PIE

Action Team in.... =PIE!!= BANG………….POW………………..POW. The action team were battling some unknown attackers who were covered in pastry, Tom Dodds is battling one and a huge roundhouse kick hits the temple of that pastry man, killing him instantly. Jackson Lever quickly jumps as high as he can and……..BAM! Jackson wacks one over the head with his gun and the gravy flowed freely. BANG, BANG! Two simultaneous shots, one by Darcy Humphreys and another by James-Michael Hay results in a pastry man in a pool of his own gravy. “HA; HA; HA.” Laughs someone, while applauding the Action Team for destroying //his// minions. “The Action Team will suffer in my hands. HA; HA; HA! Lure the Action Team into pastry field and capture Mr. Dodds or anyone else you can get your pastry han…. Wait I have an even better idea. Attack the statue of liberty!” “Sir, yes sir,” said an unknown figure “Who sent those things?” asks James-Michael back at the Action Team’s base. “I’ll check on the computer,” says Darcy as he sits down and types ‘//pastry attacks field//’ into the Google search. “It’s a newspaper article.” says James- Michael. “Yesterday at 4:50 pm while a family went for a stroll through the park they where suddenly attacked and murdered by some men covered in pastry. The parents, Billy and Alexia Washington were killed instantly. We have one witness who saw the whole thing, as he was in the family. He was there only son and he managed to get out alive. Blake Washington was the survivor.” Jackson skipped the interview and read the finish. “We have some footage of the attack and it reveals the attackers look exactly like sausage rolls. Tune in tonight for the special report ‘Sausage rolls with a side order of blood’ only on channel 10,” read Jackson. “That article that doesn’t really tell us anything that we didn’t already know,” says Tom “It does clarify that the attackers are sausage rolls, that provides us with some info on the threat,” pipes in James-Michael looking proud. “Yeah it does, but that only gives us the attackers, they wouldn’t send there own leader into battle,” exclaims Darcy. Tom was sitting at the villo finder typing ‘sausage rolls’ into it. There was a buzzing noise as the computer intercepted the request. In a matter of seconds there was a villain on the monitor. The Talking Pie. “He likes to pastryise planets? What a freak!” exclaims Tom “We have to stop him,” shouts Jackson. “But how?” asks Darcy. “The Statue of Liberty is under attack by these sausage roll creatures,” read the newsreader. “OH and here comes the Action Team, WOH, look at them go. This is channel 10 news and we’ll get more on this story as it develops.” ‘BANG……POW. “GRENADE.’…………..BANG. “ON ME, ON ME!” called Tom as his team hurried to Tom and behind his cover. “LASERS AT READY, TEAM, READY, AIM, FIRE!” “It looks like an oven and the sausage rolls are cooked and ready to be eaten,” laughed the newsreader at his own lame joke. “Thankyou for watching channel 9 news and goodnight.” “Quickly men back in the plane. Darcy watch the news,” says Tom “Yessss,” shouts Darcy and jumps on the couch. “James reload. Once you’re finished help Jackson research.” Says Tom, continuing his orders. “MINE”……………. “GRENADE.”…………….BANG…. “MAN DOWN.” “The raging battles continue between Action Team and the Sausage Rolls. We were able to catch up with the leader of Action Team after there latest battle, Mr. Thomas Dodds,” reads the newsreader. “According to our information the Sausage Rolls are acting under the orders of someone or something called the Talking Pie. He seems to want to pastryise Earth,” says Tom. “WHAT……..Ahhhh I mean how are you planning to stop this Pie…. From taking the world and putting it into a big pastry ball,” reads the newsreader, clearly showing his fear. “In would rather not discuss this here and now, just in case the Pie has a television. If anyone wants anymore information on the situation we will be holding a press conference at the Parliament house in Canberra Australia. Anyone is welcome to come but they must be willing to be searched for safety,” says Tom rather comfortably. “It will be held at 8 O’clock sharp.” “Send for a group of soldiers to take a second attempt of pastryising the Statue of Liberty,” orders the Pie. “Remember the conference, we will send another group of rolls to the conference and they will capture two members. The other two will have a choice, save the Statue or kill their friends.” “Thankyou all for coming, firstly I wou... AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” starts Tom but at that precise moment he and Jackson are sucked into the sky and are sent flying through the roof into a ship. “The Statue of Liberty is under attack,” mumbles the T.V under the roar of the audience. “Start your jetpack,” shouted James over the roar of his own. They quickly set off after the ship. They were speeding after what they have now realised was a jet. They were close enough that they were choking on the smoke. “We’ve got to take a shot at the turbine,” shouts James. “We’ll have to use our glove lasers. READY, AIM, FIRE!” Darcy’s shot glided straight at the left turbine. The shot ricochets off thin air and charges back at Darcy. Darcy gets hit and is knocked for a loop. “DARCY,” screams James as he watches Darcy fall at a rapid pace. He quickly throws a tracing device at the jet and speeds after Darcy. The wind pressure slowed him down and made it hard for him to see. He could just see Darcy only a few