MORE POWERFUL THAN THE FBI, MORE SECRETIVE THAN THE CIA, AND THEY'RE LOOKING FOR A FEW GOOD TOONS. STARRING: HAMTON PIG AND BUSTER BUNNY TIB TOONS IN BLACK Buster laid lifelessly on his bed. He rolled over onto his belly, yawned, and buried his face into his pillow. Buster managed to slowly crack one eye open and reached for the electric alarm clock on his dresser. Buster's vision was a little blury at first. Slowly, his eyes began to adjust to the numbers on the clock."Nine fifty-five!" Buster yelled leaping to his feet. Buster threw on a new shirt and quickly gulped a carton of carrot juice. He then rushed over to his desk, pulling out his books from a under a few issues of PlayBunny. Buster leapt out of his hole and ran off towards the Looniversity leaving a trail of dust behind him. Buster burst through the front doors and raced down the hall. Buster looked behind him, hoping no one had spotted him. He suddenly ran into something and was knocked to the ground as his books flew out of his hands. His books soared into the air and fell down on top of Buster's head. "Hey!" Buster yelled as he rubbed his head, "Why don't you watch where I'm goin' you stupid........." Buster's froze as he slowly looked up at principal Bugs Bunny. "Oh, hiya teach," Buster said with a nervous smile. "Ah! Just the student I was looking for," Bugs said as if Buster had't run over him. Bugs grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down the hall towards his office. Bugs seated Buster in a chair as he opened a desk drawer. Bugs pulled out a bright orange sash and a badge that read: HALL MONITOR. "What's this," Buster asked." Some kinda joke?" "It's no joke, Buster. I'd like you to consider the position of hall monitor. You're respected by a lot of kids in this school. I figure you could stop a great deal of kids that run in the hall." "Won't this mean getting my friends into trouble?" Buster asked concerned. "Possibly," Bugs replied. "Forget it" Buster said hopping out of the chair and walking towards the door. "Of course I'd have to inform your teachers that you' be missing a few classes," Bugs said. "Miss classes?" Buster echoed as his eyes lit up. He jumped over the chai threw the sash around his shoulde and pinned the badge on his shirt. "You got yourself a narc." Meanwhile in upstate Acme Acres inside Montana Max's mansion. "You no good waste of a penguin suit!" Monty screamed at his butler. But as Max continued to yell at his butler, a small star in the sky began to move. Brighter and brighter until a flaming ball of fire descended towards Max's estate. "I swear the only thing that pulls its weight around here is my limo!" At that moment, what looked like a shooting star was actually a spaceship that crash landed right on top of Max's limo. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was a large crater in the ground and Monty's limo split in half and covered in flames. Max walked out his front door gazing at the damage. "Typical!" Max walked closer to the smoking crater. Suddenly a loud eerie voice spoke from below the wreckage. "Earthling detected. Return to your living quarters. Must carry out mission." "Yeah?! Well carry it out on someone else's property! I'll sue!" Max yelled. "This is your final warning. Return to your living quarters" the voice said once more. "Over my dead body I will," Max said picking up a baseball bat. "Your proposal is exceptable," the voice replied as a large arm reached up, grabbing Max by the face and dragging him into the hole. A loud ripping sound could be heard for a few moments accompanied by Max's screams. Minutes later, Max's hand reached up pulling himself up from out of the hole. Max's eyes glowed bright green for a moment as Max gave an evil grin. Something had literaly torn off Max's skin and was assuming Max's form. Something not human. Max then hoisted a large metalic saucer out of the crater. He rolled the ship over to the garage to hide it until morning. The next morning at Acme Looniversity, school was everything but peaceful. A short kid in torn jeans and a green and blue striped shirt and sneakers burst through the hall knocking down students one after the the other. Not far behind, Buster was running at top speed as he trailed after him. "Geez! This kid must be training for a marathon or somethin'," Buster said as he continued to give chase. Buster leapt into the air knocking the kid down with a flying tackle. Buster held him down against the floor."Kid! Do you know what this says?" Buster said holding the badge close to his face. "Hall monitor! You know what that means?! I'll drag you down to the principal ya road runner wanna be!" Buster helped him to his feet. The kid pulled a strange weapon from under his shirt pointing it at Buster. Buster immediatley grabbed his wrist causing him to drop the weapon. The gun disintegrated the moment it touched the