Cowbob and the Teeter-Totter Gang
“Let me guess, you are
one of them their bounty hunters looking to settle the score and bath in
milkshake glory. Is that about the size of it pilgrim?”
With a quick flick of
his wrists, both six shooters were drawn from their resting place and aimed
square on Jack’s jawline.
Many ooh’s and aaw’s
came murming from the crowd as they heard him speak.
“I’m not just a bounty
hunter partner...I’m Cowbob.” Now give yourselves up or I’ll be forced to lay
down rubber on yer lily liver.”
Cowbob dropped to the
ground as a thick rubber band came flying across the room. It bounced off of
the counter and disappeared in the distance. With a loud click, the first shot
from his six shooter hit its mark. It bounced off of the mug, spilling the root
beer directly on the man’s lap. Laughter rained upon him loud and true and in
an instant, the man died of embarrassment. Retaliation came from the gang as
the rifle released an extra thick band. Cowbob rolled out of the way at the
last second, watching it bounce off of the warm spot his body had just
occupied. Two more bands were released from his gun, both nailing the men in
the knuckles. Large fat tears streamed down their faces as their gun wielding
hands turned red and started to swell.
Three down, two to go! Cowbob
thought as he nimbly dove over the chair. Shot after shot came towards him,
never feeling the warmth of his skin. He released the band, aiming high. It
came into contact with the light fixture and bounced off. Its new course drove
it straight into the chest of Jack’s partner. The sheer force brought the man
off of his feet and tumbling into Jack the rubber-bandit.
Still reluctant to give
up, Jack stood, wobbly feet and all, and let loose a band that knocked Cowbob’s
hat off of his head.
“No one shows my hat
hair you dirty varmint!”
He braced his legs as
he released the remaining bands at Jack. He watched it careen towards his fore-head,
sure it would whelp its mark.