The Chicken Saga, pt.2
Soon, Farmer Brown was hard at work fixing his robot. He had secretly hidden cameras around the chambers and noted each animal’s weakness. Chicky was smart but not very strong; Bessy was the strongest, but not that intelligent; and the rest of the animals didn’t know what to do without a leader. So he gathered the information and slowly began to build a new mech that would surely beat the animals.
Meanwhile in Chickytown, the houses and buildings were now finished, and it was time to add defenses. The animals didn’t want anybody to capture them and take away their hard earned freedom. So Chicky, who was the mayor of the city, decided to add walls to prevent invaders from coming in. And they were very effective, stopping many attacks from wild animals trying to claim the city.
However, one day they were attacked by a herd of wild bulls, who headbutted their way into the city. Even though they were defeated by the animals, Chicky knew that walls would not be enough. So the smartest animals gathered together to design a new defense that would stop invaders.
There were many good ideas, such as lava walls and falling anvils, but ultimately Chicky decided on ballista towers. The ballistas were huge turrets that shot huge boulders like a crossbow, requiring three animals to operate – one to aim the turret, one to load the boulder, and one to fire it.
After several weeks, the animals finished adding four ballista towers to each corner of the walls. Chicky decided to keep morale up by organizing a party.
“We should make a party that will be remembered for years to come! It has to be epic, and everyone should have fun! There will be food, entertainment, and games for every species!” Chicky exclaimed; as he talked to the animals, he chose to plan the party.
So the next day, a third of the city was walled off for a “secret project”, as Chicky told the citizens.
Meanwhile at Farmer Brown’s base, the robot was almost complete. Now the only thing left to do was add the weapons according to the city’s defenses. So Farmer Brown built a remote-controlled pig with a camera and sent it to Chickytown. It would record the city and return to Farmer Brown, who would be able to see the city’s defenses.
One day, a strange pig arrived at the gates of Chickytown.
“Ooh, a visitor!” said Chicky. “Hi there pig, welcome to our city!”
“Thank you,” said the pig.
As it wandered off, it mumbled, “Phase One accomplished – enter the city.”
Chicky became increasingly suspicious that the pig wasn’t an animal. The way it moved was rough, it sounded cold and lifeless, it didn’t eat, and it had a strange shiny hide.
So one day, Chicky decided to punch the pig to see if it was organic. When Chicky punched it, instead of feeling flesh, he felt cold metal. Chicky’s suspicions were confirmed – it was a robot. So he disassembled the pig, and found two things inside. A camera, and a logo that said ‘Farmer Brown Tech’. Chicky immediately knew that Farmer Brown had sent the pig to spy on them, so he decided to prank Farmer Brown.
First, he took the memory card out of the pig and replaced it with a video of Bessy eating burgers at the new Burger King restaurant. Then, he put the camera back in, turned the pig back on, and sent it outside the city.
Meanwhile, Farmer Brown was very confused why there was suddenly a two hour period where the controls didn’t work.
“Must be a weak signal,” he said to himself.
Eventually, the power came back on, and Farmer Brown retrieved the camera from the pig. But when he played the footage, all he saw was a video of a cow speed-eating burgers.
“Those stupid animals must have figured out my robot was spying on them!” he said. “Oh well, I guess I’ll build it without that footage.”
A few days later, the “secret project” was finally finished. Chicky ripped off the safety tapes, revealing a humongous amusement park with rides, food, dances, and many more. There were rides, games, and food for everyone, and the party went on deep into the night. However, everything stopped when a guard rushed to the party.
“A humongous mech is approaching the city!” he yelled. “It’ll be here in less than a minute!”
When they heard this, the animals went into a full-blown panic. Soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed to the walls, medics got ready behind the guards, and civilians ran straight into the nearest safety bunker. The animals even brought out their newest weapon, a humongous cannon that Chicky called a “turret”.
However, what they saw made every animal tremble in fear. It was a massive mech, twice the size of the one they fought before. It had a humongous arsenal of weapons, and in the cockpit of the mech sat Farmer Brown.
“It seems that you have made defenses,” Farmer Brown said. “But my Farmer mech 2000 will crush you!”
As he finished, the mech opened its chest to reveal hundreds of robot pigs, each with blades on their heads.
