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Pop pop pop! Ba-BOOM!
“Headshot!”
The eldery monkey notched another arrow into his compound bow. One D.D.T. down, a million more to go.
“Quince, behind you!” Before Quincy could turn 180 degrees, a rocket flew straight towards the M.O.A.B., stunning it for the few seconds Quincy needed to shoot enough arrows into it to destroy it completely. “Careful old man, that one was too close!” Striker Jones smacked Quincy on the back. “Hey, just cause I have a few gray hairs doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself against a M.O.A.B! Stay with me, we’re gonna need some more cover near the town hall if we wanna defend against these D.D.T.’s.”
“So, how’s your kid treatin’ ya?” Jones asked while sending a barrage of missiles towards the nearest cluster of blimps. “It’s not everyday you see an old dad like you on the frontlines with a kid at home.”
“Heh, little tyke loves watching me jump around the battlefield! He just wants to be like his old man when he grows up, but we don’t exactly have “bring-your-kid-to-work days,” so he’s gotta sit at home.” Dad of Quincy replied over the cacophony of explosions.
“I hear ya’. Hey, why don’t you bring him a souvenir? Quincy would love to show off some armor plating from a Z.O.M.G!” Jones shouted loudly.
“Why don’t you try to get close enough to grab some? I am NOT touching those bloons.”
Meanwhile
Quincy looked around in terror. The small bush he was hiding in was just enough to give him the cover he needed to hide from the helium monstrosities. Bloons attacks always looked so fun on T.V., this was nothing like what he saw! Constant explosions, monkeys shouting, it was all too much for Son of Quincy.
“Ohhh Dad’s gonna be mad at me.” Quincy whimpered to himself in the bush. Small tears rolled down the chimp’s cheek. This was too much for a kid to handle. He would never beg his dad to bring him to battle ever again. But Quincy’s fear evaporated when he saw his father run to the front of the building next to Quincy’s foliage. Without thinking, Quincy ran up and wrapped his arms around his father’s waist.
“Dad I’m so sorry please don’t be mad I just wanted to watch you pop the bloons and I got really scared and hid in that bush for a long time and I think I peed my pants!!” Son of Quincy whimpered into Dad of Quincy.
“Quincy, what are you doing here?! You know it’s dangerous for little monkeys to be out here!” The eldery Quincy knelt down and wiped Quincy’s tears from his face. “Look, just stay right here behind me and we’ll be fine. Uncle Jones is here to help us out-” “QUINCY, DUCK!” The sound of Jones shouting reverberated to the two Quincy’s. A Dark Dirigible Titan flew above the two monkeys, followed by a homing missile shot from Jones’ launcher. “Quincy, what the hell are you doin’ here?! This is no place for a kid like you!” Jones shouted over the D.D.T. exploding. “I’m sorry Uncle Jones I just wanted to watch the battle but it’s scarier than I thought!!!”
“Look, kid, just stay behind your dad and you’ll be fine. This ain’t nothing we can’t handle!” Jones tussled Quincy’s hair to calm him down a bit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! I got my bow I got for my birthday! The bloons don’t stand a chance!” Quincy shouted excitedly. “Riight…” the two mustached monkeys replied. Focusing on popping down the blimps, Jones and Quincy turned away from Quincy. Son of Quincy looked up in awe as the two old monkeys fired shot after shot. His dad was firing as fast as Uncle Jones' rocket launcher! He’s so cool!
But a movement from the trees interrupted Quincy’s admiration. The two adults were focusing on the big blimps, not noticing behind them. Quincy ran to the movement, and saw a pink bloon rushing towards his father! “Don’t worry, nothing gets past my bow!” Son of Quincy clumsily notched an arrow, just like his father taught him, and aimed towards the bloon.
This’ll show dad that I can handle myself! Releasing the string from his fingers, the arrow streaked towards the pink bloon closing distance on Dad of Quincy… and promptly fell flat a few feet.
Something got past his bow.
Nothing could have prepared Quincy for the sounds of a grown man being crushed to death by the latex sphere. The rubber closed in around Quincy, sucking his body into itself. Rubber squeaking, monkey shouting, Quincy sprinted towards his father. “DAAD!! GET OFF HIM!!” Son of Quincy scratched at the pink bloon assimilating Quincy. But the bloon was far stronger than a little monkey, and fully sucked the eldery monkey into itself, Osmosis Jones style. Quincy stared on in terror as his father pounded against the inside of the pink bloon, suffocating on the pure helium inside of it. Son of Quincy couldn’t move, he was utterly paralyzed. All he could do was watch his father lose the strength to keep fighting, and all that was left was a dark mass in the bottom of the bloon.
“Hey Quincy- Quincy?” Jones looked around himself, looking for his bow-wielding companion. When he turned around, all he saw was Quincy Jr. and a pink bloon staring at each other. “Hey! You get away from that monkey now!” Jones launched a rocket towards the pink bloon, destroying it and its recent prey. “Hey kid, where’s your dad?” Jones looked at Quincy. “Kid? Quincy? Where is he?” Jones said with more panic in his voice. Noticing the blank stare in the little monkey’s face, Jones realized. No, no! Nothing gets past his bow! Jones got down on one knee, too distraught to comfort the kid, let alone himself.
The explosions, the popping, it all became deafened to the little Quincy.
Nothing gets past his bow.