(OLD) A MIDFUL JOURNEY

Unease

A meeting boils over in the tallest building on Limbster Island village. Larreye has gathered up all the tribal leaders, who are Gillbert and Howdee.
"No Infernite or Muncho represhentativesh I shee...," Larreye says with a rather raspy voice, "That darn Mixopolith hash ruined Mixel Land for all it'sh worth."
"Them city-folk don't even done care bout us!," Howdee retorts, "We'e seen as simple "country folk" even though most of 'em didn't even come from Mixopolis!"
"NOT to mention we make it so grrrreat," Gillbert shouts, frothing at the lips, "Mixel Land is rrrrich in naturrrral rrrresources. Us inhabitants act as the backbone of SOCIETY!"
"...And yet we're treated no diff'rently than Trashoz. It's darn tootin' terrible," Howdee says continuing along Gillbert's rant of the ages.
"Order! ORDER!," Larreye interrupts, "I'm well aware Murpopolith ish absholute garbage. But I called thith meeting due to two leadersh being ushurped by N-MIXELSH!"
"Oh rrrreally? I cerrrrtainly didn't know!," Gillbert sarcastically remarks, "You expect me to be up-to-date UNDERRR THE OCEAN!?"
"NOT the point," Larreye says, giving Gillbert a chilling glare, pointing both eyestalks in his direction.

There is a silence

"W-well why don't we sneak in and Mixel-nap the leaderrrrs and bring em back for safety and information?"
"I suggest a rootin' tootin' head-on assault! Take out the N-Mixels and put the Leaders back in power!"
"You meatheadsshhh... those'll get ush CAPTURED!," Larreye shouts, glaring at them with each eye. He paces abit and speaks, "The smartesht decishion is to gather intel as besht we can. I appoint you to do this misshion Howdee."
"It would be my honor," Howdee says.

"I have an idea," says a Mixel appearing in a cloud of smoke, "I am Mysto."
"You'rrrre not the leader of the Flexerrrs," says Gillbert with a laugh, "all but few left forrr better opportunities in Mixopolis!"
"Ah, you must be mistaken! For I am the Leader of the Nindjas!"
"Whazzat?," Howdee asks confused.
"Why not go back to where you came frrrrom city boy?," Gillbert snickers. Mysto proceeds to get kicked out of the meeting room.
"Anywaysh," Larreye says, tired of the bickering, "Howdee, you are to infiltrate Brawllar Canyon in 3 days."
"Aye aye."

The End