Farmer Brown pushed a button on his control panel, and a sharp object shot out of one of the mech’s weapons. When it dug into the wall, it exploded, destroying a chunk of the wall. The robots rushed in, and a battle began between the forces of Chickytown and the robot army. Ultimately, the animals won because they had spent weeks training as soldiers, while the robots just mindlessly swung at the nearest enemy they could find. In just a few minutes, the robots were defeated.
Farmer Brown pressed another button, and nets shot out of the mech, trapping almost a third of the animals. Then, he pulled a lever, and the nets flew into the robot’s chest. However, the animals had finally set up the ballista, and one boulder scored a direct hit and cracked the cockpit. Seeing this, Farmer Brown pressed another button and a metal screen slid over the head. More ballista boulders hit the mech, but it was incredibly tough and the rocks barely made any dents.
However, the turret managed to blast a few cracks in the torso before Farmer Brown destroyed it.
Chicky had prepared for a situation like this where the animals were helpless against invaders. He had spent over a month with his top scientists creating this weapon, which he now would reveal. He pressed a button in the underground chamber, and a metal structure with wheels and a turret on top came out of the bunker. This was a “tank” as Chicky had called it, and it was designed to withstand powerful blows and deal massive damage.
When Farmer Brown saw the “tank”, he immediately fired every single weapon he had at it. However, all that managed to do was blow off one of the signal antennae.
Meanwhile inside the tank, Chicky was ready to test it out. He climbed out onto the turret and pulled the lever. In less than a second, thousands of heavy pebbles, which Chicky called “bullets”, shot out of the tank. They punctured multiple holes in the mech and even managed to blow the shield off the cockpit.
However, the mech was still standing, and it was almost fully functional. It was time to bring out the explosive rounds. They were pretty much exactly like regular bullets, but they were lighter and filled to the brim with Bessy farts, which were so explosive Bessy had to fart in specialized containers. The explosive bullets ripped humongous holes in the mech, exposing the internal wiring.
Seeing this, the remaining soldiers charged in and started slashing at the wires and components. One by one, the robot’s parts started shutting down. First the weapons, then the legs and arms, and finally the entire robot collapsed onto the ground.
However, Farmer Brown managed to escape.
“You may have defeated me this time, but you won’t be so lucky next time!” Farmer Brown yelled as he disappeared in the distance.
Soon after, the animals ripped open the torso and freed all of the trapped soldiers. They decided to continue the party to celebrate defeating Farmer Brown, and it went on until daytime.
Now, it was time to improve the defenses. Chicky and his scientists worked tirelessly to create better and stronger materials to be used in the walls. Eventually, they created a metal called Bessinium, as it was made when Bessy farted into liquid metal. When the farts reached the metal, there would be a violent explosion, and the metal would turn slightly green.
Bessinium was more than twice as strong as other metals, and it could repair itself when damaged. The more farts you put in, the quicker it repaired. Shortly after, all other metals were swapped with Bessinium and the tank was rebuilt with pure Bessinium, which had more than 3 times as many farts as regular Bessinium.
Meanwhile in his base, Farmer Brown was brainstorming ideas for new weapons.
“Missiles, nope. Cannon, nope. Nets, definitely not!” he mumbled as he frantically sketched new robot prototypes.
While Farmer Brown was busy in his lab, another enemy was watching Chickytown intently.
“They are merely farm animals,” he said to his general. “Soon this entire land will be ours!”
One day, a lion came up to the walls of Chickytown.
“I am Zuri,” said the lion. “Surrender at once or you will be destroyed.”
“You and what army?” Chicky asked.
Suddenly, Zuri let out a loud call, and thousands of lions marched over the horizon. Soon, they had surrounded Chickytown and prepared siege weapons.
“Charge!” Zuri shouted.
The lions charged in, biting at the Bessinium walls. However, they barely did any damage, and the damage they dealt was soon repaired.
“Bring out the battering rams!” Zuri shouted.
Four huge vehicles, each being pulled by a team of eight lions, surrounded the walls of the city. At Zuri’s command, the vehicles launched out heavy logs extremely fast. Wham! The rams blew holes in the Chickytown walls.
From the size of the hole, Chicky knew that the wall would take hours to mend. The lions charged in but were immediately met by the Chickytown army. While the two forces were fighting, Bessy charged in and started fighting Zuri.
