"Come on!" Sheriff motioned for Blizzard to follow him. As they closed the
entrance, they got the idea of how dark it was. Rummaging thorough the handy
bag, Sheriff found a flashlight with full batteries. He turned it on, and they
began to walk through vast, dark tunnels. Several times, they had to stop and
changed directions, or head back. Eventually, they found the correct way, and
this time began to sneak up on Bob, who was counting his stolen money.
"Okay, you stay here, and I'll come back." With that, Sheriff began to creep
down to the giant Chia, slowly making his way, one little baby step at a time.
He raised his ray gun as he got closer. When he was very close, he jumped in
front of the Chia, and yelled, "AHA! I HAVE…you… wait a minute…" He looked at
the lifelike cardboard cut-out. "That can't be good…" He began to look around,
when suddenly a lasso rope was thrown at him.
"MUHAHA! I have you now! You're coming with me!"
"Says who? I'm staying right here!" Bob yanked on the rope, and Sheriff was
rudely dragged across the cold ground.
"Ouch! Okay, I'm coming." Bob dragged Sheriff off somewhere. There was more
twisting pathways, but eventually, they stopped, and Bob tied Sheriff to a large
and tall stalagmite. He then went back to wherever he had been before.
Sheriff began to try and reach in his pockets for something, when he remembered
he was on stilts. He got out his legs. He then took one foot and raised it,
trying to use his claws on his foot to cut the rope. After a few minutes of
unsuccessful attempts, he finally got free.
"And the Sheriff gets out of another situation!" He tried to recall where
Bob had gone, and began to go around passages. He later got to the area where
Bob had been, but he wasn't there. He found Blizzard, and both of them began
to look through the bag for something useful.
"Food packets, paper, hand fan, pencil, don't they have anything useful?"
Sheriff was beginning to panic.
"Don't worry, just keep looking, I'm sure we'll find something," Blizzard
said calmly, and the search continued.
"Well, I found some more rope and a belt, but I don't think anything else
is in there." Sure enough, the seemingly endless bag of goodies had reached
its end. Sheriff sighed, and sat down.
"Well, so much for being a hero… wait a minute!" He aimed the flashlight on
the ground, and saw big footprints. He began to trace them, and the prints went
on for quite a while. Blizzard was careful to stay behind him, making sure he
didn't lose sight of the Lupe or that he wasn't too close. The prints began
to go upwards, and Sheriff sighed in disappointment as he saw the long drop
ahead. Looking at the footprints further, he saw that Bob must have had some
equipment to go down. He turned to Blizzard. "I think I have a solution. Get
the rope out."
Blizzard followed the instructions, even though he had no clue what Sheriff
was doing.
"Now get the belt out," Sheriff instructed, and Blizzard rummaged through
the bag and took out the belt. Sheriff buckled the belt around his waist, and
tied the rope to the belt.
"Hold the rope in your mouth, and don't let go until I come back!" With this,
Sheriff gave Blizzard the rope, who held it in his mouth. Sheriff gave the rope
a few good tugs to check the quality, and it proved to be fine. He began to
climb down, when his foot slipped, and he was left suspended in the air. Luckily,
Blizzard saw what happened, and slowly lowered the rope. Sheriff began to descend
further to where Bob was, this time without any troubles. He signaled to Blizzard
to stop when he got close enough. He again took out his ray gun, and began to
aim at Bob, who was sleeping.
Blizzard was waiting up at the top, when he felt a sneeze coming on. He tried
every method he knew to stop, and they delayed it, but eventually…
"ACHOO!" With the humongous sneeze, he let go of the rope, and Sheriff hit
the ground. The sneeze echoed throughout the cave
"What the-" Sheriff saw that Bob was awake. He quickly aimed the ray gun,
and squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened.
"Just my luck," Sheriff muttered as he saw that the energy in the ray gun
had drained. He shook it, hoping that would work, but it didn't. Meanwhile,
Bob was fully awake.
"YOU AGAIN! How many times do I have to deal with you?" He pulled out his
Grand Lighting Beam, and didn't even bother aiming. Sheriff ducked and dodged
the blasts, when an idea came to him.
"Blizzard! The batteries! Toss down the batteries!"
Blizzard heard from the top, and looked through the bag quickly. He found
pack of the batteries for the gun Sheriff had received from the weapon shop,
and threw it down.
Meanwhile, Bob had Sheriff cornered.
"Well, I have to admit you are the most troublesome Sheriff ever, but you
won't bother me again! MUHAHA!"
