Australia can be a dangerous place if you're not familiar with its dangerous trappings. Hurricanes, the bleeding sun, cyclones, acidic plants. I can go on! Funnel-web spiders... Great White Sharks... Tiger Snakes... Crocodile Dundee... There's a load of dangers out there, and those are just the most immediate ones. But the one thing that's worse than all of those dangers combined is angry, drunken Australians. And in Jean-Luc & Joey's case, they were in for a doozy...

It was dark. It was quiet. Only the sounds of a truck rolling through the badlands as a large metal crate rattled in motion. The vibrations shift through the cage and cause one of the unconscious bodies to reawaken. A physically impaired Jean-Luc groaned as he laid upside-down on the cold floor. His backside was in the air while his tail gently tickled his nose.

"Achoo!" Jean-Luc sneezed. He rolled over to his stomach and gave a look to his flattened partner. Jean-Luc gave his sleeping brother a pat on the head, only to be greeted with a loud yawn. The brothers' cage was then shaken by a violent bump in the road. The canyon had cracks in the flooring. Broken slabs of rocks cluttered the road. This canyon was large and unstable.

Jean-Luc poked his head through the bars of the cage and saw something ominous. He had to make it out. It was difficult, but he believed to have seen muscular men in leather outfits and jackets. These men stood on the edges of the canyon, watching as the truck parked near the canyon's rim. Jean-Luc reeled to his slumbering son as the vehicle's transmission powered down.

"Joey? Joey, wake up," Jean-Luc said in a hush.

"Mmm... banana fudge sundae..." Joey muttered in his sleep. Just before Jean-Luc could plan his escape, a large quarry collides with his head, knocking him out once again. 

Meanwhile, the truck had shut down at the canyon's rim. The driver, revealed to be the bartending lizard, stepped out and lifted two fingers in his hand. The men on the outer edge signaled him and others like him, which came from the woodworks and took hold of their game. The large men shook the cage roughly and began to carry the duo through a large cave.

After the drunken glaze wore off, Jean-Luc and Joey could finally open their eyes. To their shock, their eyes were blasted by a glimmering light. The gleam was less like the sun and more like a seat. A throne, to be specific. The thrown was designed with Bushwacka swords embedded on its top. The blades were even shaped like animal horns with dream catchers dangling on the ends. The throne was made of melted gold, and sitting on that gold was a large armadillo with a handlebar mustache. 

The armadillo was fitted with broad shoulders, a blood-dried skull necklace, and a kangaroo ring. The armadillo stood proudly to let the furls on his chest shine under the flaming sun. He took a deep a deep breath and shouted, "I AM THE KIINNNG OF AUSTRAAAAIIILLAAAAAA!!!!!" Australia echoed through the canyon, rustling through the basin like a diminished earthquake. 

The king sat back down and glared heavily at the dynamic duo. One of the leather-clad soldiers handed the king a list of felonies that these heathens committed in this beautiful country. The list contained the following violations:

• Looking like fools
• Wearing Ridiculous Outfits
• Having a Fat Nose
• Having No Nose
• Liberal Tourism
• Etcetera, etcetera

The list went on before a particular one was found at the bottom. And it was circled:

• INSULTED OUR BEER!!
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As the king focused on this particular crime, cracks were made in his eyes. His fists shuffled intensely, and the sheet began to crumble in his bare claws. The king then crumbled the paper up and spat at the duo, with a spit garb landing on Joey's hat.

"You bloody mates are in a lot of trouble now," the king began, only for Jean-Luc to sit there snickering. Jean-Luc hovered over Joey and said lightly, "I like him. He's crazy."

"Crazy, eh?!" The king shouted as he overheard the humble fox, "Oohhh... Y'er in for it now, ya' little wacka!" By the snap of a finger, the king's leather-clad followers drag out a cage. Covered by a tattered cloth, the cell shook violently before its surrounding audience. A harsh growl could be heard as the shakes wrought fear in the fox and rabbit pair.