The lions were too strong though, and the soldiers retreated into bunkers. However, Chicky had prepared for this, and 4 squads of elite soldiers came out. These elite soldiers were the best in the army, and each had pure Bessinium armor, swords, and shields. Some even carried miniature turrets that Chicky called guns.
The lions were no match for the soldiers, and they retreated outside the walls. Meanwhile, Bessy had managed to wrestle Zuri to the ground and grab him in a chokehold.
Seeing that they were about to be defeated, the lions ran away as fast as they could. Bessy released Zuri, and he too ran away. However, they weren’t retreating. Chicky found that out the hard way when the lions returned, this time with a humongous lion behind them.
“WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLEEP?” The lion shouted. “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
The massive lion charged in and broke the wall in a single swipe. Everyone immediately ran to the bunker, leaving only Chicky, Bessy, and the elite soldiers. Chicky ran off to do something, leaving Bessy and the elite squadron to take on the lion. The battle began, but the lion was just too powerful. In less than a minute, he had defeated the soldiers and even Bessy.
However, a humongous can of farts exploded right in the lion’s face. He turned to see who shot the can, and saw that Chicky had finally returned, riding the new tank. The lion roared, but was quickly silenced by four fart cans shot straight at his head. He swiped the tank with all his might, but the damage was healed in less than a second. Four more cans hit his head, and finally the lion collapsed in a crumpled heap.
The soldiers cheered, and they dragged the unconscious lion outside. Seeing their leader defeated, the lions retreated into the woods. The animals all cheered, seeing that their enemy was defeated. They organized a huge party, and it went on all night.
Back in his base, Farmer Brown was designing a weapon to counter their walls.
“Bessinium,” he muttered, tracing a finger over a faded picture of the gleaming green metal. “They think they’re so clever, with their living walls.”
He had witnessed Bessinium’s incredible resilience through his hidden cameras – how it healed like a living thing, regenerating damage almost instantly. It was infuriating. His latest design, the “Farmer Mech 3000,” was intended to counteract this very threat. He envisioned a mech that wouldn’t just crush, but demolish beyond the point of repair.
His initial prototypes involved powerful acid sprayers, but those proved too slow. Then he tried sonic emitters, hoping to shatter the metal with vibrations, but Bessy’s farts seemed to make it even more robust. Finally, after weeks of relentless tinkering, he had a breakthrough: a super-drill. This wasn’t just any drill; it was designed to spin at impossible speeds, generating immense heat and friction. His theory was that by drilling deep and fast, he could cause so much damage that the Bessinium wouldn’t be able to regenerate quickly enough. He also designed a new type of projectile, “Brown Bombs,” small, high-density explosives that would be launched into the gaping holes the drill created before detonating. His ultimate goal: to reach the source of Bessinium, the fart storage, and eliminate it.
“This time,” he whispered, “Chickytown will fall.”
Back in Chickytown, life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. The Bessinium walls stood gleaming, a testament to their ingenuity and strength. The population was growing, with more animals seeking refuge from harsh farms, drawn by tales of the free and thriving city. Chicky, now a revered leader, spent his days overseeing city planning and defense improvements.
One afternoon, a frantic mole named Monty burst into Chicky’s office, covered in dirt and trembling.
“Mayor Chicky! You won’t believe what we found!”
Monty was part of the mole reconnaissance team, responsible for digging tunnels and gathering information from the surrounding areas. They had accidentally stumbled upon something far more sinister than a badger den. Deep beneath the earth, near the old farm’s boundaries, they’d discovered a series of newly excavated tunnels, far too large and perfectly constructed for any wild animal.
“They lead… to a massive underground complex,” Monty stammered. “We heard strange noises, metallic clanging, and Farmer Brown’s voice.”
Chicky’s heart sank. Farmer Brown was still out there, clearly preparing for a rematch. But an underground complex? That was a new level of threat. It meant he wasn’t just building a bigger mech; he was planning something covert.
He immediately convened a meeting with Bessy and the smartest animals.
“Farmer Brown is back,” Chicky announced, showing them Monty’s crude map of the tunnels.
“And he’s not coming from above this time.”
Bessy flexed his hooves. “Then we’ll dig down and meet him!”
Chicky shook his head.
“No. We need to understand what he’s building first. We need a team, small and stealthy, to infiltrate that complex.”
