Wee Weasel Tales: Hell Hath No Fury

Into the Weasel's Lair

This is the fifth chapter of the fourth Willimeena installment: 'Hell Hath No Fury'!

Father and daughter make up cutely ... but then have to deal with the immediate threat of an angry crowd of townsfolk on their literal doorstep!

I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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Willy Weasel then planted a little platonic kiss on Willimeena's head, making the weasel pup giggle and cheekily pull on his ear.

"Love you too, Daddy", she said beaming, and then frowned. "I'm sorry that I scared you", the doll added.

"I should have just stayed in the office, and not gone to try and look for you." Willimeena shot her dad an apologetic look, as her ears flattened.

"Much less attack people."

Willy Weasel just smiled and ruffled his daughter's ears.

"It's okay, Bia!" he replied, as she giggled happily. "You were just trying to protect us: your family!"

The big weasel then bent down to press his forehead against his daughter's ... like they did when they were human.

"You're as brave as a lion ... a brave little lioness who is worth a hundred of us all!"

The rest of the animatronics all nodded, smiled, and murmured in agreement.

"A kitten that I am proud to call MINE", Willy purred affectionately. The weasel purred lovingly back, her ears pricking back up!

Siren Sara and Tito Turtle exchanged a grin and a wink as they watched the happy ending of the previously tense situation.

The sweet moment is suddenly interrupted by a lot of angry shouting and yelled insults!

They were coming from outside ... much to the two weasels' annoyance.

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In front of Willy's Wonderland, back in the present ...

An angry crowd of townsfolk from Hayesville was steadily gathering at the doors of the now notorious restaurant.

Parking their cars in the nearby carpark, the rioters took out what makeshift weapons they had ... before walking to Willy's Wonderland itself.

"This ******** of a place is finally going to get what it deserves!" a balding, middle-aged man with grey hair growled.

He was wearing a dull green sweater, blue jeans, and was wielding a broken wooden post as a weapon.

"I'm going to shove this hammer up that weasel's *****!" agreed a nearby woman, who was wielding a large sledgehammer.

She had long blond hair, red lipstick, and a purple shirt on. Sheriff Hobson and Deputy Lund stood at the forefront of the crowd, facing all of the tense, wannabe-heroes.

The police deputy bit her lip anxiously as she watched a nearby man test his chainsaw out on the closest garbage bin lid.

He was a dark haired man, with a blue shirt ... and a cold, angry look. Hobson glanced across at Lund, and saw that she had an unsure, troubled look on her face.

"We gotta end this tonight, Lund", the Sheriff said firmly, but gently. He knew that the events of earlier at the sports game had hit her hard.

The events had also hit him pretty hard too, not mention everyone else.

Hearing her boss's words, Lund turned to look at him ... a haunted look on the deputy's face.

"I know that this place is nothing but evil, Sheriff", she said, quietly. "But I don't like this."

Hudson said nothing, but furrowed his brow and sighed as he turned away from Lund.

The deputy blinked, and then frowned in confusion as her boss abruptly proceeded to clamber onto his vehicle!

"Sheriff! Get down from there before you hurt yourself!" Lund called to Hudson, who just ignored her.

The Sheriff then cleared his throat loudly, and raised his hands for attention.

"Hush now!" Hudson ordered gruffly, instantly silencing the angry crowd. "Alright! We're all here for the same reason!" he added, his gaze moving over the rioters.

"Our whole town has been terrorised by this weasel and his goddarn puppets from hell ... and it's time we took our home back!"

Sheriff Hudson then punched the air emphatically with a determined look on his face.

"Who's with me?"

The entire crowd of townsfolk practically roared their agreement, and raised all of their weapons into the air!

"Yeah! They killed Hank and Mr Winston right in their shops!" a brown-haired, young man yelled defiantly!

He had a dark grey shirt on, and was brandishing a wooden pole.

"I heard they shoved a waffle cone up Old Man Winston's **********, if you know what I mean", a bald man added angrily.

He had a beige shirt on, and was wielding a cricket bat.

"And that's not even mentioning what they did to that poor contractor and his family!" shouted the blonde woman next to him.

She had a dark pink shirt on, and was brandishing a lead pipe. Sheriff Hudson nodded grimly at all of the vindictive statements given!

"They got plenty to pay for in there ..." the top law officer declared, hopping off his car.

"You tell 'em, Sheriff!" a rioter yelled, fully caught up in the thrill of the moment.

Hudson and Lund strode to the restaurant's front doors, their respective guns cocked and held ready.

"And it's time to collect!" the Sheriff shouted boldly, as he kicked the doors open awesomely. "Get some!"

A terrifyingly familiar voice unexpectedly answered him from out of the darkness inside the restaurant.

"Oh yeah, you'll get some all right!" jeered Willy Weasel, before cackling nightmarishly.

The entire crowd were instantly silenced, many of them pale and shaking in fear.

Hudson and Lund, much to their consternation ... were two of that number.

"My god, what was that?!" the Sheriff said, his hands clenching hard on his rifle.

"I think ... I think that was Willy Weasel, sir", Lund said, stammering a little.

The deputy quickly composed herself though, fixing a calm, yet thoughtful look on her face.

"Although ..." Lund said slowly, frowning in concentration. "I could swear that I've heard that voice before somewhere—"

"LUND!"

Said deputy jumped a little as her boss's voice quickly turned harsh and annoyed.

"We're on a mission to save our town ... not to talk about the past!" Hudson said disapprovingly, causing Lund to nod in shame.

"Sorry, sir," she said, quietly.

The Sheriff nodded back in satisfaction, then turned and strode into the restaurant.

Lund was right behind him ... and followed by the nervous, but recklessly determined crowd of rioters.

As they entered Willy's Wonderland, the lights unexpectedly came on ... revealing it oddly empty.

Well, THAT'S not ominous! Lund sarcastically thought!

Do you think that Lund is starting to put '2' and '2' together? Vote and comment if you like it! 👍