Submission (#3650) Approved

“Gentlemen! Toss me the cannon!”

This job isn’t going to plan at all, and Nimbus can only curse his foul luck as he watches his two incompetent “hunting companions” as they flail about. The Gentlemen are bickering with each other as they rifle through their effects, and Dino Boots isn’t cut out for violence at all– he keeps suggesting they talk things out with their bounty, which… judging by the fact the bunny rabbit freak is prancing about and tossing explosive eggs everywhere from the other side of their cover, there really isn’t be much room for negotiation.

Next time, he’s getting better help.

The Gentlemen kick the cannon towards Nimbus and he snatches it up, double checking to ensure it’s loaded correctly. He can’t afford to miss the shot since he’s not a fan of the prospect of getting his face blown off.

“Alright. Stay here and don’t get in my way.” Leaving no room for a final word, Nimbus dives out of cover and dashes from rock to rock, rounding the clearing until he has an opportune opening. He pulls the trigger and shuts his eyes, waiting for the blast–

Where’s the blast?!

Nimbus opens his eyes to troubleshoot, only to realize the enemy has spotted him and is rapidly approaching. Before he can roll out of the way, it picks him up by the tail and leers over him, cackling gleefully. He kicks and thrashes, hoping he can wriggle free.

“Put him down!” Three concurrent voices call out from behind the bombunny, and Nimbus’s attention sweeps down to find The Gentlemen battering the creature’s legs with their paws. Dino Boots is even trying to help by swinging his umbrella at it too. It shouts, distracted enough to drop Nimbus and turn for its new, much more distracting targets.

The weatherman hits the ground and he immediately takes up the cannon. He braces it against his shoulder, and pulls the trigger.

Boom!

It fires off! Dino boots and The Gentlemen scatter as it sounds off, just in time for the bolas at the corners of the net it propelled to swing around the berth of the beast. It lumbers about for a few more steps, before ultimately losing its balance and falling like a mighty oak.

The Gentlemen and Dino Boots look at their teammate expectantly. “Are you alright?” The well-mannered dinosaur breaks the silence. Nimbus wipes his forehead, brow furrowed.
“I’ve never been so glad that someone didn’t listen to me. Thank you for the help.”