The infiltration team was assembled: Monty, with his unparalleled digging skills; a nimble cat named Cleo, known for her silent movements; and a sharp-eyed owl named Athena, who could see in the dark. Their mission: to gather intelligence on Farmer Brown’s new weapon and his underground base.
Under the cover of night, Monty silently dug a new tunnel that branched off from the mole network, carefully avoiding any seismic sensors Farmer Brown might have installed. Cleo and Athena followed, their senses on high alert. The air grew colder, heavy with the scent of oil and ozone.
They emerged into a vast cavern, dimly lit by a few flickering bulbs. What they saw sent shivers down their spines. Suspended in the center of the cavern, almost fully assembled, was not just a mech, but a drilling machine of unprecedented scale. It was a monstrous contraption, larger than any building in Chickytown, armed with multiple massive drills.
“He’s not just coming through the walls,” Athena whispered. “He’s coming under them.”
Cleo, ever curious, crept closer to a control panel, hidden behind a stack of metal plates. She brushed against a holographic display, and a map of Chickytown flickered to life. A red line pulsed, indicating the trajectory of the main drill, aimed directly at the city’s hidden fart storage, the vital reservoir of Bessy’s unique gas that powered their self-repairing Bessinium and fueled their explosive weaponry.
“He knows our weakness!” Cleo hissed. “He knows how our defenses work!”
Suddenly, the cavern door hissed open, and Farmer Brown himself entered, talking into a comms device.
“The drills are almost at full power. Once we hit that fart storage, Chickytown is finished.”
The team knew they had to get back to Chicky. The fate of Chickytown depended on it.
Chicky listened intently as Monty, Cleo, and Athena recounted their terrifying discovery. The silence in the meeting room was thick with dread. Farmer Brown wasn’t just coming for them; he was coming for the very essence of Chickytown’s strength. The fart storage, a marvel of animal engineering and Bessy’s personal contribution, was essential for the making of Bessinium. Without it, they would no longer be able to make new Bessinium.
“He’s planning to hit us from below,” Chicky murmured, pacing the floor. “He’s not trying to breach the walls, he’s trying to cut off our supply of Bessinium.”
Bessy slammed a hoof on the ground. “Then we dig down and meet him! My farts are ready for him!”
“It’s not that simple, Bessy,” Chicky replied, shaking his head. “His drill is enormous. We can’t just throw ourselves at it. We need a plan. A trap.”
The smartest animals huddled together, frantically sketching ideas. Lava pits wouldn’t work underground. Falling anvils were out too. The problem was the sheer scale of Farmer Brown’s new machine and its underground approach. They were accustomed to defending from above, not from below.
Then, a quiet voice spoke up. It was a badger named Bartholomew, one of the oldest and most experienced tunnelers in Chickytown.
“What if we don’t fight the drill directly? What if we divert it?”
Chicky looked at him, intrigued. “Divert it how, Bartholomew?”
“The earth itself can be our weapon,” Bartholomew explained, drawing in the dirt with a claw.
“We can create a series of unstable tunnels, leading the drill away from the fart storage. And then, at the end of the line, we create an even bigger trap. Something Farmer Brown won’t expect.”
The idea was risky, requiring immense coordination and speed. The moles would have to work faster than ever before, creating elaborate bypass tunnels while Farmer Brown’s monstrous drill bored its way closer. Time was short. They had to act immediately. Chicky rallied the tunneling teams, explaining the grave danger. Every mole, badger, and burrowing animal in Chickytown began to dig, transforming the earth beneath their city into a complex, defensive maze, all leading to a single, devastating surprise.
The days that followed were a blur of frantic activity in Chickytown’s new hidden tunnels. Every available mole, badger, and burrowing animal worked tirelessly. Dirt flew in vast quantities as they dug new passages. Chicky, armed with Bartholomew’s sketches, constantly checked their progress, his feathers ruffled with worry. The plan was audacious: create a series of winding tunnels and dead ends, designed to misdirect Farmer Brown’s massive drill away from the precious fart storage. The final, biggest chamber, the trap itself, was being excavated deeper and deeper, its purpose known only to Chicky and the planning team.
Above ground, the city tried to maintain as normal as possible. The party supplies were packed away, replaced by the grim determination of a city under an unseen siege. Guards doubled their patrols, listening for any tremors from below. The air was thick with tension, fear underlying the everyday sounds of Chickytown.
