Sunny In Cleveland, Part 10: Waterlogged

"Look, Sunsplash! We're almost out of here!"

"Yay! Daddeh bestest daddeh evah!"

>Jen stops and looks at you

"But...how are we gonna get out of here? Don't we need keys for one of these boats?"

>Anon yells from the inside of a pretty large boat

"Don't worry! I know how to hotwire this fucker! Let's see...this is the keyswitch...just touch these...aaaaand..."

>The boat starts up

"Anon...why do you know how to do this?"

"Can't really talk about that."

"Alright, then...Let's get out of here."

>You set sail on Lake Erie, heading northwest toward Erie, Michigan

>You lay down below deck in the boat's lounge

>Whoever owned this thing sure had good taste

"So, Anon...how far away are we?"

"That's CAPTAIN Anon to you..."

>You sigh

"Alright...CAPTAIN Anon, how far are we from shore?"

"That's better...maybe like two, three hours."

>You lay back down, cradling Sunsplash to your chest

>Jen is standing out on deck, watching the water

"Hey, Jen...what are you gonna do after all this is over?"

"I never really thought about it...I probably don't have a home to go back to..."

>You nearly slap yourself for bringing that up

>Her house or apartment or whatever was probably eviscerated in the blast

>Nice going, dick

"Oh...well, I'm sure it'll all work out..."

"Yeah..."

>At least you're almost out of this mess

"GUYS, HANG ON TO SOMETHING!"

>You feel the boat lurch as Anon suddenly cuts power to the propeller

>Then you hear screaming

"Oh for fuck's sake."

>You go up on deck and see that some debris from Cleveland has floated out onto the lake

>And some fluffies have hitched a ride on it

"Scawy fwoaty munstah! Nu huwt fwuffy!"

>How the hell have they not drowned?

>The debris field is pretty big

>There must be at least 200 of them out here

"Shit, guys...boat won't start back up."

>You look over the edge and see that you've struck some of the debris

>AND a few fluffies

>The wreckage from Cleveland tore a hole in the boat's gas tank

>There's gasoline leaking out into the water

"Oh, shit...Anon, is there anything at all you can do?"

"No...nothing's happening."

"Great..."

>A Unicorn fluffy waddles forward on his little raft

"Dis Smawty's fwoaty! Hooman munstas weave or hewd gif big owwies!"

>Goddammit

>Even if you're in the middle of a fucking lake, miles from civilization, the little bastards manage to find you and send their smarty after you

>You still want to avoid making things any worse

"Listen, little guy...we can't leave. Our boat's broken."

"Den Smawty gun gif you owwies!"

>The smarty puffs up his cheeks and begins sparking his horn

"Woah! Don't-"

>The sparks immediately ignite the gasoline

>The water around the herd goes up in flames

"Marcus...is that the shark from Cleveland?"

>You turn around and look out at the water

>Sure enough, a large fin is moving toward the boat

>Either the movement of the debris, or your boat must have attracted it

>The fluffies shitting and pissing all over couldn't have helped

"WAAAHHHH! BUWNY! OWWIES! HEWP FWUFFY!"

>Most of the fluffies are now on fire

>The shark circles the wreckage, waiting to make its move

>Suddenly, a group of fluffies jumps from the debris into the water

>The shark bolts toward them and they are quickly devoured

>Many more fluffies follow suit, either burning, drowning, or being eaten

>Soon enough, the entire herd is dead

>You and Jen stare, your mouths agape

>Anon is filming the whole thing on his phone

"...and that one's for Shark Week."

>Jen looks at you

"What now...we can't sail anywhere now."

"Right...and we can't swim either..."

>You sit down, pondering your options

>The boat's probably beyond repair after that fire

>Even if you could fix it, your gas is all gone now

>Can't swim...the distance is much too great

>Besides, there's a fucking shark in the lake

"Well, guys...for the moment, we appear to be shit out of luck."

>Suddenly, you hear the sound of an engine

>Another boat?

>You stand up and, sure enough, see a boat heading towards your group

>A voice comes over a megaphone

"Are there any survivors aboard? Please respond."

>All three of you start waving your arms and shouting

>Within a few minutes, you're onboard the rescue boat in warm towels with food and water

>Looks like things are finally going your way