"Do you always have to laugh like that?" Sheriff was getting annoyed with
it.
"Yes! Now shut up and die!" Just as he was about to blast Sheriff, the batteries
bonked him on the head.
"Ouch!"
Sheriff lunged for them, and tore them out of the pack. He looked around the
ray gun, and sure enough, there was a battery area. He popped two in, but Bob
at this time had recovered and swiped the gun from him.
"Can't you use anything else?"
"Actually, you destroyed my other weapons."
"Oh yeah. Where were we?"
"You were about to surrender and go into handcuffs."
"Nice try. Now here's a taste of your own medicine!" He fired the ray gun,
but he had forgotten what had happened to Sheriff. The ray gun backfired again,
and Bob was hit with the full force. He stumbled around, dazed from the shock.
"But Mom, I can't go to school, I have to hold up the bank," he muttered,
and fell down.
"All right! Score one for the Sheriff!" Sheriff danced around, before remembering
he had one problem.
"Uh, Blizzard, you wouldn't happen to have anything up there, would you?"
Blizzard had to rummage through all of their supplies to find some extra rope.
"Yeah! Here, I'll hold it, and you can attach it to your belt!"
Blizzard tossed down the rope, and Sheriff, holding on Bob, tied the rope
to his belt. With a lot of effort, Blizzard pulled the two out. They had to
find their way back, which took a while, but they soon saw the day of light.
Sheriff had to tie the unconscious Bob onto his Uni, who hated him and was happy
to help. He also gave the Uni the stolen items in a large bag. The group then
walked out into the desert toward the town. Sheriff was grinning widely, even
though he knew he really couldn't be Sheriff due to his age.
About two hours into the desert, Sheriff heard a faint noise, and quickly
looked upward, but there was no avalanche. He heard the noise again, and his
heart began to beat faster.
"Do you hear that?" Blizzard shook his head.
Five minutes later, the sound increased. Sheriff dismissed it, but in another
five minutes, it came back and got louder, and louder, and louder…
"Can't you hear that?" Sheriff kept glancing back, but nothing was happening.
"Now that you mention it, I can hear something. Maybe we should go faster."
Both Uni's increased their speed, but the sound got closer, until Sheriff could
identify it.
"SANDSTORM!" Blizzard and the other Uni turned around, and sure enough, the
sandstorm was coming closer. They began to run as fast as possible.
At this time, Bob began to wake up. He saw that he was tied to his Uni, and
he saw Sheriff.
"YOU GET ME OFF OR YOU"LL REGRET THIS!" Just then, he saw the sandstorm. "DON'T
GET ME OFF THIS!" The storm was catching up to them. Sheriff looked back, and
predicted the storm would hit them in ten seconds, nine, eight, seven…
"Wait! You can fly right?" Blizzard knew what he meant, and told the other
Uni. They Unis took flight, and made it.
Just then, Bob got out of the ropes he was in. Sheriff saw this and prepared
himself. Bob lunged at Sheriff, jumping from his Uni. Blizzard simply moved
aside, and Bob tumbled to the ground.
"Well, that wasn't smart," Sheriff remarked as he watched Bob hit the sand
storm.
"Should we save him?" Blizzard asked.
"Well, I guess so… but let's wait until the storm has passed."
After waiting out the storm, the two flew down, to find Bob on the ground
unconscious again.
"Whew, that was close. Let's get him to the town and fast, before he wakes
up again!" Sheriff got the other Uni down, and they resumed their walk without
another adventure. Finally, Sheriff was right outside the town. When the townspeople
came, they saw him with Bob, and there was a shocked silence. Then the Kyrii
who owned the weapon shop began to clap, and everyone else began to cheer and
applaud Sheriff. The mayor saw this, and came out. He set up a small portable
platform like in the town hall. The townspeople also applauded the mayor, and
he accepted it. The townspeople began to talk among themselves.
"Can you believe it?"
"What a great mayor!"
"He always knows who to pick for the right jobs!"
"The mayor is so great!"
"Let's show him how much we care!" They tossed the mayor several small items.
Sheriff gave the unconscious Chia to several other pets, who took him to the
town jail. He then passed around the stolen items. Knowing his time was up,
he began to walk away. The town waved goodbye. But at this time, his stilts
had taken all the abuse possible. Considering what he had done, it was amazing
how long they had lasted. But now, they snapped with a loud CRACK! He tumbled
down, and everyone gasped. They all rushed over to see what had happened. Sheriff
stumbled out of the trench coat, and everyone saw his real size and age. They
all turned to the mayor, whose jaw was hanging open, and began to talk among
themselves again.
