Written and Created by Jean-Luc Ottey

Our story begins with the brothers, Jean-Luc & Joey, as they trudge from their glorious RV.  The brothers trudged through a blazing desert. They crossed the depths of canyons deep and the depths of canyons deep, before eventually finding themselves in a western-like town. All of this can be located in the Great Victoria Desert of scenic Western Australia. The brothers chose to take their Christmas holiday here because, and I quote, "The crowd's a drab, the snow's a bore, and all our friends are out on vacation. So why not us?" This western city's sights were a simple joy for the young duo. Though, it seems that they didn't get the memo that Australia can be extremely hot during the winter.

"Big Brother, are you sure this map is telling us the right direction?" Joey pondered as he peered at his map, which happened to be only a picture of Australia's entire continent and a red arrow pointing at an "X" to signify where they are. Jean-Luc took a peek at the map and grew equally confused. It was there when a rickety sign that read "Ace's Amber Fluid" caught his attention. 

"Huh," Jean-Luc uttered. He plopped a hand on Joey's head and turned his attention to the sign above. The sight made Joey light up with glee. He shouted, "Oooh! I am pretty thirsty. Let's go in!" and happily rolled the map back in his hat. The brothers ran for the saloon, out and about for a hearty drink. The fox and rabbit stopped directly at the front door. They knelt under the door so they could catch a glimpse of the bar's patrons.

There were droves of folks alike drinking, celebrating, and even slummed over in the aptly-named saloon. Bartenders and Bar-goers were having chappy conversations such as "Oi! Don't'cha know it's time for you bloody bogans to drop a pint and change 'yer life!" This particular bar seemed like a charming place for the dynamic duo to begin their vacation. Joey barges through the door shouting, "HELLO AUSTRALIA~!" 

The room suddenly grew deathly quiet...

“Wankers…” a bar-goer called out.

“What are you lookin’ at?” Jean-Luc shot back with a huff. 

The bar-goers gruffed and went back to their drinks. In the meantime, Jean-Luc and Joey took a seat at the bar where the bartender slid over to serve them. The bartender was a large iguana wih a black lightning tattoo over his eyelid. The bartender happily greeted with a hearty, "G'day, mates! Ya' seem new in the country, eh?" The duo nodded goofily, which made the lizard smile brighter.

"Well now, hah hah hah. Welcome to Australia!" the lizard shouted with a knock to his cup, "I hope yer' stay's a good'n. So what'll ya' have?"

"You got water?"

"Nope."

"Carrot Juice?"

"Nope."

"Champagne?"

"Nuh-uh. We got…. GOLD!!!" The bartender shouted happily as he pulled up two bottles of liquor appropriately labeled "XXIVK GOLD."

'Drink up, mates! That's how we do it in the Bush!" The bartender declared. Jean-Luc and Joey grabbed the bottles left behind as he prepared more beer. They gave each other a single look, popped the caps off the lids, and chugged the entire thing down. The minute the foreign beer had dropped onto their tongues, however, that's when the problems began. Jean-Luc and Joey felt their stomachs turn, and they immediately spat out the beer as a result.

"BLEGH!! WHAT IS THAT?!" Jean-Luc spat, "That beer's horrible! And I thought your friend's homebrews were bad!!" On the other hand, Joey was scrubbing the taste of beer out of his tongue with toothpaste. None of it seemed to gel with his tastebuds at all. Unbeknownst to them, the bar had fallen dead silent. However, this time, a strange feeling of hate loomed throughout the room.

"Mate…." the bartender began slowly, "You… are.. a.. bloody… disgrace…" The dynamic duo's eyes slowly look back at him, seeing the anger in his eyes. Soon after, the bar-goers behind the pair were presenting their own kinds of feedback.

"Where do you go off insulting our beer, eh?!"

"Yeah! Ya' Brown-eyed mullets!"

"Crazy Dates!"