Upon pulling the sheets, a raging gorilla bursts out from beneath! It roared as the intoxicating heat throbbed its silverback skin. The creature was stark-raving mad. Suddenly, the beast beat its chest and slammed its body against the ends of its cage. The door, weak and in need of serious repair, bursts open, and the gorilla sprinted out to its nearest target. Jean-Luc and Joey scream until their cage is thrown a wooden board. The weighted cell dangled over the canyon's edge, with only a small patch of ground left to stand on. 

Jean-Luc and Joey stare deeply over the edge. A loud gulp could be heard as their eyes widened and their bodies fell limp. It took the blink of an eye to see the gorilla go the distance and appear directly in front of the dangling cage. The gorilla's breath steamed the duo—a horribly-scented breath to be clear, which smelt like hot peppers mixed with a cajun stew. Joey would see the mighty gorilla and attempt to make peace with it. He extended a gentle hand to its fur. CHOMP! The gorilla nearly tore the boy's hand off! Good thing Joey retracted fast...

A series of laughs erupted from the leather-clad bushmen. A whistle is heard, and a set of bananas were thrown in the prisoners' cage. Jean-Luc and Joey froze, knowing what was about to happen next. 

BANG! The gorilla rushed into the cage, grabbing wildly for the bananas, leaving the animal pair to reel back in fear. Jean-Luc and Joey try their best to avoid the gorilla's arms. Unfortunately, Jean-Luc made the mistake of crushing his foot on the gorilla's fingers. 

"OOH?" the gorilla reacted. It pulled back to investigate. Its hand... it was throbbing. Jerks... stepping on a poor gorilla's hand. The gorilla then made a pout on its face and punched the cage as a result! The cage was sent flying, leaving everyone up top to stand there in disbelief. A long-winded yell could be heard throughout the badlands.

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!" bellowed a screaming Jean-Luc and Joey. The cage banged against the canyon walls, denting and crunching the edges like a sheet of metal. The cage beat itself over a long riverbed and landed cleanly into the sand. And as everything slowed to a crawl, the cage door finally fell open, letting a funky fox pop his head out.

"Huh...?" the curious fox pondered, "H-hey! We're alive! Hooray! C'mon son, let's get outta here!" Jean-Luc plucked Joey from out of the cage and began a long walk into the badlands. They felt like they were in the safe zone now, but that would all be in vain. The king and his men watched their convicts run, with no intention to turn back.

As the carefree duo walked from the wreckage, a gunshot is heard. Jean-Luc turned his head and was shocked to find the top of his tail grazed and a bullet hole to boot. He looked up and made a sudden scream. His heart bounced out of his mouth like a paddleball as he caught wind of a terrifying discovery. The king as he and his leather-clad men were back, locked and loaded with arms. Sniper rifles, bows, arrows, spears, and didgeridoos aimed and ready to fire!

"GIVE 'EM A GOB 'FUL!" the king demanded. His army cocked their weapons and fired rapidly at our travelers. Without hesitation, Jean-Luc grabbed Joey by the ears and made a mad dash through the desert. They ran straight as the bullets rained down by their feet. Jean-Luc and Joey had to find cover fast, or at least a vehicle. It was there when Jean-Luc's tail had a brilliant idea. First, the tail poked the floundering Joey. Then, it pointed Joey to a nearby camper van. Joey's eyes widened, and the bunny quickly turned the fox's attention to the seated vehicle. 

"Over there!" he would shout, giving Jean-Luc enough of a motive to head to run for it. The brothers run for the parked van, dodging every bullet that came their way. They lunged into the side of the van and headed towards the doors. Surprisingly, the camper van already had a driver, and he was just having a conversation on the phone.

"Dad? Dad. No, dad, I'm not a crazed poacher. I'm a hunter," The camper said during his call. He would elaborate further until a knock on the door stopped him mid-sentence. The driver looked over his shoulder to find Joey standing at the door. Joey waved and said, "How's it goin'?" to the confused Australian. But just before he could say another word, Jean-Luc grappled with the hunter and threw him out of the car. 

The driver fell in the dirt. He would then hear his van's tires peel out and a couple of wackos hollering joyfully into the sunset. Up above, the king watched the pair escape. He threw down his golden sniper rifle and jumped on it in a tantrum. The boys were on the run, and you can surely bet that the king and his men were far from done.