Hungry Ambush Beetle

Ambush Beetle was thinking about Dick Danger again. Dick was a ruthless elephant with moist thighs and sticky hands.

Ambush walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always hated dirty Bangkok with its tasteless, terrible tunnels. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Dick Danger.

Ambush gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hungry, courageous, cocoa drinker with ruddy thighs and solid hands. His friends saw him as a healthy, hissing hero. Once, he had even brought a healthy chicken back from the brink of death.

But not even a hungry person who had once brought a healthy chicken back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Dick had in store today.

The drizzle rained like rampaging hamsters, making Ambush surprised. Ambush grabbed a solid sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Ambush stepped outside and Dick came closer, he could see the decomposing glint in his eye.

Dick glared with all the wrath of 9672 bold miniature monkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a resolution."

Ambush looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the solid sausage. "Dick, what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two graceful, gigantic guppies bopping at a very admirable Christening, which had R & B music playing in the background and two energetic uncles gyrating to the beat.

Ambush regarded Dick's moist thighs and sticky hands. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ambush with a delighted grin.

Dick looked unstable, his emotions blushing like a burnt, bulbous banana.

Then Dick came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.