“Another drawer has fallen into enemy hands,” the robotic voice of the Command Board said.
”Okay, okay, you said it about ten times,” Timmy growled. The breakfast army was losing by far.
The Command Board crackled and showed the image of the a troop leader and a communication device popped out of the side of the ship.
”Timmy Toast,” commanded the voice from the communication unit this is General… I mean dad, do you copy?” said the gherkin leading the pan squadrant.
”Sure thing, General… I mean papa.” Timmy yelled to his father over the wrecking noise in the kitchen.
”I want you to send our 12222222222nd quadrant and…” but the general Gherkin, Timmy’s father hadn’t time to finish his sentence. Timmy’s toaster was swerving and smoking!
”Engine failure?” Timmy said to himself. “How, in the first 12 minutes could there be an engine failure?” Timmy pulled the lever on his right and was instantly ejected from his seat. “Ping!” went the toaster. Timmy felt unprotected in the open and pressed a button on his pack and a lettuce popped out to break his fall. He landed on a flying saucer. The evil tomato at the control tried shooting at him but Timmy was on top of the saucer and stuck his fry into the tomato’s head. The ‘sword’ came out with ketchup on it and Timmy hesitated about what he should do. Finally he went for a bite of his fry and quickly jumped off. Timmy bit into his fry making a thumbs up. “Mmmmmmmmmm, tasty.”
As he saw the saucer swerving and eventually crashing, he released a cry of joy for his first hit. Timmy pivoted to see another saucer fire at him. The bolt ripped open Timmy’s parachute. As he landed (very unpleasantly) on his rear, he yelled “PREPARE TO EAT THIS UP!!!!” As it flew past, He pulled a pea grenade from his pocket and hurled it at the saucer. The grenade started bleeping and exploded. The saucer’s engine was superbly damaged and the saucer crashed into the sink. Timmy ran to the sink to find the tomatoes still alive.
“Now, it’s my turn to give you an engine failure!” he called happily. He was sprayed with a hail of citric acid that was launched from a canon, but dodged it by a split hairs breadth. Timmy was short of ideas and tried to rinse the sink.
He ran over to the tap and pushed it up. The second and last hail of acid unfortunately hit Timmy as its shooter was washed down the sink like a boat in a whirlpool. He looked up in the sky and saw that a fruit bowl was parachuting tomatoes. Timmy reached for his banana gun but couldn’t. He looked at his sleeve where his arm should have been but saw nothing! Then he thought back, the acid had dissolved his arm and felt like nothing would help it. He decided to forget it when he saw a bullet rip the air and the silence.
Timmy ducked and decided to pull his gun with his left hand and aimed it at the bowl. After 64 shots in one place the bowl finally gave way. Timmy turned around and pulled the trigger at a tomato but it was not a “Pow!” that came out of it, it was actually a “click”. He turned away and started running. But he stopped and turned to face 26 tomatoes. Timmy ran as fast as his legs would carry him.
”Surrender!!!” 26 more tomatoes yelled, jumping in front of the armless toast. Suddenly a huge pan crashed in front of them and a gherkin popped it’s head out.
”Now THAT was stupid…” General Gherkin said angrily and turned to face the 52 tomatoes, and then to Timmy “…and a stupid engine failure too,” he added. Now they were both stuck on edge of the stove, surrounded by the tomatoes.
”If you have a pistol it’s now that you should use it…,” Timmy warned.
”Good point.” said General Gherkin, pulling out 2 banana guns and firing them into all directions. The tomatoes dived for safety but not all of them made it alive. The fire continued for 3 minutes until General Gherkin ran out of ammunition.
The tomatoes came out with only 36 left and pushed the 2 over the ledge. Timmy fell on top of a button and his dad fell on the handle. The tomatoes saw that they were still alive and tried shooting.
”Timmy!” yelled the general, “Switch on the button!!”
Timmy woke up and saw that the tomatoes had pulled out the weapon that Timmy feared the most: the one that had dissolved his arm! Suddenly a wave of courage flew through him, he was not going to let himself die. He pulled himself up with his might and his leftover arm.
The button creaked, twisted and finally switched on. Flames spurted out of the oven and the tomatoes burnt. A loud “Clang” woke General Gherkin up. The general looked at his side. The weapon most feared by Timmy fad fallen onto the handle.
”Timmy?” asked the General, “Do you see the fridge that made those tomatoes? Can you see the acid thrower that dissolved your arm?”
”Yes” Timmy replied twice.
”Aim it on the fridge and switch it on full blast.”
Timmy switched the acid thrower on and a rain of green citric juice splashed at the fridge. The fridge slowly disintegrated and the leftover tomatoes melted in the deadly attack.
“Well…” Timmy said, “…guess we won after all.”
THE END
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