Bessy, meanwhile, was working harder than ever. He spent hours in the reinforced Bessinium storage chamber, eating vast quantities of burgers and specially prepared beans. The explosive gas filled the containers, each ‘fart can’ now labelled and stacked higher than before. He knew his contribution was vital; their survival depended on the sheer volume and potency of his unique gift.
Then, one night, a low rumble began. It was faint at first, a barely perceptible vibration through the ground, but it grew steadily, like a distant, approaching thunderstorm. The animals on patrol froze, their ears twitching. It wasn’t the sound of thunder; it was the sound of metal grinding against rock, deep beneath their paws.
Farmer Brown’s super-drill had begun its assault.
Panic rippled through the city. Civilians hurried to designated shelters, the soldiers grabbed their weapons, and the tank crew prepared for deployment, even though they knew the tank was above ground. All eyes turned to the ground beneath them, imagining the colossal machine boring its way through the earth.
Chicky rushed to the tunnel control center, a newly dug command post where Bartholomew stood, intently watching a crude seismic monitor. Lines on the screen showed the trajectory of the drill, a menacing red dot inching closer.
“It’s following the diversion tunnels!” Bartholomew announced, a flicker of grim satisfaction on his face. “So far, so good. It’s heading towards the trap chamber.”
The rumbling intensified, shaking the very foundations of Chickytown. Dust rained down from the ceiling of the command post. They knew their strategy was working, but every second felt like an eternity. The question remained: would their trap be enough to stop Farmer Brown’s ultimate weapon?
The super-drill roared, a colossal robot chewing through the earth. Inside its reinforced cockpit, deep below Chickytown, Farmer Brown grinned, sweat beading on his forehead. His screens showed the drill’s trajectory, a precise path leading directly to the estimated coordinates of the fart storage. He could practically taste victory. He’d learned their tricks; he knew their weaknesses. No more flimsy walls or predictable mechs. This was an unstoppable force, burrowing beneath their very existence.
Suddenly, the vibrations changed. The grinding became less uniform, more erratic. A warning light flashed on his panel, indicating unstable ground. “What in blazes?” he muttered, checking the schematics. The drill was veering slightly.
Above, in the Chickytown command post, Bartholomew let out a whoop.
“It’s working! He’s in the first diversion tunnel!”
Chicky watched the monitor as the red dot representing the drill snaked its way through the intricate, unstable passages the moles had dug. They had created areas of loose soil, hidden sinkholes, and strategically placed pockets of shifting rock, all designed to subtly steer the massive machine off course. Farmer Brown, consumed by his target, was unknowingly following their path.
The rumbling grew deafening. Buildings in Chickytown vibrated violently, sending kitchenware clattering and dust falling in sheets. Down in the final, massive trap chamber, the air crackled with anticipation. It was a cavern of immense size, hollowed out directly beneath a vast, naturally occurring underground lake. The moles had weakened the ceiling of this chamber, leaving only a thin, precarious layer of rock.
Farmer Brown’s drill smashed through the final stretch of earth, breaking into the trap chamber with a triumphant shriek of metal. He blinked, momentarily confused. This wasn’t the fart storage. This was just… empty space.
“Got him!” bellowed Bartholomew, slamming his paw down on a large, glowing button.
With a thunderous crack that shook the entire city above, the weakened ceiling of the trap chamber gave way. Millions of gallons of icy cold water from the underground lake cascaded down with the force of a tidal wave, slamming into Farmer Brown’s super-drill. The sheer volume and pressure of the water instantly short-circuited the drill’s powerful motors, grinding its massive bits to a halt. Steam hissed, lights flickered and died, and the colossal machine shuddered to a final, sputtering stop, engulfed by the freezing downpour.
Farmer Brown screamed, his voice swallowed by the roaring torrent as the cockpit filled rapidly with water. The drill, designed for earth, was no match for an engineered aquatic assault. He frantically hit an emergency eject button, a small escape pod blasting upwards through the rising water, barely making it out before the entire chamber was submerged. He shot through the earth like a cork, breaching the surface in a fountain of muddy water just outside Chickytown’s walls, drenched, sputtering, and furious.
The animals of Chickytown erupted in cheers. The rumbling stopped. The ground stilled. They had done it. They had defeated Farmer Brown’s new weapon and saved their fart storage.