ground. Buster slammed him against the wall. "Are you lookin' for trouble?" Buster said. "He's coming! I failed him and now he's gonna kill me!" the kid yelled absolutley terrified. "Yeah? Well when he gets here, I'll kick his butt too!" The kid turned around, thrusting his knee between Buster's legs. Buster let go of the kid and grabbed his injury. The kid took off once again running at top speed. Buster got to his feet and continued pursuit. The kid looked behind him and saw that Buster wasn't very far behind. He looked foward, seeing nothing but a dead end. He scanned the area looking for a way out. He looked above him, noticing an air duct. The only problem was it was a good ten feet above him. Buster was closing in. "There's no way he's gonna climb up to there that fast," Buster thought as he was only a few yards away. Buster was right. He didn't climb. He jumped ten feet into the air, dropping into the air duct. Buster stood there for a moment with his jaw dropped almost completely to the ground. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts Buster turned and ran up a flight of stairs. On the roof of Acme Loo, the kid sprang out of the duct and ran for the door that led to the stairs. He opened the door, finding Buster waiting for him."What's the hurry?" Buster asked grabbing the collar of his shirt. The kid just starred at him with an evil sneer."Your world's gonna end," he said blinking a second set of eyes. Buster let go of his collar."What the heck are you?" The kid took a running start and hurled himself over the roof. "Bugs isn't gonna believe this," Buster said walking back down the steps trying to figure out what happened. Later, in the principals office, Bugs Bunny and Foghorn Leghorn questioned Buster about the mysterious kid. "Now let me get this straight," Bugs began. "He blinked a second set of eyes after he pulled a weapon that disintegrated when it hit the ground?" "Yes," Buster said. "I say, if you ask me, Buster probably pushed him off the roof," Foghorn added. "Yeah? Well maybe you're next," Buster said. "Don't even think about it, son! You're only half the man I am," Foghorn said directly to his face. "What are you talkin' about, I am half the man you are?" Buster said poking him in the stomach. "Ten minutes! That all I need, Bugs," Foghorn said as if he was going to start a fight right there in front of the principal. "Easy, Foggy! Calm down," Bugs said escourting him out of the room to his classroom. Outside, Buster could see Bugs's shadow as well as Foghorn Leghorn's. Bugs and Leghorn talked for a minute outside. Then a third shadow of a very short person walked up to them. "Mr. Bunny? Mr. Leghorn?" a low voice that sounded familiar to Buster said, "Would you please look at this?" He held up an object that appeared to be no bigger than a pen. Suddenly there was a bright red flash of light. The two teachers stood there dumfounded as if they were in a trance. The door opened as Hamton stepped inside. But something was different about him. Hamton was completely dressed in black. Black jacket, tie, shoes, pants, sunglasses, and a white shirt. "They were gills, Buster." Buster looked confused. "What?" Buster asked. "The kid you chased, they were gills, not eyes. He was out of breath." Buster seemed to get more confused by the minute. "Let's go for a ride," Hamton said. Outside the Looniversity, Buster followed Hamton to a Ford Oldsmobile, black of course. As they drove, Hamton began to ask questions about Buster's incident."So this kid? You claimed he pulled a strange ray gun on you?" Hamton asked. "Yeah that's right," Buster said feeling a little bit better now that someone believed him. "Would you know it if you saw it again?" "Sure," Buster replied. Hamton gave a small smile. The car pulled up to the curb in front of a pawn shop. "Hey, this is where Plucky works," Buster said. "That's why we're here," Hamton said, opening the door. "You know it's not a good idea to leave your car out in the open like this. It's a bad neighborhood," Buster said. "Don't worry. I've got an alarm system." "No offense, Hamton, but the guys around here could steal your car while you were in the bathroom, alarm system or no alarm system," Buster said. Just as the two went inside, a teenager dressed in leather gazed through the window. He pulled out a crowbar from behind his jacket and jabbed it between the door. Just then the car's alarm system went off. There was a beep followed by a burst of electricity flowing from the car. The electricity melted the crowbar into a pile of goo. Still determined, he grabbed the handle of the car. There was a beep and a surge of electricity leaving nothing but a pile of black soot in place of the teenager. The longer Hamton was inside, the safer the car was. Inside the pawn shop, Buster approached Plucky. "Oh, hiya, Buster! Can I interest you in a nice watch?" Plucky