“Shades.” Bluster ordered, gesturing for Robbie to put them over his eyes.
“Uh, boss, you never said to bring your shades.”
“Nuh-uh-uh! The right answer is: ‘of course, Bluster’!”
Robbie sighed. “..I’ll go back and grab ‘em.”
“Much better. Oh, and while you’re there, bring the others back to scheme with me.” He said, waving his hand as Robbie left.
Bluster then stood with his hands behind his back, observing what would soon be an expansion of Blusterland.
“Dodgems go there.. Could fit a popcorn stand over there..” He rubbed his chin.
His composure was upright, his feet in a patch of dirt. Grass riddled with treacherous thorns grew thickly around him. Bluster would never admit it- but he was too clumsy to avoid the prickles- so when coming here, he had made Robbie roll out a thick blanket to walk over the thistles. Of course, the blanket wasn’t long enough for the entire journey. She had taken the blanket back with her to walk across the thorns, when she went back for the shades.
“Hm. This place will do nicely, once we get rid of all these trees.” Bluster grumbled to himself.
His brow creased as he heard something from the distance- someone panting, hard.
He turned to see someone toddling towards him, as fast as their little legs could carry them- she was a member of his bad crowd for sure.
Resembling a marble with arms and legs, her whole left half was light purple- except for her hand, which was much darker. Her right side was the same rich shade as her hand. Her fur was cut very short on the left half of her head, whilst on the right side, her darker, thick, poofy fur had been pulled back into a pom-pom sort of thing behind her head with a spiky, metallic headband. Her right eye appeared to be lazier than the other. Her small feet allowed her to skip over the grass and thorns without a worry. It was Muttle.
She hurtled towards him as if in a panic, almost zooming right past Bluster. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he quizzed, sounding irritated.
She froze in her tracks, hands on her knees as she puffed. “Bluster! Bluster run, run Bluster! There’s a- Oh quick, quick run!”
“Whaat? What is it?” Bluster shot in response, keeping up his annoyed tone- although her panic was kind of contagious.
“A wind! A hurricane! A cyclone!” She motioned frantically, all jumpy as her words tumbled out of her mouth at a million miles an hour. “Run, quick, run!”
“Hey- but- Hey I can’t run, there are thorns everywhere!”
“It’s coming, it’s coming, quick get out of here!”
“But I can’t run what do I do!!???”
“Hug a tree, hug a tree!!! Quick, before it gets here!!”
Bluster moaned nervously, feeling wound up in the panic. He latched himself onto a tree.
“Hold tight, hold tight!!!” Muttle pressed to Bluster.
“I am! I am holding tight- oh but I can’t do this forever!”
“You’ll be blown away it’s not enough!!”
“What do I do what do i do??”
“I’ll use this string to secure you to the tree! Then you won’t have to hold on and the wind can’t blow you away!”
“Ohh- quick Quick before it gets here!!”
Muttle pulled a string out from inside her poff of hair and scrambled over to Bluster. She fastened him to the tree as tightly as she could.
Then, she stepped back and dusted her hands. She quietly chuckled to herself, before she sat down on the patch of dirt Bluster was standing on before. She casually began to bounce and adjust her fur and headband.
Pretty soon, Bluster grew very uncomfortable and shuffled awkwardly. He wondered why Muttle hadn’t run off while she had the chance.
He peered irritably at the sky. After a while he said, “Hey, I don’t hear any wind..”
“Neither do I,” Muttle replied.
Bluster frowned. After another while, he grumbled. “Hey, you said there was a wind coming!”
“Yep.”
“Then- where’s the wind!?”
“I don’t know, Bluster,” She replied, a slight mocking in her tone.
Bluster tried to piece the puzzle together, confused.
“Then- come and untie me!” He demanded, straining against the uncomfortable binds.
Muttle looked at him, pulling her mouth to one side as if considering this. “Nah,”
Bluster scoffed, offended. “Untie me this instant!”
“Sorry, can’t.” Muttle said, giving him an innocent look- before a smug smirk weaseled onto her face.
Bluster began shouting and demanding abrasively, struggling against the tree he was forced to hug.
Soon, Robbie came back, with Malcom and some other bad crowd members. They all stopped to behold the scene.
“Robbie! Malcom! Thank badness, one of you come untie me! UNtie me now!” He whined loudly.
“Hah! They can try, but I’ll just tie them to a tree, too! I’m stronger than I look, huh?” Muttle gloated. She mocked him with braggadocio, thoroughly enjoying herself.
“RobbBBBBbbiIIiIIIIIIIEEEEe!” Bluster yelled.
But Robbie didn’t answer his call. She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, at Bluster awkwardly tied hugging a tree. And by that small, boastful creature no less!
Bluster whinged and moaned, calling for the help of his underlings. “MalcoOom, come here noOOOw!!”
“If Malcom comes any closer he’ll be tied to a tree, too!” Muttle chortled.
“I’m going to fIRE YOU ONCE I GET OUT OF HERE!”
“You just stay there, Bluster, and you won’t fire anybody,” Muttle said as she strut around. “And what’s more, if anyone dares to free Bluster I’ll come back for them and tie them to a tree- so tight they can’t move a finger!”
She laughed, entertained at the thought. She knew Bluster would be freed the moment she left, though. She didn’t mind.
She looked to Bluster, a smug expression on her face as she watched him go feral. “Aww, why are you so upset, Bluster?” She teased, “I’m sure the tree loves having cuddles with you!!”
She burst into a fit of chitters.
Bluster went absolutely livid as she continued taunting him- and she figured she had better go.
One last prideful remark, and Muttle skipped away- chuckling and tittering all the way home.
And that’s how Muttle tied Bluster to a tree! I can’t promise more of these but I will definitely try! Muttle has gotten herself into some serious fixes..
(This story was largely based off of a chapter in Brer Rabbit Again, by Enid Blyton. Most of these stories will be, until I can plot my own tricks for her)