Quest For Honey Part Two: We Can't Give Up Now

Winnie the Pooh and Master Goat are trapped in a dungeon and their friends are on the run from the cruel heffalumps and woozels. The evil Jagular has nearly seized all of the remaining land and now all that remains is the One Rocky Mountain.
Will the bad guys stop our heroes from saving the world or will they make more allies? Or even more enemies?

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1. In Which The Jagular Torments Pooh and Goat

Winnie the Pooh’s tummy was rumbling and very loudly.

            “Pooh, that’s the fiftieth time your tummy has been rumbling today,” Goat said. “It’s also the five hundredth time it’s been rumbling since we were thrown in here. Can you please just eat something?”

            “I would,” Pooh said innocently. “If only they would serve me some yummy food. Mainly honey.”

            “I don’t think jailers is that nice,” Goat told him firmly. “Especially if they’re heffalumps and woozels.”

            Pooh and Master Goat of the Forest Protection Rangers had been in their freezing and wet dungeon cell for a whole week now. All they had been doing in it is sitting on their cold, sharp rocks and feeling miserable. They couldn’t escape because their cell was heavy guarded by heffalump soldiers outside and ten security cameras on the cell’s roof. Not to mention Goat had no items to help them break free.

Their jailers, the heffalumps and woozels, only paid them a visit once a day. It was when they would give the prisoners their only meal of the day. It was the same thing every day: some disgusting vegetables and water from a dirty puddle. Pooh just couldn’t eat and drink that stuff; he did once, but it made him feel ill. He was hungry and thirsty right now, but at least he wasn’t ill. Even so, his tummy was still rumbling and it kept getting louder as everyday went by. And it was getting on Goat’s nerves.

            Pooh and Goat were also worried about their friends. Because no one had told them about anything, they didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, if they hadn’t heard anything, they must be out of harm’s way. On the other hand, because no one knew what happened since they escaped the Jagular’s Mansion, they couldn’t stop worrying about them.

            Then suddenly their cell door opened. Pooh and Goat were surprised as they had never seen it open twice on a day since they were locked in. They saw entering the dungeon two heffalumps and the cruel Jagular.

            “You guys are not eating?” The Jagular noticed the plate of disgusting food and the glass of dirty water left on the rocky floor.

            “No,” Goat said. “We’re too worried to eat and drink.”

            “Also,” Pooh said, “if you could give us some nicer food for a change. Like honey, for example.”

            “My chef works very hard to give you food and you repay her by insulting her?” the Jagular snapped.

            Pooh started to feel guilty. Then Goat hugged him to calm him down.

            “Don’t let him get to you, Pooh,” he said to the teddy bear. “He’s never been the best at insulting.” Then he glared at the Jagular. “I know your chef works hard making for meals for you every day and leaves us with the scraps no one wants to eat.”

            “Well, I’ve got too much on my plate right now,” the mean ruler snapped. “Trying to find the last refugees and looking for your friends.”

            “How can finding our friends be on your plate?” Pooh asked. “It must be a massive plate.”

            “Pooh, what he means is that he’s very busy at moment,” Goat said. “Busy at being very evil.”

            The Jagular just growled. “We have covered up most of the land and we still haven’t found your friends…”

            Pooh and Goat looked hopeful.

            “…yet,” the cruel leader said. “We haven’t checked Seventy Seven Grasslands. That’s our next stop. And I doubt that they will survive beyond there. You know what I mean, don’t you, Goat?”

            Then he and his heffalump guards walked out.

            Pooh turned to Goat. “I don’t understand, Goat. What did the Jagular mean about beyond the Seventy Seven Grasslands?”

            Goat took a deep sigh before he began telling Pooh about it. The more the teddy bear listened, the more worried he became.

 

 

The Jagular went to his vast army barracks behind his mansion. It had the full works: powerful weapons, vehicles from the smallest car to the biggest plane, loads of technology products and the large training grounds for the soldiers to do their exercises.

            The Jagular was impressed with seeing how hard at work the heffalumps woozels were at getting ready for the final push of his invasion, though he started to feel sad that General Boomer was not here anymore. He knew he was a spy and a traitor the whole time, but his new generals, both a heffalump and a woozel, weren’t half as good as him. Boomer was twice the general either of them would ever be.

            “Generals,” the Jagular called. “Gather your soldiers. I want a word with them.”

            The generals called everyone in the army to gather around the Jagular.

            “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “I know that we have been working very hard trying to create the life we want to live and we have been searching for those scoundrels that have stole samples of our power source: the Honey.

            “But we can’t give up now. We need to find them before they get to Refugee Mountain and give the refugees a shred of hope. Good news is that we have looked nearly everywhere and haven’t found them yet. Why is that good news, you ask? Well, the only places we haven’t searched are the Seventy-Seven Grasslands and beyond.”

            The whole army gasped.

            “I know. The rouge heffalumps and woozels who don’t wish to serve me. But they don’t like our enemies either. So that’s why they don’t stand a chance. So the sooner we get them, the sooner the war will be over and the world will be a better place. Carry on!”

            The heffalumps and woozels cheered as they watched him walk away.

 

 

Later, the Jagular saw three silver helicopters ready for their mission. He approached the heffalump and woozel soldiers.

            “Remember,” he said. “I just want those Honey samples. Whatever you do with the thieves, I don’t care. Just get the Honey back to me, understand?”

            With sadist grins, the soldiers nodded.

            “Okay. Good luck.” The Jagular stepped back and grinned as he watched the helicopters vanish into thin air.

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