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The pounding on the wooden door that led to the dungeon under Bushroot's greenhouse was still going strong. The line of cursing and threats showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, either.

"Serves him right for frying my new Bouncy Blasto Ball." Huffed Quackerjack, as he laid another card on the table. "Thanks for letting me use your neato dungeon to teach him a lesson, Bushy." added the jester, perking up a bit, and stealing a glance at Megavolt's battery they had struggled off of him before shoving him into the dark dungeon, which was now propped up against a nearby wall. Bushroot flushed at the praise, although diffacult to see through his green skin. He waved it off.
"Oh, it's nothing." he said quickly. He didn't have a card to play, or atleast he didn't think he did; the 'game' the two of them had been playing while they waited for it to be over was one that Quackerjack himself had made up, and Bushroot was fairly certain the only real rule was 'Quackerjack wins'. Infact that was the name of the game. The botanist was just playing along to keep his mind of the angry screaming that had been coming from behind that door. He didn't understand what Megavolt's problem was; it was obvious his plants were still at bay at the other end of the large dungeon. 'Although they won't be for long, with all of that screaming.' Bushroot thought to himself.

Suddenly the pounding stopped. Megavolt had gone silent mid-death threat. When his voice was heard again it was whiny and meek, all anger seemed to had dissipated.
"Uh... guys? There's something in here... something's moving! OH COME ON! Let me out already Quacky, I said I was sorry for breaking your stupid toy..." he cried, sounding on the verge of tears. Quackerjack 's eyes narrowed at the mention of his toys being called stupid, then giggled evilly.
"Well it's about time those plants of yours woke up, Bushroot! 'Ol Sparky's about to get the tickling of his life! Hee-hee." twittered the nutty duck. Bushroot paled a little, sitting up straight.
"... T-tickle?" he studdered, fussing with his hands and accidently dropping most of his cards. The game had pretty much been dropped anyway, no pun intended. Quackerjack raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, tickle... that IS what those things DO, isn't it?" this was more of a statement than a question. Bushroot tried responding, but it just came out in a jumble of studdering. It was interrupted by a blood-curtling scream that slowly faded as if the rodent was being dragged farther and farther from the door.

Quackerjack spun around in his chair to face the door from which he had just heard the horrific scream of his best friend. As the screaming finally ebbed away completely, he turmed back to Bushroot. The jester's eyes were wide, his big beak open in disbelief and horror.
"Those aren't tickling tentacles, are they?" he squeeked. Bushroot took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh, he'll be fine. A little sore, heh heh... but fine."

XD ... Hmm. Started out as a sketchbook doodle, was seeing if I could draw him from memory. But I ended up forgetting about his battery and chest outlet thingy. I was gonna add them, but then I noticed he looked scared. Well ofcorse! He's powerless without his battery... I think? So I left them out. Then I thought, hmmm... what is he cowering from? Darkwing? Naaah. Too obvious. OH. TENTACLES. Yes.

I tentacles. Megavolt does not. Poor Sparky.

Megavolt (c) Disney

Description
The pounding on the wooden door that led to the dungeon under Bushroot's greenhouse was still going strong. The line of cursing and threats showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, either.

"Serves him right for frying my new Bouncy Blasto Ball." Huffed Quackerjack, as he laid another card on the table. "Thanks for letting me use your neato dungeon to teach him a lesson, Bushy." added the jester, perking up a bit, and stealing a glance at Megavolt's battery they had struggled off of him before shoving him into the dark dungeon, which was now propped up against a nearby wall. Bushroot flushed at the praise, although diffacult to see through his green skin. He waved it off.
"Oh, it's nothing." he said quickly. He didn't have a card to play, or atleast he didn't think he did; the 'game' the two of them had been playing while they waited for it to be over was one that Quackerjack himself had made up, and Bushroot was fairly certain the only real rule was 'Quackerjack wins'. Infact that was the name of the game. The botanist was just playing along to keep his mind of the angry screaming that had been coming from behind that door. He didn't understand what Megavolt's problem was; it was obvious his plants were still at bay at the other end of the large dungeon. 'Although they won't be for long, with all of that screaming.' Bushroot thought to himself.

Suddenly the pounding stopped. Megavolt had gone silent mid-death threat. When his voice was heard again it was whiny and meek, all anger seemed to had dissipated.
"Uh... guys? There's something in here... something's moving! OH COME ON! Let me out already Quacky, I said I was sorry for breaking your stupid toy..." he cried, sounding on the verge of tears. Quackerjack 's eyes narrowed at the mention of his toys being called stupid, then giggled evilly.
"Well it's about time those plants of yours woke up, Bushroot! 'Ol Sparky's about to get the tickling of his life! Hee-hee." twittered the nutty duck. Bushroot paled a little, sitting up straight.
"... T-tickle?" he studdered, fussing with his hands and accidently dropping most of his cards. The game had pretty much been dropped anyway, no pun intended. Quackerjack raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, tickle... that IS what those things DO, isn't it?" this was more of a statement than a question. Bushroot tried responding, but it just came out in a jumble of studdering. It was interrupted by a blood-curtling scream that slowly faded as if the rodent was being dragged farther and farther from the door.

Quackerjack spun around in his chair to face the door from which he had just heard the horrific scream of his best friend. As the screaming finally ebbed away completely, he turmed back to Bushroot. The jester's eyes were wide, his big beak open in disbelief and horror.
"Those aren't tickling tentacles, are they?" he squeeked. Bushroot took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh, he'll be fine. A little sore, heh heh... but fine."

XD ... Hmm. Started out as a sketchbook doodle, was seeing if I could draw him from memory. But I ended up forgetting about his battery and chest outlet thingy. I was gonna add them, but then I noticed he looked scared. Well ofcorse! He's powerless without his battery... I think? So I left them out. Then I thought, hmmm... what is he cowering from? Darkwing? Naaah. Too obvious. OH. TENTACLES. Yes.

I tentacles. Megavolt does not. Poor Sparky.

Megavolt (c) Disney