User blog:Sunslicer2/In Your Face Plat, Sincerely, Sunslicer2

Many months had passed and Molotov still had not heard from Izzy. He really did miss her, and he knew that she missed him as well. Well, he didn’t know, but he could feel it in his gut. He could sense it. And he wanted to believe it.

“Gather, my forest friends!” he shouted into the woods.

Several squirrels emerged on his call, as well as five beavers, all carrying their own cup of tea.

One beaver glared at him, and began to talk in animal language to Molotov. “What is it this, wonky chap?”

Molotov could understand him. “I still miss Izzy.”

“She’s just a darn human!” squeaked up a quirky squirrel named Sentinel. “What’s so good about her?”

Molotov raised his paw in attack. “She was the one that nursed you back to health in the woods five months ago!”

Sentinel shrugged. “I would have been found anyway. It doesn’t make that much of a difference!”

“Oh yes it does!” Molotov screamed in Humane, what he called the human language. “She felt bad for you and cared! Now you don’t even care for her!”

Sentinel shrunk back at this. “Okay, I’m sorry. I forgot that part.”

Molotov scoffed. “Sure you did,” he added sarcastically.

Maryanne, the beaver wife, interrupted. “Why do you need us?” she asked.

“Because, I’m forming an army to reclaim Izzy from this organization called Total Drama. I am afraid that they might have kidnapped her.”

The animals looked annoyed by this, having been told this five times a week. “We’ll help,” they said, “but we won’t like it.”

So for the next few weeks, the animals trained their fighting skills, as well as their speaking skills.

“With me, all of you!” Molotov exclaimed. “Take! Me! To! Your! Leader!”

“Take me to your leader!” screamed Sentinel, the teal squirrel. He had been to most advanced at this, having heard Katie and Sadie’s annoying conversation in the woods. He was able to copy them, too.

“Good job, Sentinel.” Molotov dismissed the animals, but led Sentinel to the end of the cave. “Listen, I’m going on a mission, tonight, to reclaim my mother. I want your help. You’re the best at fighting, talking, and sneaking around. You’ll be perfect for this mission.”

Sentinel saluted, and then walked to his bed to get some rest before the assignment. He was planning to take the acorn launcher, his favorite weapon because people always said “Ow!” no matter what, unless you were the beavers, who said “Oi!”

Molotov waited three hours into the night before he woke up Sentinel. “Come on, time to go, little guy.”

Sentinel sat up, alert. “Got it!” he picked up his acorn launcher and acorn grenades, as well as his yellow ninja sash that he wore on his head. “Ready!”

Together, the two mammals snuck past the sleeping recruits, and made their way to the Screaming Gophers cabins.

She must be in here,” whispered Molotov. “She told me that this was the team she was on before she got voted off.”

Molotov gently pushed open the cabin’s run-down door and tip-toed in, only to find out that it was empty.

“Where is she?” muttered Sentinel.

“I don’t know,” replied Molotov.

“Isn’t Total Drama a reality show or somethin’?” asked Sentinel.

“That’s what Izzy told me.”

“Well maybe it’s on the next season!”

Molotov stood dumbstruck. “You’re right! But how do we get to the place where she is?”

Sentinel grinned. “We take a boat.”

Sentinel led his companion to the boathouse, looking for a speedboat. “I came here to steal some worms to cut up for fun. It’s so funny when you see their guts spill out.”

Molotov was disturbed by his interest, but pushed this thought away as he helped look for the boat. “Here it is!” he said as he held up a boat.

“Yes!” Sentinel exclaimed. “Now let’s put it in the water!”

The two animals put the boat in the water, turned it on, picked up speed, and began to recite words they had gone over, and some that Sentinel was still learning.

“Boobies,” said Sentinel.

Molotov laughed at the word.

“What?” asked Sentinel, who had no idea what was so funny.

Molotov whispered into Sentinel’s ear the meaning of the word, and Sentinel punched Molotov.

“Sicko!” he shouted.

“Not my fault you didn’t learn it.”

Who taught it to you?”

“Izzy. She told me that I had to see some to really know what they were. So I turned around to pee, and she said, ‘Hello! Don’t you wanna see them?’ I didn’t really care, so I just kept on peeing in the back of the cave.

Sentinel face palmed, and the two laughed together as they approached another piece of land.

“On Total Drama World Tour!” shouted a man, with black hair, and wearing aviator’s clothes.

“There it is!” shouted Molotov. The two watched in awe as the jumbo jet started to take fly, and then remembered that Izzy was on the plane.

“Hurry!” screamed Sentinel, who was a good distance ahead of Molotov.

“I’m trying!” shot back Molotov, but he began to slow down. “I can’t make it! Go on without me!”

Sentinel nodded and continued on. The plane was almost in the air when he managed to jump on. He climbed through a little hatch on the side, and found himself in a room with gold chairs. “Cool,” he said.

“What was that?” said a girl with purple hair. “Oh well,” she said, and then she continued to suck on a short boy’s thumb. “Oh Cody,” she purred.

“Freak!” shouted Sentinel.

“Shut up, Heather!” shouted Sierra, who was oblivious to the fact that a squirrel was calling her a freak, and not Heather.

Many days went by, and Sentinel continued to learn words from the humans in First Class, as they called. He could finally understand almost every Humane word, and he kept on looking out for Izzy, but was captured by Blainley.

“You’ll be perfect,” she said before she was pushed out of the plane. “Just great for my very own show.”

And Sentinel fell out with the blonde diva, and was taken to a TV set, to a show called Total Drama Invasion.