This is a continuation/alternate ending of tiny terrors by(that1hugboxer)
It was dark time now and all the micro fluffies are in a fluff pile…all except for gummy
She couldn’t sleep knowing she had royally messed up.
If only she had been nice to all her babies, then she wouldn’t be forced to choose between having more babies and having a nice daddy
Maybe there was a third choice.
Of course! She could get her pretty babies and run away.
Find a new better daddy that understands the importance of pretty babies
Gummy finds a paper clip and long piece of string .
Fashioning both into a make shift grappling hook
Gummy scales the side of her cardboard enclosure
All the while she sings the mama song set to the beat of the mission impossible theme.
“
mama. Wuv babies. Babies. WUV mama:musical_score:”
By some miracle gummy not only got out of the cardboard enclosure but did so completely unharmed
Gummy Makes it to where her babies are being kept.
Gummy uses the grappling hook to climb inside the baby pin .
Gummy grabs her bestes baby and carefully climbs down to the floor
Gummy and her baby make their way into the sitting room
“Going somewhere?” A crystal clear voice says in a Victorian English accent
Gummy turns around to see A small figure sitting in a chair obscured by the darkness
The table lamp clicks on revealing a smaller than average fluffy wearing a velvet robe and smoking a hookah
The fluffy had peach fuzz where his main and tall should be.
His head was rather rounded like a chirpy that had just opened its eyes
“Dummy sensitive babie ?”
Odis takes a drag from his hookah and exhales several large smoke rings
“Indeed”
“The childish manner of speech is unnecessary we are alone”
Gummy sighs and begins to speak in a voice reminiscent of Betty boop
“This is none of your business so buzz off. I’ve got things to do and not a lot of time to do them”
Odis takes another drag from the hooka
“ as head of this sectors security I believe this is very much my business… agent G.U.M.M.Y”
Odis claps his two front hooves and out from the darkness steps Atlas and Rootbeer
Atlas begins speaking in a gruff Cuban accent
“Hand over the kid chika and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened”
“No this is my child and I won’t let that ugly mutant bitch have him!”
Rootbeer’s brow narrows
Odis shakes his head
“Sigh…such a pity that you refuse to see reason even till the end”
“Agent A.T.L.A.S please retrieve the junior agent from the Defector”
In the blink of an eye Atlas safely brings back the chirpy
Odis gestures towards rootbeer
“Agent R.O.O.T.B.E.E.R initiate Cleveland protocol”
Rootbeer smiles revealing a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth
Rootbeer responds Jamaican accent
“With pleasure commissioner”