"C, Catastrophe! Catastrophe!! W, we can talk about this!" Chaos whimpered, struggling to pull himself free from his elder brother's grasp.
"Wrong." replied Catastrophe, whom trotted downstairs towards the front yard of the house, holding his baby brother by his ears and 'bouncing' him every step of the way. The effect, of course, was Chaos bouncing like elastic, his head slamming into Catastrophe's giant meat fist repeatedly.

"Owowowowow! It was a mistake! An oversight! An accident! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!" Chaos whined helplessly, but Catastrophe wasn't listening as he opened the door to the front yard and stepped out into the dazzling sunlight.

"So Dad's Anvil X gun works! It's a break thru! A marvel! You point the gun, it fire's an X and an anvil lands some ten seconds later! I didn't know it would work INSIDE the house. I also didn't think it would effect a target your size! I mean, I really should have known better, am I right?! Live and learn, hehehehehe.....heh.....heh....W, where are you sending me this time." The puppy squeaked in defeat.

"Abu dhabi" The coyote muttered violently. Chaos quickly shook his head.
"Wait, wait, that was the pun of a Garfield cartoon. We can't do that. You've got more creativity then that, right?" Chaos sputtered quickly. Catastrophe glared. He had a point.

"...Rangoon." Catastrophe growled. Chaos gave a meek sigh and gently nodded his head.

"...Fair enough." He squeaked. With that, Catastrophe gripped his little brother furiously under his paws and squeezed, twisted, and molded his little brother into a nice, neat, football shape- and punted him as hard as he could into the distance, where he vanished out of view. Catastrophe rubbed his paws together, and reached up to tentatively trail a choice set of fingertips across the lump on his head. Nobody messed with the hair do. NOBODY.


Art by:  Shin0r0z
Catastrophe played by: Patrick Warburton.