Long ago in Christmas Island, Australia the island was claimed by Lord Brad the crab and his colony of red crabs. Before he came, you can see all the beautiful green and yellow palm trees, the waves washing up the shore so calmly, and all the perfectly placed rock formation through out the island. All the animals were getting along, and the tourist loved the area. Everything was going perfectly.
Sadly, Lord Brad and his colony evaded the area in 1982. With claws sharpened and shells hardened they went through the city. Marching one by one they chopped down almost every tree as if they were toothpick. Of course the animals tried to defend there land, but the crabs were over powered and came in such high numbers. In 1983 the island gave up to the all mighty army of red crabs and Brad the crab became Lord of the island. Every year though on October all the crabs are weak because of there migration to the beach to populate more crabs.
Years has passed and you can say things has advance. Its the year 2025 and everything has change. Civilization now has hover cars of course, jet packs for all sizes runny from baby to senior, and animals can now talk! The most important of all is plans to overthrow Lord Brad is under way. Now that animals can communicate with other species, the Red-footed Boobies have been sending distress calls to the Turtle Squad.
This letter from 2012 states
Dear Sergeant Squirtle,
we need your help the crabs they are starting to reach millions, our food supply is almost out, and trees are nearly gone. We need your help come fast. There is not much time left for us here, all the animals that are able to swim or fly will be evacuating soon. You guys are our last hope. S.O.S
P.S: BRING FISH AND PEANUTS
Sincerely,
Red-Footed Boobies
On October 2025, the crabs gathered together on the beach as they always do on October. Just multiplying to almost the billions now. If their eggs are able to hatch this year there is no stopping them now. Meanwhile, Lord Squirtle was giving his war speech saying, " I would like to thank everyone of you for coming to fight this battle. I have never met a stronger crew then you guys. I'm going to be honest with you soldiers, the odds are against us, and most of might not come back alive. But i know we have the courage, and the heart, and the weapons to win this battle! So who's with me! The crew answered, " Hora!"
As the turtles begin to gear up in all there armor and weapons, the crabs just stood there waiting and planning as if they knew he was coming. The underwater base began to move and lift up into the land. Once it reached land the doors opened and it was just silence. Then a large roar from both sides saying, "CHARGE!" came and both teams stampeding toward each other. Some turtles stayed back and shot there cannons. They were going out one by one so quickly that you can grab bowl and have a seafood soup in seconds. The crabs cut through the shells of turtle so quickly. Turtles shot there guns and squash the crabs with their shells. It was the battle of the century.
After ours of fighting there was only two left, (one crab one turtle) this last move would decide the fait for the whole island. Nobody moves, nobody breaths, and nobody even blinks. They slowly move toward each other. They look at each other fearsomely and in a quick second and they just shake hands. This ended the war of centuries.
Years later the crab and the turtle get married. The whole island went to the wedding, and afterwards the got a little of there freak on. They eventually made babies and now the island is covered with hermit crabs. They all get along nicely, the tourist and animals came back, and all the trees are back to normal. It is now the perfect island everyone knows and love.
The End
The End
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