Wild Kratts - ONE SHOTS

Tazzy Martin

Summary: A Creature Power Suit malfunction caused by Zach in the hopes of getting revenge on the Wild Kratts crew went horribly wrong...

Cover Art by: GreenxLady

"I'VE HAD IT!!!"

Zach was pacing around his office like a madman, fuming with suppressed rage, two Zachbots watching from afar, completely motionless.

He had just returned from another one of his thwarted attempts to capture a wild animal for him to turn into an invention - a beaver builder, with the soul purpose to build whatever the greedy inventor desired. Unfortunately for him, his plans were foiled as soon as the Wild Kratts team jumped into the scene.

"I'll get you next time you Wild Ratts!"

"That's Wild Kratts!"

He could feel himself boiling on the inside, gritting his teeth so hard they could shatter. He banged his fist on his desk. Very, very HARD.

"OWIE!" he cried, wriggling his hand and whining like a kid, instantly regretting it. "It hurts!"

He stole a glance at the unmoving Zachbots.

"I SAID IT HURTS! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!" he snapped, the robotic servants nursing him by bringing him an ice pack.

Zach snatched it in an aggressive way before pressing it against his hand. "Argh."

He thought hard for a moment.

"I need to find a way to get back at those pasky Wild Ratts, gotta teach them a lesson," he muttered, his tone deep and obscure.

He sat on his desk in a thinking pose. Not even a minute had passed before his eyes landed on something buried under all his workpapers.

Raising a curious eyebrow, he reached out his good hand and pulled out what seemed to be...a newspaper article, one he immediately recognized.

"Why do I still have this thing?" his voice contained a hint of irritation.

His eyes read the title.

The Wild Kratts Crew Will be Tagging the Endagered Tasmanian Devil.

The corners of the fabric were getting crumbled by Zach's clenched hands. His anger was immeasurable, and the picture of the Kratt brothers covering half the page only aggravated him even more. He despised them, his hatred towards them was the equivalent of a laser beam piercing through metal.

"I thought I threw this away, what's it still doing here?!" he pouted.

He was about to rip it to shreds...when a sudden memory crossed his mind.

Tazzy Chris.

He still recalled the way Chris acted in his T-devil suit, a malfunction that caught his attention.

"Hmm," he lowered the paper down, squinting his eyes and being deeply pensive. "That Creature Power Suit malfunction was certainly...interesting," his tone was changing gradually. "When green guy turned into that devil thingy, he was out of control!" The expression on his face was changing, too, taking a malicious aspect. "But that annoying Aviva fixed the malfunction," he grumbled with a disappointed face. "Unless..." The disappointment quickly disappeared, a spiteful smile creeping on his pale face. "I could trigger the activation, and Chris could go TAZZY again!" He jumped from his brilliant idea.

Zach then walked over to one of his drawers and pulled it open. Inside, was a triangular box, which he eagerly took out with a huge grin. "Heheh," he giggled as he opened the box.