others were evidently confused.
’Er…what is going-‘ Bean started, but Kristi flared up again.
’I told you! And you also had to lay out fake arrows in the resistance base too!’
Bean suddenly understood. Apparently Marshal had been up to mischief, not only in the studio, but in his own workplace.
’Well I am so sorry! If you looked at the timetable, it said this was my first day off!’
’First day off from cleaning duty, you mean.’ she replied.
’I could use with some cleaning.’ said Gabran, shaking his head. Bean turned around, trying not to stare at Gabran. He did not want to risk throwing up the same way Gabran had.
’Why the hell are you here anyway, I thought you saw Zero again?’
Now OldBean understood why she suddenly disappeared from the scene at Delica Burgers. That red dash had been Zero.
’He was too fast. As usual. Now,’ she took out her blade. Boda jumped back in fright and interest. They never knew she had a blade.
’Are you gonna get back to work or what?’
Marshal laughed and took out his own sword.
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