Wild Kratts: Good and Evil

Meeting Martin (Chap. 3)

          'Ello mates, sorry for the incredibly long wait, school is hard. Anyway, maybe I'll get around to this story more often. Didn't realize so many people would notice. Whelp, enjoy!

          The Tasmanian Devil swerved left and right through the dense underbrush, leading Chris further and further away from civilization. Who knew these tiny creatures could run so fast?  He thought, tearing away the branches and vines snagging his vest, he paused. Me. Chris grimaced, it seemed even his mind was working against him today.  The little black streak in front of him finally stopped, glancing back at him with an impatient glare. "Ya, ya." Chris grumbled, scrambling to reach the T-Devil, "I'm coming." The animal growled again, jumping down the small slope the two had been climbing up and disappeared into the shrubbery. Chris rolled his eyes, then grabbed a thick branch from a tree overhead, and swung down to land at the bottom of the small slope, eyeing the bushes the Tasmanian Devil had gone through with disdain. 

          Just as Chris had finally worked up the will to push through more brambles, he heard a familiar laugh echo through the forest. He tilted his head, shifting around to face the noise. A few bushes east of where Chris was standing, a small circular machine was thrown from the shadow of trees and rolled to stop. 

          "'Come on, T-Bone, get back here!" Yelled a voice from the same direction of the previous noise. "Please!" The voice sounded again as the Tasmanian Devil from before charged out into the younger Kratt brother's vision. Chris blinked, he reconized that voice, his brother! 

          "Martin!?" Chris exclaimed, as said sibling skidded out from behind the trees. "Chris!?" Martin yelped, equally surprised, "You're supposed to be at the Tortuga!" The elder brother said, still taking steps towards T-Bone, who had the device in his jaws. "So are you!" Chris shot back, sliding in front of T-Bone and preventing Martin from grabbing him and running, which seemed to be Martin's plan. Martin smiled nervously, "well, 'ya know, plans can change-"

           A second voice sounded, farther away then Martin's had been, but getting closer. "Martin Kratt! You come back here this instant with that Miniaturizer, this is your fault for letting T-Bone play with my equipment!" Martin flinched, glancing down at the T-Devil behind Chris, who was now shaking the Miniaturizer furiously. 

         "Aviva too, huh?" Chris asked dryly, though it was more of a statement. "Actually the whole team!" Martin replied, completely oblivious to the sour mood Chris held. Martin turned his attention from Chris to T-Bone, and back again. "Hey bro, any chance you could help me grab that Miniaturizer from T-Bone. Aviva will kill me if it breaks." He paused in thought, "She'll probably kill me already just for losing it." Chris sighed, and looked behind him, then down at T-Bone, who was clawing at the Miniaturizer viciously. Aviva will probably kill me as well, if I just stand here and do nothing. He decided, then turned to his older brother. "Fine, I'll help you, but don't think we won't talk about the fact that you guys ditched me when we meet up with the rest of the team." 

         Martin, though a little upset at the terms of the agreement, sighed in relief as Chris stepped out of the way, and helped his older sibling untangle the Miniaturizer from the Tasmanian Devil.

        Well, that was satisfingly longer than usual, wheee! Chris is salty that Martin didn't warn him the team was leaving. And as Chris's Sodium level rises, the rest of the team approaches. What will happen? Find out in the next chapter! Goodbye! 

          Keep on creature adventuring~