I walked away from the zoo, Condiment Cow in hand. I got to the street, when I got a feeling like I forgot something. I checked my mask, still on, felt around in my belt for condiments, still stocked up, looked down at my sidekick, still standing on my hand.
“Adam!!” I yelled, then ran back to where I had left him.
He was sitting on a rock, looking down at the dust flying about, scattering itself around the zoo. “What the heck happened?” he said, confused.
“Well, Laa took you, I fought her, she died, you’re saved.”
“Oh, OK.”
“Well, let’s get you back to the base, try to get those shackles off of ya.”
“Sounds good CM.”
We headed back to the base, I told him all the adventures I had gone on while he was gone, that some Cow Defender guy was running around, and of the sidekicks I had found to replace him.
We got back to the base, and I whipped out a saw, and started sawing through the shackles, with no avail. I tried a blowtorch, slipping his hands out with butter, then when I was going to try dynamite, my trusty Condiment Sense went off.
“Adam, Condiment Cow, a prison, no ketchup.”
“Lets roll.” said Adam.
“...” said Condiment Cow.
With that silly remark from CC, we drove half way across the country. Then after about a day and a half of driving, we finally arrived at our location.
I jumped out, stretched out, then ran into the jail. Flying past the single guard, I got to the jail cell. A plump postal worker stood there, laughing, as well as a Pakistani man, waiving his finger at a man inside the cell.
“Mail Man...” I said smugly.
He turned to me, “Condiment Man.” he said, also smugly.
By then, Adam was standing behind me, when a man in the cell yelled, “You’re going down now, Newman.”
“Shut up, Jerry.” said Newman, the postal worker.
“Yeah, Jerry.” said the Pakistani.
“Babu... I’m sorry.” said Jerry.
I pulled some ketchup from my belt, and tossed it into the cell. The bald man picked one up, squirted some on his food, leaned back, put his feet up, and watched the bunch of us yell at each other.
“George, how can you eat at a time like this?” Jerry asked.
“Well,” George said, munching on some prison food, “it’s like TV.”
The guard walked in, and grabbed Adam’s shackles, “How’d you get out?!”
“B-” Adam sputtered out, shocked.
The guard opened the cell, and started shoving Adam in. Jerry took the opportunity to run out, shoving the door wide open, it swung into the guard’s face, sending him flying across the hall. He hit the wall, then slumped to the ground, knocked out.
Jerry ran over to Newman, “I’ve had enough of you!” he screamed.
Babu stopped waiving his finger, then poked Jerry’s shoulder. The power poke sent Jerry flying through the nearby prison wall. The tall man inside the cell jumped to his feet.
“Prison break!!” he yelled in a high pitched voice, then flung the woman in the cell over his shoulder, and ran away.
“Kramer!! Put me down!” said the lady. He just ignored her, and ran out the front door.
Newman then shoved me. Forcing me off balance, I stumble backwards, then fall. Luckily, Condiment Cow was ready, he jumped under my head, and stopped it form hitting the ground.
“Good job CC.” I said as I stood back up. I quickly punched his stomach, it didn’t even faze him. “His plump is too much, fall back!” I yelled to my sidekicks.
We took a few steps back, and Babu got out of the way of the fight. I jumped in again, throwing a few punches into his stomach, still nothing. He backhanded me, and I flew back to my sidekicks. I slowly got up, and thought about my options.
“Condiment Cow, distract him!” I yelled at my short sidekick.
Newman looked down at the stuffed cow, and didn’t see me sprint up, and push him to the ground. The postal worker fell, landing on his back. He tried to get back up, but couldn’t. He tried getting his momentum going, it wasn’t enough. Finally, Newman gave up.
“You might stop me, but you can never stop us all!” he said, then started laughing maniacally, kicking the air, punching the ground.
“Uhh... CM?” Adam said, holding up his shackles.
“I think I can handle that.” Babu said. He looked at the shackles, stared at them.
The room went quiet, the only noise was Newman’s laughing. Then, in the blink of an eye, Babu whipped out a key, and unlocked them.
As the shackles fell to the ground, Babu turned to me. “Condiment Man, I am Akmed’s apprentice. You have done well here. Akmed will be pleased.”
George clapped, then brushed the crumbs off his pants. “Thanks Condiment Man, I’ll see-ya around.” he said happily, then stepped through the hole in the wall, “Jerry, wait up!”
I picked Condiment Cow up, and walked toward the front of the building, when Newman shouted at me, “You will pay for this, Condiment Man! No Hands and Stupendous Boy are out in a week.” then continued laughing. The three of us jumped into the Condiment Mobile, as we drove off, I heard Newman say, “Ehh... Babu, a little help?”