"Can you believe it?"
"What a lousy mayor!"
"He never picks the right people for the job!"
"The mayor is so rotten!"
"Let's throw food at him!" This came from an excited pet that hurled a tomato
at the mayor. It hit him, and that started everyone else. Where the food came
from nobody knew, but by the time the mayor convinced everyone he didn't know
Sheriff's true age, he was covered with everything from tomatoes to chocolates.
The crowd went back into their homes, and the mayor came over to Sheriff. "You
know, being Sheriff takes responsibility, dedicated work, and not to mention…
BEING THE RIGHT AGE! ARE YOU CRAZY KID! YOU NEARLY GOT ME A BAD REPUTATION!"
All Sheriff heard was, "Blah blah blah blah, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! BLAH BLAH
BLAH!"
"Yes mayor," he responded in what he hoped would be a tone which would sound
right. He then packed up his coat and the remains of the stilts. The mayor had
his sheriff badge. The mayor looked at it, and then gave it to Sheriff.
"Here you go kid. You can have this as a souvenir."
Sheriff pinned it onto his fur, beaming. After a quick goodbye to Blizzard,
along with an explanation, he was on the next bus to Faerieland.
Detective was resting on a couch, watching television. He turned the channel,
and jumped a little when he heard the word Sheriff.
"No, it couldn't be…" He turned up the volume.
"Yes, this Sheriff saved Dusty town from the diabolical outlaw, Bob." Detective
laughed in relief. It was hard to know what his brother was up to, but at least
he wasn't on the news. Just then, the door opened. Detective turned around.
"There you are! Dinner's almost ready, and I had to repair that hole myself!
I hope…you…" Detective stopped in amazement for the second time that day. Sheriff
was carrying his coat, stilts, and on his fur was a badge. At a closer glance,
Detective saw that it was a sheriff's badge. Sheriff noticed him glancing at
it, and ran to his room. Detective stared at his room.
"He didn't… he couldn't… he probably got it the toy store or something… yeah."
He then turned his attention to dinner.
Sheriff crept up to Detective.
"Can I help?" Detective jumped. It seemed being a Cybunny affected his senses.
He turned around and scowled.
"NO!" He tossed in a carrot, and then went over to another room to get some
more ingredients. Sheriff looked at the normal dinner.
"Yuck!" He glanced at some ingredients Detective had left.
"Maybe I'll just help a little," he said, and began to toss in a little of
this and that. Detective came back, and Sheriff stopped. Detective began to
mix in the ingredients, and when he left again, Sheriff tossed in more things.
At dinnertime, Detective took out his meal. He opened the lid to get a good
looked, then gasped. The stuff in there had turned a toxic looking rainbow colour.
He glared at Sheriff, who tried his innocent smile. "I said not to help!"
"Well, why not try it?"
Detective shook his head. "NO! Looks like we're going to have to toss this
out." He threw out the mess, and it spattered over the garden. Sheriff glanced
out a window.
"Today was a great day. I should write about it in my journal."
"Sheriff, you don't have a journal."
"Can I get one?"
"I'm not even going to answer that." Sheriff sighed and switched windows.
He looked past the garden, and then noticed something strange.
"Uh, Detective--"
"Just stay there and be quiet! I need to cook something else."
"But Detective--"
"JUST SIT! Geeze!"
"I really think you should--"
"YOU CAN NOT HELP!"
"You know that garden we have?"
"Of course I--" Detective realised something was wrong. "What now?" He came
over to the window, and stared.
Outside, the plants had begun to mutate from the mixture, just like the one
in the pot that was caused by Sheriff. They did something different though.
They began to grow larger, and larger until they had gotten taller than the
house. Detective turned to Sheriff.
"You are in so much trouble!"
Sheriff turned around. "You threw it out!"
"At least I didn't cause it become that junk!"
"Well, you uh, you threw it out!" There was a sudden CRASH! The brothers
looked, and saw that a plant had burst through a window.
"That's pretty unusual," Sheriff remarked. The plant seemed to turn and face
them at the sound of his voice.
"YUMMY! A LUPE AND CYBUNNY! MY FAVOURITE!"
"Now that's just not right," Sheriff said. The plant lunged at them, and they
ran.
After running from the house, they found a phone they could use.
"Neopian Gardeners? Well, you aren't going to believe this…"
The End | 