said holding up a pile of obviously fake rolexes. "Plucky, I was wondering if you're selling something else. Like guns, weird ones." "Hey, Buster, what you see is what I got" Plucky said. "Why don't you show him the imports, Plucky" Hamton said stepping out from behind Buster. "O, hiya, Hammy. How are ya?" Plucky said in a nervous tone. "Show him the imports, now" Hamton said in a firmer tone. "Just hold on a second....." "I'm gonna count to three," Hamton said pulling a strange gun from his coat pocket. "One." "He'll do it, Plucky. I'm tellin' you, that pig does not look stable." "Two." "Plucky talk to me." "Don't worry, Buster he's just bluffin'. He wouldn't........" A flash of blue light shot from Hamton's gun as he pulled the trigger. "Three." "Hamton! How could you?" Buster said terriffied. "You insensitive reject from a butcher shop," came a low shrieking voice from under the counter. Plucky slowly stood up with a large hole in his forehead. "Do you know how much that stings?" Plucky said as his face recouperated in front of Buster's own eyes. "Show him the merchandise or you're gonna use up another head, Plucky." Plucky pressed a button under the counter. Walls and display cases flipped over, revealing several kinds of strange weapons Buster had seen in comic books. "Buster?" Hamton said. Buster gazed at the assortment. "There," Buster said pointing to one of the weapons. "In the middle." Hamton looked at where Buster was pointing. "You sold a reverberating carbonizer with mutate capasity to an unregistered sitholoid? Plucky you peice of......" "Well he looked okay to me," Plucky said shrugging. "It must've been for an assasination. Who's the target?" Hamton asked. "Beats me," Plucky said. "Don't tempt me," Hamton said with an angry look on his face. "That's confiscated, all of it. And you're on the next transport out of this sector, or I'm gonna come back and I'm gonna shoot you where it don't grow back," Hamton said putting his gun away in his coat pocket. Buster walked outside the shop with Hamton right behind him."What now?" Buster asked. "We've got to get back to headquarters," Hamton said getting back into the car. "So, Hamton," Buster began, "who you with? FBI, CIA NSA?" "Not exactly. I'm with an agencey that polices, monitors, and registers alien activity on the planet Earth," Hamton ansewered. The car pulled up to a tall skyscraper. The two stepped out and walked through the front doors. Hamton pressed a button opening the elevator doors. "All right look, before you swear me in or whatever, there's a couple of things we gotta get straight. First of all you chose me. I appreciate that. That means you recognize my skills. So I don't wanna be called sport, tiger, kid, slick, champ, or anything like that. Okay?" "Whatever you say," Hamton said. "But let me tell you something about your skills." The elevator doors swung open. "As of right now they mean absolutley nothing." The two stepped out into an enormous lobby crafted with stainless steel walls and glass doors. Hundreds of monitors flashed as several other toons in black suits sat at desks doing paperwork and bizarre looking creatures walked from desk to desk to get clearence. "Sort of like an intergalactic airport, huh?" Hamton said. Buster didn't answer. He was too busy gazing at the strange beings. Beings which had either multiple sets of eyes, several pairs of legs, or other strange characteristics. "So, Hamton, you still haven't told me. Which part of the government do we report to?" Buster asked. "None. They ask too many questions. They thought we abandoned this agency thirty years ago." "Well who pays for all this?" "We do. We hold the patents on a couple of devices we confiscated from some out of state visitors. Velcro, microwave ovens, lyposuction, you know. But first, you have to meet the boss." "Boss?" Buster said with a loud gulp. "Don't worry. He knows you already," Hamton said as he escourted Buster to a desk where a black swivel chair turned to face Buster. "Eh, what's up, doc?" Buster looked on with complete surprise to see Bugs behind the desk in a black suit munching on a carrot. "Welcome to headquarters, Buster." Buster felt slightly relieved knowing there were at least two people he knew there. "We've got an assignment lined up and waiting for you two. But first we'll have to do something about Buster," Bugs said. Hamton walked over to a desk and began tapping keys on a computer. "Come on, Buster," Bugs said opening a door." Let's put it on." "Put what on?" Buster said confused as he followed Bugs into what appeared to be a locker room. "The last suit you'll ever wear." Buster opened the locker Bugs pointed to. The locker was crafted with black steel and had the letter B engraved on top. Buster opened the locker and pulled out a white dress shirt, a black tie, black coat, black pants, white socks, and a pair of black sunglasses. "I suppose you guys issue underwear too?" Buster said with a chuckle. "Boxers or briefs?" Bugs said holding up two kinds of black underwear on hangers. Buster stood behind the lockers and got dressed while Bugs gave a speech. "You will dress in attire specificly issued by TIB special services. You will live where we tell you, eat where we tell you, and obtain our permission on a purchase of anything over a hundred dollars. