Chaos: noun complete disorder and confusion.

Kevin’s life was chaotic after he was caught with possession of illegal taco seasoning.

Today was the worst day ever in Squeakersville. It was suppose to be the day of

recognition for good deeds in the city, but it turned into an all out war. People were running for

cover as thunderous booms rang through the clouds. There had been no casualties for the first

two days; it had seemed people liked firing rounds off just to show they had something to use.

But that was then and over ten years later in the year 2567 the tide of battle had turned against the

Good Guys. The Good Guys (Yes that is their name,) were the prime fighting force of

Squeakersville.

Weston, the Good Guys squadron leader, was giving orders when his Lieutenant, Ronnie,

scurried to his side.

“Sir,” Ronnie shouted into Weston’s ear, “we lost our lateral artillery support and Philip

ate the last of our food.”

“Wait so we have no cover fire or food,” Weston asked Ronnie angrily gritting his teeth.

“That’s correct sir,” Ronnie said shivering in fear.

“ WELL YOU TELL PHILIP TO GET HIS BEHIND OVER HERE BEFORE I

HAVE TO GET IT MYSELF!!!!!!!” Weston screamed . Ronnie sprinted off into the distance,

without any further questions, screaming Philip’s name into every tent he came by.

“Over here,” Philip said gleefully skipping over to the entrance to the kitchen. Ronnie

explained the dilemma to Philip and told him that if he asked it was Jeremy’s fault.

“Hey I heard that,” Jeremy said pulling up in an AAV with the windows rolled down,

“you guys want a lift?” They both replied with a yes and hopped into the vehicle. Jeremy began

the 50 mile journey to Weston’s bunk. After numerous bumps and collisions with potholes and

trees they neared the tent.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and . . .” they all sang only to stop

after seeing the devastation.

“ WHAT DID YOU DO JEREMY!?!?” Philip shouted.

“ME, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” Jeremy replied.

“Sorry Ronnie told me to blame it all on you,” Philip replied giggling.

They all exited they vehicle staring in astonishment at Weston’s bunk house. It had been

obliterated into oblivion by enemy bombardments. They heard fire being exchanged on the other

side of the building and all ran to see what was going on.

“ GET OVER HERE YOU MAGGOTS!” Weston shouted as they all crawled over to

the bunker he was stationed at and peered over the deployable cover. They saw the enemies the

FBD (Fluffy Bunnies Of Doom; yes they are stuffed animals,) almost immediately Ronnie started

firing with his FBD exterminator. Philip ran at the FBD with his camouflage on as the others

gave him suppressantfire. He snuck behind them and planted a Black Helix.

Only moments later

the group of FBD imploded with cries of laughter coming from the Good Guys. Weston and the

gang helped Ronnie over to the medical bay. He had a deep Fluff Burn on his left leg preventing

him from moving. They placed him on one of the beds and stepped back a step.

“It seems we’re going to have to amputate it,” Weston said trying to hide his smirk.

“What!?” Ronnie shouted, “Why me?”

“Calm down, calm down,” Weston said sympathetically to Ronnie, “I was just kidding

we’ll just have to clean and wrap it; you’ll be better in no more than three hours.” Ronnie tried to

throw a punch at Weston but fell on to his cot laughing. The four guys jumped back into

Jeremy’s AAV and drove back to the Rec Room to grab a bite to eat. When they got there Philip

ran to the little boys room, but only minutes later ran back out screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Evil, Evil, Evil,” Philip shouted, “FBD in the bathroom.” Everyone ran back to the

bathroom with weapons in hand and took strategic positions waiting direct orders from Weston.

“Oh My Gosh,” Jeremy said over the COM, “What did you eat.” Philip started giggling

and eventually fell over on the floor laughing. Weston gave the orders and Ronnie kicked the

door down to the stall. Ronnie shouted as he was taken hostage by the six and a half inch FBD.

Weston took fluff to the face and fell over shouting. Jeremy was then taken down from behind by

a fluff tranquilizer, he fell over drooling on himself. It was up to Philip, he jumped to his feet

taking action. He pulled out his bat and charged.

“Swing away Philip, swing away,” Weston shouted. Philip took out the one holding

Ronnie, then attacked the one who hurt Weston.

“YOU KILL MY BROTHER,” Philip shouted as he attacked the second FBD.

“I’m not dead you idiot,” Weston shouted at Philip, “open your eyes.”

“Thanks for the tip,”

Philip said to Weston opening his eyes. He took out the enemy who

attacked Weston and placed a Face Repairer© on his face. He the sprinted at the one who

assaulted Jeremy next. He hit it so hard it flew through the wall. He injected an antidote into

Jeremy’s arm and helped him up. They all exited the bathroom in astonishment to the fact that

Philip took the enemy out by himself. Upon exiting they were greeted by Pizza Man Kevin.

“Did someone order a Small Country sized pepperoni pizza?” Kevin asked.

“Uh yeah, I did,” Philip replied handing him Weston’s credit card.

“Hey how did you get that?” Weston asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Philip replied. They all walked to the

cafeteria laughing. They sat down, ate pizza, and talked about the days events. Five hours later

they all headed toward their bunks thinking about how tomorrow might turn out. Although, they

didn’t know tomorrow wouldn’t be much different than today.