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Petpet Name: Kablooey
Pet Name: Gun
Breed: Short Fuse
It's far from unheard of for a commotion to break out on the streets of Krawk Island; where pirates congregate, scuffles are bound to break out. Still, this one is gaining a certain amount of attention from onlookers, as heated voices rise above the murmur of the crowd.
A group of toughs is surrounding a Draik. He seems remarkably unaffected by the direness of his situation. In fact, he's meeting the glowers of his opposers with a beaming grin.
"Now, now," he begins, in a 'let's be reasonable' sort of tone. "Why would you all be wantin' to menace a friendly fellow like me?"
A weedy Techo in a captain's hat scowls. "You broke into our treasure stores, stole everything, and set our ship adrift."
"And you said I smelled," a Skeith adds, his voice injured.
The Draik chuckles, waving a dismissive hand. "Well, you obviously misheard me, mate! I said you looked well. And, anyway--" Without any warning, he suddenly cuts off and tosses something at the semi-circle of glaring Neopets.
"It's a bomb!" cries one of them. "Run!"
The crowd scatters, along with the Draik, who quickly disappears among the confused chaos. A moment of silence passes... and another.
The Techo peers out from behind a building. His scowl reappears, and he strides back out into the open. "This isn't a bomb! It's a Petpet!" He plucks up the round, black object and holds it aloft so everyone can see it has a pair of eyes.
"I knew that," the Skeith says, hastily jumping up from his prone position on the ground. "Pretty stupid trick to pull. And who treats their Petpet that way, anyway?" His fellow pirates give him scornful looks for this show of compassion. "I mean... arr," he mumbles feebly.
The Techo is still examining the Petpet, thoughtful. "A Short Fuse, eh? You know, that Captain Gun has a certain reputation for, shall we say, not being in full possession of his marbles. It's possible he hasn't even realised this is a Petpet and not a bomb."
"Poor thing. We should take it in!" The Skeith pats the Short Fuse kindly. "Since you're a Petpet, you can't actually explode, can you?"
This question is answered as the Short Fuse explodes in the Techo's hand.
Or at least, it emits a thunderous boom, a flash of light, and a thick cloud of grey smoke. The startled pirate drops it with a yell.
"Where'd it go?" he hollers, waving an arm to dispel the smoke. "Get that thing!"
The Short Fuse is rolling its merry way down the street, and though it doesn't possess much in the way of facial features, it somehow manages to look distinctly amused.
"Let it go," the Skeith says. "I think that Petpet belongs with his owner, after all. They have the same sense of humour."
The Techo ignores this and chases after the Short Fuse, which rolls around at high speed, weaving through the forest of legs and obstacles in the street. The Techo is rather less manoeuvrable, and in the space of thirty seconds, he manages to knock over eight Neopets, trip, and fall headfirst into a barrel of fish.
He pulls his head out and carefully assumes a dignified posture. "Let it go," he proclaims wisely to his crew. "That Petpet belongs with its owner, after all."
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