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory what so ever. You are a rumor. Recognizable only as de ja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You never existed. You were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You are no longer part of the system. You are above the system. Over it. Beyond it. We are them. We are they. WE ARE THE TOONS IN BLACK." Buster stepped out from behind the lockers. Bugs stood there impressed at Buster's new look. Back at Hamton's desk, Hamton quickly taps keys and opens the Acme Acres Hall of Records. Under the space that read SUBJECT, Hamton typed BUSTER BUNNY. The screen flashed. Several files popped up all, with Buster's picture and signature. Hamton went down the files one by one. Social Secuirity-DELETED School record-DELETED PlayBunny magazine membership-DELETED Birth cirtificate-DELETED Medical Examinations-DELETED Arnold's Gym membership-DELETED Bank accounts-DELETED The screen then read COMMENCING FINAL DELETE. Buster's name appeared. One by one each letter of his name was deleted. BUSTER BUNNY BUSTER BUNN BUSTER BUN BUSTER BU BUSTER B BUSTER BUSTE BUST BUS BU B The final letter of Buster's name was high-lighted. The screen then read: DATABASE UPDATED-AGENT B. Buster walked out just as Hamton finished. "You know what the difference is between you and me?" Buster said as he slipped on his sunglasses. "I make this look good." Hamton smiled. The two approached Bugs for their assignment. "You said you had our assignment ready boss" Hamton said. "Yes. There was an unauthorized landing somewhere in upstate Acme Acres. We had several agents there earlier. They scanned the entire area and found a ship, but it's occupant made a clean get away." "What's the problem?" Buster asked sounding a little anxious. "It's a bug," Bugs replied. Underneath Hamton's glasses hiis eyes widened."Of course. The kid Buster was chasing kept saying someone was going to kill him because he failed," Hamton said. "Failed what?" Buster asked. "The gun you identified is mostly used for assasinations. He failed to assasinate someone." "But who?" Buster said. "The High Counselor," Bugs said. "Yeah. The Counselor is suppose to meet the advisor from Salaxia-9 to negotiate a peace treaty. If the High Counselor fails to show up Salaxia-9 will take as an insult and declare war. That's why the Bug is here," Hamton said. "Scanners show the Counseler is at the Weenie Burger. Get to the Counselor before the Bug does," Bugs said. Hamton and Buster got up and headed for the door. "H!" Bugs yelled. The two turned around. "Give B a weapon." Hamton led Buster to a large metal cabinet. Hamton pulled out what looked like a croam plated shotgun."Series 4-Deatomize" Hamton said. Buster reached for the gun. Hamton held it out of reach and held out a small gun that looked like it could fit in the palm of Buster's hand."Noisy Cricket," Hamton said closing the locker and walking back out the door. Buster stared at the tiny gun in confusion. It was better than nothing he thought. "I'm gonna take a wild guess here," Buster said as they got into the car. "We don't like bugs?" "Buster, imagine that a giant cockroach with unlimited strength, a massive inferiority complex, and a real short temper is at this very moment roaming around town in human form," Hamton said as he started the car "I'll take that as a yes," Buster replied. Meanwhile in a nearby alley across the street from the Weenie Burger... The bug in Max's form gazes at the Counselor with his glowing green eyes. He gives a long evil grin and then ran across the street to the back door of the Weenie Burger. Just then, the car pulled up to the curb. Buster and Hamton got out and made their way to the Weenie Burger's front doors. Hamton pointed as he looked through the door's glass window. "There's the Councelor," Hamton said. Buster couldn't believe his eyes. