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“Hey! Maxwell! It’s Dennis’ hot girlfriend, Tammy! You remember me from the Jello party, right?”
Maxwell let the duo in, slamming the door on the utahraptor’s face just in time.
“Oh hey Tammy, how’s it going?” inquired Maxwell.
“Shut up,” admonished Dennis. “Get us some guns so we can hold off these foul beasts.”
Maxwell replied, “These are dark times indeed, as it seems by some mysterious circumstances, I can’t for the life of me find any of my bullets.”
“Oh noez!” shouted Dennis and Tammy simultaneously.
“BUT!” declared Maxwell, “We may be able to make a run for it in the helicopter I keep on my roof.”
“I was wondering about that earlier,” said Dennis.
The trio darted up the stairs and dove into the chopper, taking off in a panicked hurry as a stampede of Gallimimus rapidly approached. The chopper narrowly avoided towering T-Rexes and flying Pterodactyls in a way much better suited for film only to go down in a blazing inferno when a goose flew into the tail rotor.
DEATH.
The bullets were taken by a Deus Ex Machinasaurus.
Drew Wellman
07/04/2009 at 12:02 AM