BrainSpyro's All-Stars: Holiday Concert Crisis

Act II - Bumpus's Struggle Back

Bumpus went a little too far on foot, but thankfully, he reached the Power Plant. Not only that, but the magic mailbox!

"Thank the heavens! I've found that darn mailbox..." Bumpus said to himself. He dumped every last letter out his mail bag into the mailbox. "Succsess."

Meanwhile, The cartoon heroes and I were decorating the area for the Beach Boys to preform their Christmas Concert. Adding the finishing touches to the stage, putting down each seat for the spectators, you name it!

"The time is currently 6:58PM." I said, checking the time. "I hope we get this stage ready in time."

"There are only a few finishing touches we need to make. Don't fret, everyone." Said Professor Quigley.

"Fret? I've placed enough room for people to get up and dance." Said Komodo. "And I have some bad news. There's an arctic wind warning for the location of the power plant, which is where Mr. Wobbleworks is. And there's also a risk of a power outage."

"WHAAAAAAAT?! POWER OUTAGE?!" Ballyhoo and Big Top shouted.

"There's simply no way in the world. There simply isn't." I said to myself. "Boys, when the power goes out, we'll head to the power plant and see what caused it. Thankfully, we've got Zekrom by our sides."

Zekrom flew in, greeting us all.

"That's makin' me confused." Said MC Ballyhoo. "Why would some fella save the concert with a statu-"

"BALLYHOO, this is a LEGENDARY POKEMON." Professor Quigley scolded. "Its electric element will save this concert, and will power everything to let the show go on!"

"Let's continue setting the stage up before the powercut strikes." I said. "We won't give up!"

Meanwhile, Bumpus rested himself by the fencing of the Power Plant, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He checked inside his mail bag one more time, not a single missed letter was in there. "Good. Completely empty." He said. "Now that this mail bag is empty, I can hurry back to Kalidescope Square, and...hopefully...rrrgh..." Just then, the winter windstorm started kicking up. "Hopefully not miss the preformance...grrgh....of the Beach Boys tonight!" His final decision...was to walk back on foot.

"I...rrrgh...better hold on to my hat now...mrrph!" Bumpus growled, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, following the tracks his boots made. Holding his hat down, and being slowed down by the wind, Bumpus was worried that he couldn't make it back to town in time for the concert. Not a sound to his flailing ears, but the arctic winds howling, Bumpus's growling sounds, and his cloak flapping in the wind. This poor guy couldn't catch a break! ...For now.