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CLOVERFIELD II: SNAPPY'S REVENGE
It was a day like any other day as Herring Warden, Ali B., made the rounds at the Town Brook making sure the fish ladders were safe and ready for the passage of thousands of herring from the sea up to their spawning grounds. She was used to logs, plastic bags filled with dog feces, dead fish, and other treasures getting caught in the grate at the bottom of Newfield Street's ladder, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was to find that day...
What the hell?...she thought to herself as she stared down at the twisted neck of a scaly monster. For a wild moment she thought of E.T., but then she saw the shell. There was a mammoth 35 pound snapping turtle caught against the grate by the water flow. After freaking out inside for a minute she thought, it's going to be really hard to get him out of there, but at least he's dead. Hoping she wouldn't have to actually get into the three and a half foot deep ladder, she attempted to pry the giant reptile out of the grate with a stick.
"GROAAARRRR!" The turtle groaned and feebly tried to move his legs.
OMG he's not DEAD! Ali frantically scanned the surrounding area for help. The only people around were a bunch of rag-tag youths at the basketball court. Seeing the distress on her face, one of the young women of the gang came over to investigate. It was doubtful that this little hoodrat had ever seen a turtle in her life, nevermind an enormous one so she promptly attracted the entire pick-up basketball game.
"Holy shit! You can't get that thing outta there, he'll take your hand off!" -Gang Member #1
"Damn, I ain't messin with that shit." -Gang Member #2
"Call animal control!" -Hoodrat
Not wanting to waste any more time while the turtle remained squashed against the grate, Ali went to her car and got her waders and a jacket. She climbed into her waders and over the fence at the fish ladder. Her audience was still there.
"You crazy!" - Gang Member #3
"Damn that shit is deep!" -Gang Member #2
"I'm so scared right now." -Hoodrat
"I'm scared too, but I have to get him out of there." Ali said as she jumped into the water, all Indiana Jones-like. She approached the turtle from behind and gently placed her jacket over his head. The turtle's head, incidentally, was bigger than Ali's hand. Ali was aware of the fact that one snap could cost her her future career as the best female bassist of all time.
"That is way too cute a jacket to ruin." -Hoodrat
The turtle didn't struggle as Ali lifted him out of the water with great difficulty. Huffing and puffing, she then pulled herself out of the fish ladder but was faced with the problem of getting the turtle and herself over the fence. Luckily, Tevin (Gang Member #4) was willing to help. Tevin, Alison, and the hoodrat girl carried Old Snappy down to the pond and released him.
"Ya like, wicked nice fa doin that." -Hoodrat
"It was my duty." Ali told her, and rode off into the sunset.
After a few minutes, the turtle seemed to be doing fine. A little shell-shocked perhaps, but just fine.
The End
It was a day like any other day as Herring Warden, Ali B., made the rounds at the Town Brook making sure the fish ladders were safe and ready for the passage of thousands of herring from the sea up to their spawning grounds. She was used to logs, plastic bags filled with dog feces, dead fish, and other treasures getting caught in the grate at the bottom of Newfield Street's ladder, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was to find that day...
What the hell?...she thought to herself as she stared down at the twisted neck of a scaly monster. For a wild moment she thought of E.T., but then she saw the shell. There was a mammoth 35 pound snapping turtle caught against the grate by the water flow. After freaking out inside for a minute she thought, it's going to be really hard to get him out of there, but at least he's dead. Hoping she wouldn't have to actually get into the three and a half foot deep ladder, she attempted to pry the giant reptile out of the grate with a stick.
"GROAAARRRR!" The turtle groaned and feebly tried to move his legs.
OMG he's not DEAD! Ali frantically scanned the surrounding area for help. The only people around were a bunch of rag-tag youths at the basketball court. Seeing the distress on her face, one of the young women of the gang came over to investigate. It was doubtful that this little hoodrat had ever seen a turtle in her life, nevermind an enormous one so she promptly attracted the entire pick-up basketball game.
"Holy shit! You can't get that thing outta there, he'll take your hand off!" -Gang Member #1
"Damn, I ain't messin with that shit." -Gang Member #2
"Call animal control!" -Hoodrat
Not wanting to waste any more time while the turtle remained squashed against the grate, Ali went to her car and got her waders and a jacket. She climbed into her waders and over the fence at the fish ladder. Her audience was still there.
"You crazy!" - Gang Member #3
"Damn that shit is deep!" -Gang Member #2
"I'm so scared right now." -Hoodrat
"I'm scared too, but I have to get him out of there." Ali said as she jumped into the water, all Indiana Jones-like. She approached the turtle from behind and gently placed her jacket over his head. The turtle's head, incidentally, was bigger than Ali's hand. Ali was aware of the fact that one snap could cost her her future career as the best female bassist of all time.
"That is way too cute a jacket to ruin." -Hoodrat
The turtle didn't struggle as Ali lifted him out of the water with great difficulty. Huffing and puffing, she then pulled herself out of the fish ladder but was faced with the problem of getting the turtle and herself over the fence. Luckily, Tevin (Gang Member #4) was willing to help. Tevin, Alison, and the hoodrat girl carried Old Snappy down to the pond and released him.
"Ya like, wicked nice fa doin that." -Hoodrat
"It was my duty." Ali told her, and rode off into the sunset.
After a few minutes, the turtle seemed to be doing fine. A little shell-shocked perhaps, but just fine.
The End