Mister Gadget's FurryLand

Raiders of the Lost Butter Pt 2

Welcome JenniferJonnes to the Blue Light Ultra Experience. We will now continue the fanfiction of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Neuro-link begins in three, two, one...

Nevada Jonnes sulked in her office at the university. Her displeasure at losing the Golden Palm Tree to Professor Sofe was so deep she couldn't even eat the bags of popcorn her students left her. Well, OK, maybe one bite. Or two...Oh forget it, the whole bag. It was stress eating, OK!

"Nevada?" said Jonnes' oldest friend, Ranger_of_the_North , peeking her head into the office. "I know you're still upset about the Palm Tree, but there are some men from the government to see you."

***

The government men were there because intel discovered Ramsay and his Food Nazis were looking for the Dish of the Butter.

Ranger gasped. "The Dish of the Butter?"

"Yes," said one of the government men. "Is that important?"

"The Dish of the Butter would only be the greatest discovery since that guy that looks like Han Solo went after the Ark of the Covenant," said Ranger. The government men were obviously clueless. "The Dish of the Butter is a relic from the lost tribes of the dracollavenore . They carried the Dish into their battles. It is rumored that the Butter has so many calories that just looking at it will kill you. Why with the Butter...Ramsay could rule the world. People have been looking for it for ages."

Nevada rubbed her chin in silence. Part of her feared that Sofe would poach yet another discovery from her, but what were the chances she'd be going after the same artifact—it's not like this was a storybook or anything. "And the only one that got close enough was my old professor, Abner Wing. Luckily, his son, Frost, is my faithful companion. I'll just go ask him for the Headpiece of Redenbacher."

"Slight problem with that," said Ranger. "He already left for Nepal. Said he was tired of your crazy adventures, wanted some peace and quiet."

***

So, Nevada Jonnes journeyed to Nepal to find her somewhat-faithful companion. She found him at the local tavern...in a brawl.

"So much for peace and quiet," said Jonnes.

But it turned out this was no normal drunken brawl, the Food Nazi's had sent one of their best henchmen, er, commanders, MidNight Toht (also known by those who survive as MidNight_WriteR360 but who knows why), to retrieve the headpiece.

Even though Frost was kicking butt and taking names, Nevada didn't have the time to wait for the battle to finish. She fired her popcorn gun into the air in order to put an end to the violence. Instead, the shot hit the chandelier causing it to fall. This action made the in-need-of-replacement floorboards to snap free, which knocked the burning logs out of the fireplace. Within moments the tavern was ablaze.

At some point during the battle, Frost lost the headpiece. With the place burning, MidNight took this opportunity to grab the relic. He was about to when he realized that the metal object was laying in fire. MidNight used a poker from the fireplace to retrieve the item. His victory was sort lived as the relic was snapped out of his hands by Jonnes' whip.

The relic went airborne. Jonnes removed her fedora and using a nearby chair as a springboard leapt into the air. She caught the small headpiece in her hat.