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Merrick Looked at Andy.
Andy looked at Merrick.
They both looked at the kid, riding the donkey behind them.
Who the hell did the brat think he was kidding?
Said brat was currently struggling to keep up with them on their horses while holding down whatever thing was obviously moving around in his bag.
While it was easy enough at first to ignore his annoying pleas and orders to whatever it was in his bag to shut up.
The two brought their horses to reign, stopping in front of the boy.
"All right brat, what the hell do you have"
Anarchy shifted slightly, noise continuing to come from his pack, as well as bumps moving around in the thin cloth. "Noooothing."
The older man glared at their young ward
"You've had that thing since we stopped near the great plains, you're gonna have to let it go before we get too far from it's natural habitat."
Anarchys lip started quivering, and he got a stubborn look on his face as he started to speak in a whining tone. "He needs me to survive! If you make me put him back, you're opressing his right to live!"
Andy sighed while Merrick sidled up and grabbed the bag, shaking it untill it's writhing captive fell out.
".....You nabbed a baby griphon" Andy stared in shock, wonder how the fuck they were gonna get out of this problem.
"Yah! He's just a baby! He can't take care of himself, so I feed him fish and crackers!" Anarchy tried to grab at his squacking pet, suceeding only in falling off his ass.
"Yes, but where there's a baby Griphon, there's a fucking parent you little dumbass!" Merrick's horse reared back from the thing scratching at it's legs.
"Nuh uh, I've had it for a day and it hasn't shown-" Anarchy was cut off by a whooshing noise, as wings beat the air above him.
"Fuuuuuck" Andy and Merrick didn't bother grabbing their weapons, Andy grabbed Anarchys rains and pulled him behind him and Merrick, trying to escape the thing chasing behind them. Merrick crumbled under his breath, clearly the kid needed to learn what was and was not proper bait behavior.
"I wanna see the tigaaas" the little boy pulled on Anarchy, who rolled his eyes at the bright eyed little minion of cute. Had he acted like this as a kid?
"Daaaaaaad can I get a snow cone?" Chom Chom pulled at the pants leg and pointed at the vendor traversing the zoo, selling his overpriced wears.
"Nnn...fine, I'll get you one" Anarchy strode towords the cart and it's stupid colorfull umbrella on top, pulling his wallet out.
"All right, what flavor do you want?" Anarchy waited for an answer.
And waited.
"Hey, I asked-" The redheaded man turned towords the kid, only to find that there, oddly enough, was not a kid behind him (though oddly enough, he could see that one fatass with a crush on his dad, cleaning up after elephant poo). This was very bad. Very bad in the sense of small child falling into a repiblican party meeting, or being kidnapped by an annoying spoiled girlybitch.
"OH MY GOD, THAT KID IS THE GORRILLA CAGE"
Anarchy ran harder than he ever had, filled with fear and adrenaline.
But he couldn't help but think that at least the gorillas wouldn't brainwash him with pink.