Al vs. Al: Part Two
Creeper, the cunning Aisha thief who interrupted Al’s Lab (Al Returns), was
currently basking in his hideout.
“Heh heh, those Chia Police will never find me here.”
His words were cut short as Al’s impostor burst into the room. “Prepare for
the worst, Alien Aisha-ish creature!!” Creeper gasped.
“AIEEEEE!!!” The Impostor raised a superpowered paw and…
WHACK! Al pounded his hamburger meat, humming as the juice splattered
all over his kitchen. “Just wait till you taste my secret spaghetti recipe!”
He called to the dining room. Fluffy screeched, scratching at the front door
frantically in a desperate effort to escape as Al began to grate some ancient
“It’s great I can start early. All the Lupes I was planning to study were knocked
out. Hm, wonder why…” He sliced the head off a Grakle Bug as he thought. “Oh
well. And now for the secret ingredient!” He reached into his refrigerator,
pulling out a jar of horseradish and emptying the contents into the vat with
a satisfying squelch. “It sounds and smells bad, I know Fluffy, but I guarantee
it will be good!” Fluffy listened to the unpleasant sounds from the kitchen.
He looked around frantically, trying to find a way to escape his owner’s cooking.
Hyperventilating, he reached for the window, but discovered metal bars blocking
his way. Gasping, he gnawed at them, shattering his teeth. He fell to the floor,
his eyes wide with fright. “And don’t try to run either.” Al emerged from the
kitchen, holding a slime-covered salad spoon. An almost sinister smile crept
across his face. “It’s impossible to escape my cooking.” Fluffy swallowed nervously.
The Impostor waddled away, humming quietly. Phil, Al’s tomato-coloured brother
and sibling rival since birth, was literally tied into a pretzel. “Ow…” he yelped,
trying to pull himself free. The Impostor was finished closing in on Al’s mortal
enemies. Rocky the Cobrall wrapped himself around Al’s leg, purring. “All right.
We’ve destroyed all of Al’s enemies, both mortal and immortal. Now all we have
to do is seek out the Chia himself, and…” His eyes lit up, and the trees in
front of him exploded in a shower of greenery. He walked down the newly created
path, his eyes blazing with thoughts of bad things…
Al looked out his window as he piled whipped cream into his sauce vat. “Hm?”
He wiped his stained glasses off and looked again, confused. Nothing. “Hm… I
could have sworn I saw an evil clone and his cleverly named sidekick preparing
to destroy me…” He shrugged. At that moment, a large tentacle burst from his
sauce, showering the kitchen with the foul mixture and seizing Al’s attention.
“PIFFLE! OH NO YOU DON’T!!” Al screamed. He beat the tentacle back down with
a wooden spoon. It gurgled unpleasantly as it sank back down. Fluffy gurgled
unhappily from the dining room, sinking into his seat as well.
The Impostor blew the door open. Al dropped his spoon into the mix in surprise,
where it dissolved on contact. “Hey!” He whipped the charred remnants of garlic
bread from the oven, pointing it at the intruder. The intruder laughed. “So,
you want a food fight, do you?” His eyes flashed, and the pasta shot from its
package, zooming straight for Al. He whacked them away with his garlic bread.
“Who are you?” Al gaped in surprise. “And why do you look like me?” The intruder
glared at Al’s bread, and it snapped in two. Al blinked, staring at it. “Oh
Piffle…that’s the first time anyone has been able to break my bread!” He threw
it down and fled from the kitchen. “FLUFFY!” He bellowed. “HELP!!” Fluffy screeched,
thinking Al was bringing dinner in, and fled into the other room. “Double Piffle…”
Al bellowed, the impostor charging after him. “Get back here cowardly prototype!”
the Impostor screamed, throwing a fork off the table at him. Al dodged, then
dashed into his library, the Impostor bursting in after him. He grabbed Robin
Lupe from its place on his bookshelf. “EAT LUPOLOGY!” He screamed, heaving it
at the Impostor with all his might. It fell short, and landed about a foot away
with a dull thud. The Impostor raised an eyebrow. “Triple Piffle…” Al stared
at the fallen Lupe book. “I knew I should have been in Furgleton Little League.”
He fled his library, screaming as books shot at him at the Impostor’s will.
Fluffy crawled out from under the table. Upon seeing Al’s clone, he had figured
out what was going on. He hissed, looking around. A plan formed in his head.
He slithered into the kitchen, listening to the fighting sounds from upstairs.
Suddenly, a black shadow passed in front of him. Fluffy paused. Rocky paused.
They glared at each other carefully. Fluffy pulled out his Lost Desert sunglasses,
and placed them onto his face. Rocky slit his eyes, and flicked out a black
tongue. They circled each other, hissing and spitting. Fluffy stopped. Rocky
stopped. Then, Fluffy moved lightning fast, whipping out… Al’s sauce! He held
his breath as he held a spoonful of Al’s foul creation towards Rocky with his
tail. Rocky screeched in horror, his eyes crossed, and he promptly exploded
into a puddle of black goo. Fluffy blinked. All that was left was a stain of
black on Al’s wall. He smiled, and looked towards the huge vat, simmering on
the kitchen counter.
Al shivered, finally cornered. The Impostor smiled, raising a dark blue paw.
“Well, Chia, it looks like your luck has finally run out!” He plucked off Al’s
glasses, and stomped on them. Al reached into his pocket and pulled out another
pair. He snatched these too. Al pulled out yet another. The impostor grabbed
these and threw them out the window. “STOP THAT!!” He screamed. Al blinked,
“All right, pathetic Chia…” He smiled, reaching for his hidden frost cannon.
“Now it’s time to meet your mummy and daddy…”
Al jumped. “Really? I’m going to Mystery Island?”
The Impostor paused. “Uh… I figured they wouldn’t be around that long…”
“Oh no… They’re alive and thriving.”
“Hm…” He shook his head. “Never mind that! PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED!”
At that moment, Fluffy pushed the vat of Al’s secret sauce onto the Impostor
The impostor stopped. He began to shake violently. His eyes light up to a submissive
purple as his square glasses flew off. His last words were, “Oh Piffle…” as
he exploded into tiny bits of black goo.
Fluffy and Al were blown clear out of the room, both screeching horribly. Suddenly,
it was quiet. Al blinked, reaching into his bottomless pocket and pulling out
yet another pair of glasses. “Geeze, what a Negghead. Using my catch phrase.”
He got up, brushing black goo off his lab coat. “That was fun.” Fluffy glared
at him. Al glared right back, then sighed. “Well, it looks like that sauce isn’t
going to be into my spaghetti, and it looks like I’ll never be making that sauce
again. I guess we’ll just go out to eat tonight.” Fluffy smiled from hood to
hood. Al patted his PetPet on the head, gave him a grin, and waddled down the
stairs to get his keys. Fluffy was overjoyed. Hopping to his headphones, he
put them on full blast. Celebrate Fungi, a song by Chomby and the Fungus Balls,
blared into Fluffy’s ears. “CEEEEELEBRATE FUNGI, COME ON!! EVERYONE CELEBRATE!!”
Fluffy slithered in celebration as he slid down the banister. “Oh, by the way,”
Al called, opening the door. “Tomorrow is Meatloaf night.”
Fluffy’s CD skipped, and his happy expression fell like a ton of bricks. He
flew off the banister and landed with an unpleasant thump against the side of
the wall. “Hissss….”