"Well, what have we got here?" The gay, anthropomorphic monkey said.
The possum had been caught. He had better back himself out of the ventallation duct before the files were transfered, fortunately for him, he still had a trick or two up his sleeve.
"What we've got here is Failure... To comunicate." The crafty possum crypitcally answered. The monkey was caught off-guard.
"An interesting answer." The monkey said, the interesting mixture of roosteriness and flamboyancy shinging through in his voice. "But it won't save New Troposphere City. Not by a longshot."
The possum was living on borrowed time. The nuclear reactor could only last so long. He felt it's heat radiating from beneath him. The dramatic conclusion to an interesting saga. The ooze in the tunnel around him slickened his fur. He had an idea.
"Hey Monkey." The possum said, readying his grappling hook.
"What?" The monkey responded. A tone that was not quite nervous was faint in his voice.
You know the files you need for yor evil plan to be complete?" He said, setting his watch to ring an alarm in several seconds.
"Yes, they're almost done transferring. And when they're done, I'll set the key into the nuclear reactor and..."
"Shove it. Those aren't the files you're looking for."
"That can't be!" The monkey was obviously shocked.
"Transfer these files."
The monkey tossed his watch out beneath the monkey. He shot his grappling hook off the side of the tower, grabbed his dame and hit the floor running.
The monkey shouted "You'll never get away with this!"
The possum smiled coyly. "I already have."
He did a backflip off the tower with his babe held tightly in his arms. The watch went off, the monkey stared down at it. Just as the helicopter the hook had attaced to pulled both the possum and his dashing bride off into the horizon, the nuclear reactor's protective layer broke up, and the gay monkey dropped to his doom.
The possum and his to be wife embraced eachother.
The end.