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. "Babs?! She's the High Councelor?" Buster said. "You wait here," Hamton said as he went inside. He sat down across from Babs at a nearby booth. Babs could tell right away something was wrong."Your majesty, you are in grave danger," Hamton said. "I know. The waiters ask for a bigger tip every time," Babs said with a chuckle. "A bug landed here. We must get you off the planet immediatley." "A bug! He must know why I'm here," Babs said frightened. "I think he does," Hamton replied. "Can I just wait for my food" Babs asked. Hamton nodded his head. In the kitchen, a cook placed a paper bag with Babs's order on the counter. "Six is up," he yelled to the waiter. The waiter picked up the bag."Hey where's the regular waiter?" the cook said not recognizing him. "Gave him a break," the waiter replied. As the waiter walked over to Babs's booth, the cook didn't notice the real waiter was underneath the counter, broken in half. The waiter placed the paper bag down in front of Babs. But just as the waiter let go of the bag, several cockroaches fell out of his sleeve and crawled around the table in front of Babs. Babs slowly looked up, looking right into Max's glowing green eyes. Too terrified to speak, Babs kicked Hamton from under the table. Hamton looked at Babs and then turned to see Max. Hamton knew right away. Hamton reached for his gun. But the Bug knocked Hamton through the window with its super strength. Max grabbed Babs and threw her over his shoulder as he raced for the door. Buster ran over to Hamton. "You okay?" he asked. "In a word," Hamton said, "no." Buster quickly turned around to see Max carrying Babs. Babs was screaming and swinging her arms trying to get free. Buster pulled the noisy cricket from his pocket and took aim. The gun hummed and fired a massive blast so powerful Buster was knocked three feet from the ground. When Buster looked again, there was a large hole in the side of a building. Buster got to his feet, took aim, and fired again. Just as before, Buster was knocked three feet from the ground. The blast managed to take out a chunk of another building's wall, causing broken slabs of concrete and bricks to fly in every direction. Max looked behind him, laughing at their pitiful attempt to stop him. Suddenly, Max tripped over a piece of concrete from what used to be a wall of a building. Max fell to the ground, dropping Babs. Max quickly got to his feet and reached for Babs. Just then a shot came from behind, landing close to his foot. Max turned to see Hamton on his feet with the deatomizer in his hands and running towards them. Max continued to run, leaving Babs behind. Hamton helped Babs to her feet as Buster ran over. "Everybody okay?" Buster asked. "Fine," said Hamton. "What about the bug?" Babs asked. "Don't worry he's not goin' anywhere. We got his ship," Hamton replied. Buster, Hamton, and Babs got into the car and drove off back to headquarters. Back at the pawn shop, Plucky was still recovering from the blast from Hamton's gun. Plucky was ready to close up for the night as he pulled out a set of keys. Suddenly the door opened. Max walked in with several portions of his skin decomposed with faded colors of green and brown. Bugs hated being jammed into human skin. "Can I help you?" Plucky asked. "I heard earlier that you were selling guns," Max said with his voice now suddenly changing to an eerie tone. "Earlier, I was. They were confiscated." "I wonder if you might also have a ship for sale," Max said. "Well, I might," Plucky said. Max pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. "And money is no object." Plucky snatched up the money and threw him a set of keys. "Would you like that gift wrapped?" Plucky asked counting the bills. Little did Plucky know that he was being watched through a hidden camera Hamton had planted earlier. Later at TIB headquarters, Babs has been placed in protective custody, and Buster and Hamton are called into Bugs's office."The bug is trying to make a break for it," Bugs said. "But I thought we had his ship?" Buster asked. "We do. He got another one." "How is that possible?" Hamton asked. Bugs turned on an overhead monitor and replayed the footage from the pawn shop. "Apparently Plucky doesn't just sell guns any more," Bugs said. Hamton slammed his fist on Bugs's desk. "Remind me to pay a visit to Plucky later," he said. "The bug is about to escape on a ship hidden underneath the Looniversity football field. You've got to stop him," Bugs concluded. Not wasting a minute, Buster and Hamton raced outside, piled into the car, and drove at top speed to the football field. However, Max had just arrived there. Following Plucky's instructions, he pushed a button underneath one of the bleachers. A hatch opened in the center of the field and Max hopped in. The hatch slammed shut and the entire field began to rumble. The car pulled up in front of the field. Buster began to run towards the field. "Hold it," Hamton yelled. Buster ran back to the car. Hamton opened the trunk as a tray popped up from the trunk holding an assortment of weapons. Hamton handed Buster a triple barreled blaster. Buster gazed at it. "Now this is more like it," Buster said. Hamton pulled out what looked like the world's biggest nastiest shotgun. "Let's go," Hamton said as he threw the gun over his shoulder and they walked towards the field. Inside, the field's fifty yard line opened, revealing