"Let's kick 'em in the doodles!" one declared, with which everyone agreed. The duo gets surrounded. Jean-Luc quickly hops onto a bar table and retorted, "C'mon! Come and get a piece of this!" Joey quickly jumped up behind the fox and gulped. But just as things couldn't get any worse, the bolt-eyed bartender loomed over them and had his arms more crossed than a Mayan Overlord.

"You shouldn't even gotten out of bed," The bartender uttered grimly. The bartender took things a step further, and a sword was swung swiftly at the duo's heads. Jean-Luc and Joey ducked just before the blade could strike, and the bartender was immediately delivered a punch to the gut. The bartender collapsed violently against his array of bottles. But before the two could grab their bearings, they were swarmed by more vehement bar-goers. They tried to grab at Jean-Luc's legs and even yanked at his tail. The fox fought back with the smash of a bottle and hurled a chair at another. Jean-Luc quickly began to kick faces until his vision was blinded by a fearful Joey.

"GAH! JOEY!! I can't see!" Jean-Luc berated. The rabbit shivered and clung to his brother in fright, leaving the brothers vulnerable for the attackers to overwhelm them. A rowdy cat woman sunk her claws in his tail, making Jean-Luc SCREAM! Jean-Luc's tail cracked his tail fast enough to throw her through a wall. 

A couple of burly men snatched Joey by the ears, and their incessant touch was enough to make the bunny scream with unfettered fear. His scream reverberated through the bar, making glass break and exploding eardrums (Literally). Joey found himself thrown to the floor, and he scrambled back to the safety of his fox companion. Jean-Luc took the opportunity to swing at a few people with a large barstool. He then used Joey to chuck a couple of lugers at those close to the door. Unfortunately, no matter how many times these guys fell down, they just kept getting back up.

Jean-Luc had to think on his feet. He somersaulted in the air and began to spin like a tornado. Jean-Luc spin-kicked everyone that seemed to fly in his line of sight. It was a kick and a kick and a kick with one foot jutting out until no kicks could be handed out. The fight raged on like a bad night at the Oscars. What else could go wrong?

CLANG!! An unexpected knock to the head was made. A bartender connected a frying pan to a funky fox and his cracked skull. Jean-Luc dropped to the ground with a thud. Joey, cornered with nothing but a hat-holder, yelped in response. But before he had to chance to act, an equally diminutive furry animal squared Joey in the mouth and threw him into the wall with a splat!

A flattened Joey peeled off the wall and collapsed on Jean-Luc's unconscious back. Both fox and rabbit groaned in pain until they were grabbed by the collars by an incensed bartender. And then, WHOOSH! The brothers were hurled out of the saloon, thrown on their faces, and spat on their peers. Their faces shaved the dirt before stopping in front of a row of motorbikes as they were thrown out. Jean-Luc groaned as the pain finally began to set in. He sat up, only to hit his head yet again. It was on a hanging bike handle this time, which caused the vehicle to topple over and knock down every other set like a row of dominos.

"YOU BLOODY PIKERS!!" screamed a man from inside the bar, "YOU KNOCKED OVER OUR BIKES!!"

"Uh-oh," Jean-Luc babbled. He and Joey began to burn rubber and bolted the heck out of there. The angry bar patron promptly called the town's local sniper and gave him an immediate hit. The sniper spat out his chewing tobacco and aimed two sets of tranquilizer darts at the duo. He fired, and the darts injected instantly in the back of the pair's heads. Jean-Luc and Joey found their eyes flushing with water. Their running turned into a comical wobble as everything began as slurred and drunken as a fat man on television. The fox and rabbit fall to the dirt with a thud, only inches away from the RV. 

As such, the bar patrons, and townsfolk, marched towards the unconscious duo. The last thing the brothers could hear was a gruff man saying, "Take 'em to the back!" alongside a couple of tense laughs. The duo could only slightly watch themselves be dragged away, until they finally succumbed to the seductive drug.