thousand feet from the ground. He hated the wind at that moment as he squinted to see Darcy. Suddenly he remembered his new rope reel device. He blasted it and hoped to snag onto something. He pulled up a light and shot again. He hoped for the best. It was happening in slow motion. It’s ………. “Good job, you have Mr .Dodds and Mr. Lever. Now quickly take off their armour and confiscate there weapons. HURRY UP!!” shouts the angry Pie. “The Earth as sent there pitiful armed forces to fend off our attack on the Statue of Liberty but they are no match for us.” ......it caught something, it reeled him in. He hit the ground with a huge thud and looked to the heavens......Nothing. It was all over. James was about to break down. “AHHHHH.” That woman was pointing in the sky. James couldn’t believe it. He was looking at Darcy. He was so far away, James lunges, fingers outstretched........ “C’mon men lets finish ‘em off,” panted the sergeant of.... THE ARMY???? “Let’s stop playing. Kill them,” orders the head sausage roll. Suddenly every single sausage roll got out their tomato sauce grenade launches. They fired wiping out every single soldier with a single flurry. “That was too easy, now pastryise the Statue you maggots!” The Statue of Liberty was now the Statue of Pastry! .........he was so close, but yet so far away, his hands stretched, his fingers brushing his uniform. He tried to get his palms under Darcy. OH NO HE CAN’T HOLD HIM UP!!! Darcy is a goner.. Wait... the citizens are holding them up. They’re safe! Later that day, Darcy was lying in a nearby hospital, unawares of all that had happened. He was awakened by a slow beep........beep.........beep. Where was it coming from? It was an incoming transmission from James. He had gone after the ship. Apparently the tracker had stuck onto the force field. “Hurry I’m not going that fast you should be able to catch up,” coughed up the transmitter. Darcy had flown away in a matter of seconds. Darcy was //__still__// flying solo and was just above the jet according to the tracking device. He dove and a bullet whizzed past his ear. He scrambled to turn on his heat vision and saw a battle going on! It was around one hundred things against one. Darcy had to think for one second and knew it was James against the sausage rolls. Darcy arrived next to James and behind his cover. They fire over the pastry mound at the rolls. They had already realised this was Pastry Field. The battle raged on and soon a grenade came flying over the barrier. Darcy runs far enough to shield the blast but James hasn’t moved. “RUN!” James runs…..but not towards Darcy, towards the rolls! He fires like a maniac. BANG! The grenade exploded and sent James flying into the wall. Out of desperation Darcy took out his bazooka and killed //__all__// the retreating Sausage Rolls. Darcy stops and takes everything in. Darcy feels the cool touch of a gun barrel pointed squarely at his spine. “Walk,” says the Head Sausage Roll. PING! A gun was fired. The victim lay dead on the pastry. James was on his feet, pistol in hand. “It says here that the Pie is on the top floor and so is the jail thing,” whispers James. “I’ll call the elevator,” says Darcy, pushing the button. Suddenly another elevator appeared about 300m away, rendering the other one useless as it disappeared into the wall. Before they could take a step towards the elevator a maze arose from the floor. It took only seconds to get to the elevator, they would soon find out this was a warm up challenge for the thing behind the elevator. The …. “Your friends will soon die just like you,” laughs the Pie, spitting on Tom and Jackson. Tom asks. “How are they going to die by walking into an elevator?” “Oh that’s not an elevator that’s my….. … DEATH COURSE. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” scream Darcy and James together. Darcy throws a stone onto the platform and watches it and the platform fall into a pool of lava, 1000 metres down. Darcy and James jump across and hurriedly a reach a bridge. A fountain of lava rises up and goes down. It happens again. Without speaking Darcy grabs a length of unbreakable wire and lowers himself down onto the bottom of the platform. He hears the eruption but there’s no fire at the bottom. He runs across the bottom and climbs to the top of the platform and James follows. The sprint to the opening……the door opens………there’s the Pie… OH NO they’ve been caught by some rolls. “TAKE THEM AWAY,” screams the Pie. “Let go of me you pastry face,” says Darcy angrily. James who has his arms free quickly and quietly unclips his laser and kicks it to Tom and Darcy. He starts struggling and gets hit the face. Once the rolls and the Pie are gone, Jackson cuts the bars. Jackson and Tom sneak up on the rolls holding Darcy and James and stab them in the back. EVERYONE IS FREE! The Action Team ran after the Pie. They ran through the base. There was the Pie, leaving in a helicopter. “I WILL SUCCEED!” screams the Pie over the roar of the chopper. “Damnit he got away……HEY WHERE’S TOM!!!” There was Tom, out on the pies tomato sauce snow. He was speeding down the hill on a snowmobile with a determined look on his face. At the perfect time he flew off a slope…. What was he doing! He jumped off landing on the snow. As the snowmobile’s engine roars and soars into the helicopter. Nobody could possibly survive that collision. “See you soon Action Team.” THE END?
 * MEANWHILE AT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY......**