Sonic Boom [DISCONTINUED/REWRITING]

Fortress of Squalitude

Eggman is checking out his mail while using Cubot as a junkmail shredder. "Junk ... junk ... junk ... junk ... evil boot warehouse..."

Cubot stopped shredding as he coughed. Orbot hits Cubot's back a few times. "Paper jam."

"Orbot!" Eggman yelled. Orbot opened his mouth, ready to shred.

"No, you imbecile! I don't want you to shred this. It's the key to our future! Do you know what this is?"

"Robotic women, who love us for our minds and aren't into looks or money?" Orbot asks excitedly.

"No. Our home, and by that I mean my home, is going to be featured in Modern Lair magazine." He hands Orbot a paper. "Here, read the exposition."

"A photographer's assistant will do a site inspection tomorrow to consider you for our Island Fortress issue." Eggman jumps up from his couch. "Let's give this lair some flair!"

Eggman walks in while the Bots are cleaning. "When you bots are done with my boots, make sure my roller coaster is in tip-top shape." Orbot and Cubot look at each other, then back to Eggman and nod. Eggman slightly adjusts a burner, only to adjust it again. "Perfect! It's all coming together! When the photographer's assistant arrives, he'll take one look at my lair and exclaim-"

"You call this a lair?" The photographer, named Gunter, glares, Eggman glares back. "How dare you?! Listen, pompous little pipsqueak, I'll crush you like a bug!"

"Not if you want your lair in our magazine."

"You can't do this to me!"

"Modern Lair brings our readers a contemporary upbeat take on evil. Your idea of evil is totally retro; without the irony. Your lasers are a ridiculous shade of blue, and would you please turn that Bunsen burner 90 degrees before I get sick." He points to the burner Eggman was toying with earlier.

"Give me a chance! I'll spruce up the place!" Eggman begs. Gunter thinks for a minute. "I'll give you a week." He says as he walks away.

"I'm gonna need help, from someone with a real feel for color... and shape. Definitely gonna have to out-source this one... I know!"

Meanwhile, team Sonic is outside at Sonic's house. Amy was toying around with the decor, checking stuff off on a clipboard. "My summer-themed seat cushions with floral upholstery that compliments each guests' natural coloring is ready, the ice sculpture has melted just enough to hide the carving marks-"

"And I dug a trench around the picnic table and filled it with broken glass." Sticks smiled.

"... I might've used rose petals, but we'll go with it. Sonic and Hina! How are you doing on those fruit drinks?" She turns to see the pair asleep on beach chairs while the fruit was on a rock.

"Why am I not surprised? Tails! Where's the soothing music?!"

"Right here, but I thought it would be better if I gave it a little boost." Tails smiled as he pressed a button, loud music comes out of the speakers, blowing a large leaf onto Amy as Tails quickly turns the music off.

"Knuckles? Are my grilled pheasants ready?"

"Not now, Amy, I'm busy." He was busy playing with the pheasants. Amy growls. "Sticks, I don't know why I go out of my way to make things nice for these guys."

"You deserve better. I mean, this table! It should be hanging in a museum!" Eggman said, standing on the poach. This made Sticks jump onto the table, grab an oyster shell and smacks it on the ground, holding the broken ends like a weapon. "That villain, just give me the signal, Amy, and I'll clam him!"