When Quackerjack turns everyone in the city into his army of laughing zombies, it is up to the heroes to put a stop to it! But the question is... how long do they have to find a cure before they too, succumb to the same fate?
Max saw him roll away and wiped the dirt off him as he stopped him from his escape but his eyes widened as he saw the situation grow more worse for QJ as a shroud of darkness was beginning to cover the room.
Max felt the tug of the game console and looked at it and saw the safe way out but then heard QJ's cry of despair and help and sighed "Sorry, bud...But what hero would I be to let one villain kill another?" he said getting his sleeve free from the console and looked over at Paddywhack "Hey! If you want him, you'll have to deal with me first!"
This wouldn't be easy...It'd have to be a mental fight of emotion and Max has had bad and good moments in his life. But he'd have to think hard of all the good he's done for other lives while trying to force a smile.
Quackerjack rolled like a bowling ball all the way to the back of the warehouse, then crashed into the wall.
Thanks for the trip, Max. Pun not intended.
However, he only put off the inevitable for a moment.
"Owtch..." he shook himself and got up. "Hey, why aren't you stopping this?? You're supposed to be the hero!!!"
A dark, spidery shadow climbed across the room and reached Quackerjack and grabbed hold of him, while the demonic laugh echoed off the sides of the warehouse.
"Nooooooo!" he shouted, digging his nails into the concrete and making deep grooves as he was dragged towards the door, which did not show the outside anymore. Instead, it looked like a swirling mass of blackness. "I don't wanna be dressed in a suit aaaaagainnnn! Help!!!"
Bleep... the game console tugged on Max's sleeve and tried to pull him away from the danger. It seemed to know a safe way out, and it wanted the fox to follow him.
But the question was, would the herofox run for safety, or would he help rescue a villain from danger?
Max's vision blurred as he tried to regain himself from the shock to his system. Max never could do with electric types of attacks. Hell, he never was good at absorbing much of it either...Made his fur even quite uncomfortable for a while...
As Max's vision blurred, he saw a familiar unknown stature and as his senses got a hold of itself, he realised who the voice belonged to and rolled his eyes. Well, this was jussst perfect...It could have gone so smoothly if he HADN'T BEEN SHOCKED.
As Max saw him beginning to run in his direction to the back of the warehouse, Max quickly got up and leg sweeped QJ in an attempt to make him fall over and stop him from escaping.
Of course...Max had to now deal with a demonic toy that fed on the suffering of others and likely have a clingy maniac on him at the same time but what other choice did he have...Other than that nice robot friend he made?
Max's eyes widen as he was shocked and yelled out loud from the serious voltage surging into him and his vision faded as he collapsed to the floor but wasn't quite unconscious. But he was paralysed for the moment "Damn...You!" was all he could barely muster.
"No fair, two against one!" Quackerjack pouted. "Well, no matter. You'll never stop the fun! I have piles of these babies to last the whoooole day!"
He hit the dispenser button, and this time, it began firing legos everywhere like a gattling...
Quackerjack soon noticed the party poopers. Well, the decrease in lego pieces were difficult not to notice. And boy, was he ever so pleased.
"WHAT THE HEY, RAINDROP. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!"
Well, no matter. He had a huge supply of...