RWBY: Save The World

WELCOME TO REMNANT-4

Back at the Office, tragedy is afoot. Sam and Max stood together with looks of melancholy and despair.

"Sam..." Max said, looking up at the six foot tall dog, "You know what this means, right?"

Sam nodded gravely. "Yeah... I do, Little buddy."

Both crime fighters stand before the TV, watching the screen go grey and dotted and release that hideous noise of marbles being flushed down a toilet. It's been like this for some time now, but they swear they had it fixed with a new coat hanger.

Sadly, that hanger had been made of wood chips, glue, and a paper clip. When they were transported here, the TV caught on fire with the antenna along with it. They managed to save the TV, but the wooden coat hanger didn't make it. The checked thoroughly to see if any of it survived, but only the paper clip did. It sat in Sam's inventory with his gun, Bosco's water balloon launcher, and the remaining Dust crystals they managed to take with them.

"It means we need to upgrade our TV and put old Chestnut out to pasture." Sam places a paw on top of their tiny TV, shaking his head sadly. He places his other paw on his chest, looking pained. "Chestnut was a good little-"

"Wait? Who?" Max interrupts, raising an eyebrow at Sam. Sam looks down at Max.

"Chestnut. You know, the name we gave our TV?" Sam tells him, explaining, "We liberated him from a chestnut tree full of Siberian Hammerhead Squirrels plotting to bring back Tsarist Russia and enslave all of squirrel kind."

Max holds up his fluffy white paws. "No, I remember where we got him. Why did we agree on naming him Chestnut?"

"Mainly because we found him sitting on a wooden table made from the inner bark of the chestnut tree." Sam says.

Max whistled, "Wow, we're definitely not on the same page today."

It was Sam's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What did you think I was talking about?"

"Oh, I thought you meant the telephone is gonna start ringing."

"Nah, that's probably going to happen in three, two-"

Before Sam could get a "one" out, right on cue the phone started ringing.

*Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!*

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I GOT IT!" "I GOT IT!!!"

Followed by the typical loud shouting, bantering, clawing and biting of the two fuzzy goofballs yammering for it like it was meat on a string.

Max darted for the phone at warp speed. Though he may have been quick on his feet and had unhealthy sugar addition, it was all in vain. As no sooner was he inches away from reaching the phone, he was side swiped by Sam's big body. Max hit the wall, embedded deeply in the slightly worn out sturdy frame before falling to the ground. Sam picks up the phone.

"Hello? Oh, Commissioner!"

"Wah, wah, wah, wah."

"Sorry for not getting to you sooner, Max and I were just planning out our friend's eulogy."

"Wah, wah, wah, wah."

"Thank you for your condolences." Sam says, lowering his head. Max stands up and dusts himself off, his ears drooping as he stares at the former shell that was their TV.

"Wah, wah, wah, wah."

"What's that?" Sam immediately perked up, making Max perk up. "Sweat Sea-Biscuit's jockey at a strip mall rushing to the next sale on tennis rackets! We'll be right ther- What? Yeah, sure I'm fine. Really! Not to worry, sir. I'm sound of mine and ready to bust the ass of crime! We're on our way." Sam says and hangs up the phone.