Octonauts oneshots 2

AI co-write: Garden Accident, burnt Ship, Minefield, crash, mysterious attack

⚠️Just an AU⚠️

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Kwazii wanted to surprise his friand by helping with the garden, when he accidentally spilled a toxic substance onto the plants... killing them, Barnacles and Shellington walked in and saw what happened... they thought he did it on purpose as he was just continuing to spray the plants with fertilizer....

Kwazii was so focused on spraying the plants with fertilizer, that he didn't notice Barnacles and Shellington entering the garden. He also didn't notice the smoke rising from the plants, or the smell of burning. He was humming a pirate tune, and smiling to himself, thinking of how happy his friends would be when they saw the garden.

"Kwazii, what are you doing?" Barnacles shouted, as he saw the scene.

Kwazii turned around, and saw Barnacles and Shellington staring at him with horror and anger. He also saw the plants, which were now wilted and charred. He dropped the bottle of fertilizer, and gasped.

"Oh, no! What have I done?" he exclaimed.

"You've ruined the garden, that's what you've done!" Shellington said, angrily. "Do you have any idea how much time and effort we put into growing these vegetables?"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Kwazii stammered. "I was just trying to help, I swear!"

"Help? How is this helping?" Barnacles asked, incredulously. "You've destroyed our food supply, Kwazii! How could you do this to us?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, captain, I promise!" Kwazii pleaded. "It was an accident, a mistake!"

"A mistake? Or a sabotage?" Shellington asked, suspiciously. "Maybe you did this on purpose, Kwazii. Maybe you're not really one of us. Maybe you're still a pirate at heart, and you want to harm the Octonauts."

"That's not true, Shellington, you know me!" Kwazii protested. "I'm an Octonaut, through and through! I love the Octonauts, and I would never hurt them!"

"Then explain this, Kwazii!" Barnacles said, holding up the bottle of fertilizer. "This is not fertilizer, Kwazii. This is a toxic substance, that kills plants and animals. Where did you get this from?"

Kwazii looked at the bottle, and realized his mistake. He had grabbed the wrong bottle from the storage room, thinking it was fertilizer. He had been so careless, so foolish.

"I-I don't know, captain, I-I must have mixed them up!" Kwazii said, nervously. "I didn't check the label, I-I was in a hurry!"

"A hurry to do what, Kwazii? To ruin our garden?" Shellington asked, accusingly. "Or to ruin our trust?"

"No, no, please, believe me, it was an honest mistake!" Kwazii begged. "Please, don't be mad at me, please, don't hate me!"

"Sorry, Kwazii, but we can't trust you anymore," Barnacles said, sadly. "You've crossed the line, Kwazii. You've betrayed the Octonauts."

"No, no, please, don't say that, captain, please, don't do this to me!" Kwazii cried. "Please, give me another chance, please, let me stay!"

"Sorry, Kwazii, but you have to go," Barnacles said, firmly. "You're no longer welcome here, Kwazii. You're no longer an Octonaut."

He handed Kwazii his hat, his sword, and his scarf, and pushed him out of the garden. Kwazii stumbled and fell, and looked up at Barnacles and Shellington, who were standing over him with cold and angry eyes.

"Goodbye, Kwazii," Barnacles said, sternly. "And don't come back."

He turned around, and walked away, followed by Shellington. Kwazii watched them go, and felt a pang of pain and despair in his heart. He had lost his friends, his family, his home. He had lost everything.