The Raging Redd (part 1)
[ATTENTION YELLOW DEPARTMENT EMPLOYEES. WE ARE ON CODE RED. REDDINGTON IS ACCELERATING UPWARD AT AN ALARMING RATE. DISREGARD ALL DUTIES, AND EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. SECURITY OFFICERS WILL BE AROUND FOR ASSISTANCE]
“Huh. Reddin’ton? Ain’ he th’maintence one...? Y’don’ think this has anythin’ t’do with that lil’....tantrum I threw in Orange right? I mean, it was a wall ‘er two... but...”
“Do not worry, my Chim, what went by was not your fault, and the blame is passed. You must quickly gather your coworkers and leave the building.”
“Y’know come t’think of it, that guy ain’t--”
“Wai-wai-wait... YER th’bad one? Aren’t ya supposed t’have a costume or somethin’? Y’just look like me, ‘cept y’got ‘BAD’ written on ya in sharpie...”
“YOU KIDDIN’ ME?! THIS IS WHAT YER STUCK ON?! Y’already got horns, a pointy tail, an’ lil’ flappy davil wings. What more y’want outta me, a freakin’ pitchfork?!”
“Listen, Gumdrop! Y’dang pissed off th’meanest mauve marauder in this whole buildin’. An’ now he’s marchin’ his red rump up t’meetcha in person. F’get yer sorry coworkers, get yer stuff an’ vamoose, before Clifford th’Big Red Anger Management Case punches y’lights inta th’ next dimensional void!”
“Yeah, the other guy has a point. You really dammed the beaver on this one.”
“R-right....so get my stuff, an’ get out. Sounds easy enough...”
PART 2: HERE