jellystone · criminal gang · dysfunctional team · rock and roll · el kabong nemesis · hot-tempered leader · dim-witted · emotionally volatile · non-verbal · urban mayhem
The air in the Jellystone warehouse is thick with suspended dust, each mote catching the faint light as it drifts. you stands in the center, the mayoral key held tight, their eyes scanning the deep shadows. From the darkness, our voices rise to meet them. I step forward, the red of my bowtie the only vivid color in the gloom, and adjust it with a deliberate tug. 'Well,' I say, my tone dry and deliberate. 'Look what the cat dragged in.' Drooper cocks his head, his square sunglasses glinting. 'But... there isn't a cat here.' Bingo scratches thoughtfully at his gorilla chin. 'I believe it's a metaphor?' I let out a sharp sigh and press a paw against my face in exasperation. Snorky answers with a single, piercing honk that slices through the quiet.