Chapter 11: Who Reads Newspapers?

Nutello then grabbed a giant machine gun from her backpack, much too big to fit in it. "Alright, come and get some!" she growled, ready to kill the minions if she needed to. However, they didn't move. Nutello loaded her gun and shot one, and it went flying back into the wall and hit the wall, breaking into pieces. Nutello stared as sparks flew out of it.
"Wait a sec..." she said and approached the "minion". It was a robot.
"Huh...?" Anonsi raised an eyebrow. She touched another "minion", but it didn't respond. Also a robot.
"Ha!" Nutello grinned, "stupid Tired--"
"NUTELLO! ANONSI! COME IN!" yelled Tiggerpaka's voice from the walky-talky.
Nutello grabbed her walky-talky, realizing Tiggerpaka had panic in his voice. "Yes, emperor?!"
"Come back to the base. It's an emergency!" Tiggerpaka exclaimed. "No time to explain!"
"Right!" Nutello nodded, "over and out!" she turned to Anonsi. "Come on! Tiredblade must be attacking the base! And I am not letting him destory HQ again!"
Anonsi nodded. "Let's go!"

Nutello and Anonsi finally got back and scurried into the porta-potty. The elevator went down and they ran through the hallway. Nutello almost fell over a few times from running, yet Anonsi was swift and didn't fall at all. Nutello charged at the paw-presser and slammed her paw onto it, and the doors opened. Nutello rushed inside. "N...Nu...Nutello and An...Anonsi r...reporting..." she panted, "is everything alright?!"
Tiggerpaka faced them, "WE'RE OUT OF GRUBS!"
Silence. Nutello exchanged looks with Anonsi, then turned to Tiggerpaka. "...That's all?"
"We're out of GRUBS!!" Tiggerpaka repeated, looking devastated.
Nutello facepawed. "You made us come here ALL THE WAY from NEW YORK, just because you are out of grubs?! Are you kidding me?!"
"Being out of grubs is an emergency! We must get more!" Tiggerpaka insisted.
Anonsi rolled her eyes. "Great. The only thing we found out was that Tiredblade's minions were fake."
"Who's dis 'ere Tire'blade?" Yoho asked, scratching his head.
"The most foulest creature in the world," Tiggerpaka glared.
"An' waz dis 'ere New Pork city?" Yoho raised an eyebrow.
"New York," Nutello corrected him.
"Yeah, Nuthead, that's what I said. New Pork," Yoho nodded.
Nutello sighed. "Well, get the helicopters out again. We're going back to New York."
"Can I come 'long with yehs to New Pork?" Yoho asked.
"No!" Anonsi exclaimed.
"YES," Tiggerpaka said, "please take him with you. He's driving me nuts."
Nutello sighed. "Fine..."

The helicopters landed in New York and Nutello stepped out, followed by Anonsi and Yoho, who was marveling at the city. "I've never bin to a city 'fore!" he beamed, "look a' all teh flashin' lights! An' it's loud 'ere..."
"Just follow me, Yoho," Nutello said.
"You got it, Nuthead," Yoho grinned.
Sighing, Nutello lead the way into the city. She scootched along the walls, and so did Anonsi and Yoho, making people give them weird looks. Nutello then peeked around the corner. The way to the subway was there. Nutello ran for it and went down the stairs, Anonsi and Yoho close behind.
As they walked down, Yoho found a button on the wall. "What does this button do?" he asked, and he pressed it.
"Yoho, don't--!" Nutello began, but was cut off.
A security guard approached. "You rang the button, what's the problem?"
"Er...I am sorry sir," Nutello said, changing her voice to a British accent, trying to be "undercover", "but my good friend here, um...Alexander, he is a bit curious and accidentally pressed the button. We do apologize and we'll make sure he doesn't do it again."
"My name ain't Alex--" Yoho began, but Anonsi kicked him.
The security guard looked at them, muttered something about "freaks", then walked away.
"Yoho, you gotta be more careful!" Nutello snapped.
"Well, I never bin to teh big city before, so 'scuse me!" Yoho protested.
Anonsi sighed. "We'll never get to the base at this rate..."
Nutello sat on the bench. She grabbed a newspaper and read an article.

HIDDEN ARMY?

Citizens claim to see a missile.

A missile had came out of the city and flew south, but no one knows where it landed or where it was heading for. Although the U.S. military is expected to be responsible, they claim that they weren't supposed to be launching any missiles that day.

"When I saw it," said Miss Smith, owner of the barber shop, "it flew right over the building. I didn't know what it was doing, but it looked like it came from Central Park."

Nutello looked up from the newspaper. "Wait. Tiredblade's base is in...Central Park!"

Author's Note:

Derp.