a launch platform. A large ship shot into the air and soared overhead. Buster and Hamton ran inside just in time to see the ship fly by them. "All right we'll use pulsar level five with a sub-sonic implosion factor," Hamton said pressing buttons on the gun. "What?" Buster said confused. "Just shoot the damn thing on the count of three. One.......................Two........................Three!" Hamton yelled. Buster and Hamton pulled their triggers, firing a burst of blue energy into the air. The blasts struck the ship as the ship burst into flames. The ship began to drop at an alarming rate. It suddenly slammed into the ground, scraping across the fields astro turf. The ship suddenly came to a screeching halt in front of the two. The hatch slowly opened, revealing a lighted doorway. Buster searched around the gun looking at buttons and switches. "You know how to use these things?" Buster asked. "No idea whatsoever," Hamton said. Hamton cocked the blaster and grinned at Buster. "You idiots!" Max yelled as he walked down from the space craft. "You're under arrest for violating sections 4153 of the Tycode treaty," Hamton said. "So step away from your busted ass vehicle and put your hands on your head," Buster yelled. "Oh I see," Max said with an evil smile. "I'll put my hands on my head." Max grabbed the back of his head with both hands. "Like this?" Hamton and Buster raised their weapons. Max began to peel off his skin. Max's skin fell to the ground as Hamton and Buster's eyes widened in terror. In place of Max was a large cockroach with beady green eyes, razor sharp teeth and claws, and antennae bulging from its head. The bug roared. Buster cocked his blaster. The bug shot its long tongue at them, grabbing their weapons and pulling them into his mouth. He swallowed the guns with a loud gulp and knocked the two to the ground. "That didn't go very well," Buster said. "Whatever happens, don't let him get back on the ship" Hamton said brushing himself off. "What?" Buster asked. "Keep him on this planet," Hamton said as he got to his feet. "Hammy! where you goin'?" Buster yelled. "I'm gonna get my gun back," Hamton said as he approached the giant insect. "Hey! Hey bug! I'm talkin to you! Do you know how many of your kind I've swatted with a newspaper?" Hamton yelled running in front of him. "You're nothing but a smeer on the sports page to me, you slimy gut-suckin intestinal parasite! Eat me." The bug starred at him. "Eat me!!" Hamton yelled jumping up and down. The bug growled as it swooped down swallowing Hamton up whole. "Hamton!" Buster yelled. The bug began to move back to the ship. "Hey!" Buster yelled, picking up a nearby rock and throwing it at the bug. The rock bounced off the bug's head."Where you goin'?" Buster said as he picked up another rock. The bug turned and knocked him down before he could throw it. Buster was knocked against the bleachers as the bug was only inches away from the ship. Buster was running out of ideas. He had to keep the bug away from the ship. Buster suddenly stared at the bug's stomach. Buster saw an imprint of the guns inside the bug's stomach as well as Hamton trying to grab hold of one of them. Buster quickly scanned the area for any kind of weapon. But all the bleachers were bolted to the ground. Buster then suddenly spotted a bunch of roaches crawling around the remains of a hot dog. Buster stood up and walked over to the pile of roaches. The bug stepped closer and closer to his ship. Buster stepped on a roach with a loud crunch. The bug stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh-oh," Buster whispered. "I'm sorry. Was that your Aunty?" Buster said with a grin. The bug turned around growling."Than that means that that's your uncle then, huh?" Buster said crunching another roach. The bug began to walk away from his ship. "You know you all look alike," Buster said. As the bug came closer to Buster, Buster saw Hamton was closer to grabbing his gun."Now if that bug was your aunty," Buster said as he watched Hamton, "and that one was your uncle," Hamton grabbed the gun, "then that must mean that this one is," Hamton cocked the gun and found the trigger, "your Mom," Buster said as he crunched another roach. The bug exploded as it's body flew apart and yellow, green and brown slime rained down from above. Hamton lay in the pile of goo, dripping with slime and his gun in his lap. "Just going to get your gun back, huh?" Buster asked. "Well I like this gun," Hamton said as he patted the gun. "So what now?" Buster asked as he helped him to his feet. "Let's go have a long talk with Plucky," Hamton said. Buster and Hamton walked off the field towards the car. THE END ABSOLUTLEY NO ALIENS WERE HARMED OR MISHANDLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. A STORY BY RYAN FARNSWORTH ALL COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME AT FARNSO@AOL.com