Ninjago stories

Lightning Chicken Part Two

" Ahh, that was an amazing walk, wasn't it?" Mia asked, walking up to the door.

" Yes, if you call getting coated in mud 'amazing'." Blackie meowed, licking his paw.

" But look on the bright side! We got to be cool on this hot day!" Mia protested, opening the door.

Blackie sighed and jumped in Mia's arms.

They gasped.

Nya and Jay had bandages on their faces, Zane was all scratched up, Lloyd had blood oozing down his arm, Cole's abs were showing, and Kai's leg was scratched.

" What. Happened. Here.?" Mia asked, dropping Blackie on the floor. Thankfully, he landed on all four.

" Hey!" He said.

" Sorry." Mia said, turning to him, apologetic.

Lloyd looked up. " Oh, hi Mia." He said sheepishly.

Mia stared, dumbfounded, at the bandaged and bruised ninja. Her lighthearted mood from the walk vanished completely. "Wait a minute," she said slowly, "weren't you guys just...hanging out here? How did you all get so banged up?"

Nya, ever the pragmatist, spoke up first. "Let's just say," she said, wincing as she shifted, "we had a bit of a disagreement with a flock of particularly aggressive-"

"Chickens?!" Blackie yowled, his fur bristling. He puffed himself up, looking every bit the outraged feline warrior.

Jay, ever the jokester (even when injured), snorted a laugh. "Apparently," he wheezed, clutching his side, "chickens don't take kindly to having their feathers ruffled."

Cole, ever the voice of reason, rolled his eyes. "Let's not exaggerate, Jay. It wasn't the feathers. We, uh, might have accidentally interrupted their lunch break."

Mia blinked, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "You...got beat up by chickens?" she finally managed, incredulous.

Lloyd, ever the leader (though currently sporting a rather sheepish expression), cleared his throat. "Well, it wasn't exactly a fair fight," he admitted. "We were, uh, trying a new training exercise."

Kai, ever the hothead (even with a scratched leg), scoffed. "Training exercise? More like a humiliation ritual!"

Nya elbowed him playfully. "Ow! Easy there, Sparky."

Mia, despite the seriousness of the situation, couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. Here were the ninja, these legendary heroes who battled monsters and sorcerers, defeated by a bunch of feathery fowl. It was almost comical.

Seizing the opportunity to lighten the mood, she offered a teasing smile. "So," she said, addressing Lloyd, "you're telling me all it took to subdue you ninja was a few disgruntled chickens? Sounds like you guys need some pointers from a regular girl and her cat."

Blackie, as if on cue, arched his back and let out a ferocious (though admittedly tiny) meow.

Lloyd sputtered, his cheeks flushing a healthy pink beneath the bandages. "Hey! It wasn't that easy! We, uh, we were caught off guard, that's all."

Jay, ever the opportunist, chimed in with a mock salute. "Right! We were merely testing a new strategy - the 'Chickening Out Maneuver.' Highly effective, wouldn't you say?"

The other ninja groaned in unison, but a flicker of a smile played on their lips. Even in defeat, they couldn't help but appreciate Jay's humor.

Mia chuckled, shaking her head. These ninja. Always up for a good laugh, even when they were covered in scratches and bandages. Perhaps, she thought, that was part of what made them so special. They could face down any foe, but they never lost their sense of humor or camaraderie.

Cole, ever the voice of...well, obliviousness at this point, finally chimed in with a furrowed brow. "Okay, hold on a second. This whole chicken fiasco aside, shouldn't Blackie get checked out too? He looks like he might have pulled a muscle with that dramatic landing."

Blackie, who had been diligently cleaning his offended tail fur, shot Cole a withering glare. "Muscle?" he hissed. "I landed perfectly, thank you very much. Unlike some of you who seem to have forgotten how to dodge a feathered fury."

Nya, still sporting a bandage that looked suspiciously like it was held on with duct tape, huffed. "Yeah, seriously, what's the deal with those chickens? They fought like a pack of tiny, angry dinosaurs."

"Tiny dinosaurs?" Jay winced, clutching his side dramatically. "More like velociraptors with a serious case of the Mondays!"

"Okay, okay, enough with the poultry metaphors," Lloyd sighed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. "We clearly underestimated the power of the peck."

Suddenly, a loud, insistent *caw* echoed from the corner. All eyes turned to Blackie, who was now perched proudly on the coffee table, staring down at a motionless chicken lying on its side.

"Uh oh," Cole muttered. "That chicken needs to go to the vet, stat."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Why? Did it get injured in the Great Chicken War of 2024?"

Cole, ever the voice of...well, obliviousness at this point, finally chimed in with a furrowed brow. "Okay, hold on a second. This whole chicken fiasco aside, shouldn't Blackie get checked out too? He looks like he might have pulled a muscle with that dramatic landing."

Blackie, who had been diligently cleaning his offended tail fur, shot Cole a withering glare. "Muscle?" he hissed. "I landed perfectly, thank you very much. Unlike some of you who seem to have forgotten how to dodge a feathered fury."

Nya, still sporting a bandage that looked suspiciously like it was held on with duct tape, huffed. "Yeah, seriously, what's the deal with those chickens? They fought like a pack of tiny, angry dinosaurs."

"Tiny dinosaurs?" Jay winced, clutching his side dramatically. "More like velociraptors with a serious case of the Mondays!"

"Okay, okay, enough with the poultry metaphors," Lloyd sighed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. "We clearly underestimated the power of the peck."

Suddenly, a loud, insistent caw echoed from the corner. All eyes turned to Blackie, who was now perched proudly on the coffee table, staring down at a motionless chicken lying on its side.

"Uh oh," Cole muttered. "That chicken needs to go to the vet, stat."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Why? Did it get injured in the Great Chicken War?"

Cole squinted at the chicken. "No...but it hasn't moved a feather in like, five minutes."

Mia, suppressing a giggle, pointed to a bowl of kibble sitting near the chicken. "Have you...fed it?"

The ninja stared at the bowl, then back at the chicken, then back at Mia, like she had just sprouted a second head.

"You have to do that?!" Kai finally exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and horror. "We were fighting for our lives here, and all it wanted was bird food?!"

Blackie, from his perch on the table, let out a triumphant meow. "See? Amateurs."