Hi. Fox McCloud here. I don't feel like talking about Arwings or Star Wolf or even Andross today. That was yesterday. We already defeated Andross and saved the Lylat System. That's all over the Corneria City News. I would rather give you a break from the well-known, and tell you about the next day. It's not as exciting as the mission itself, but I hope you will find it interesting anyway. This was the day after we defeated Andross...
My eyes fluttered open. All I could see was the white-tiled ceiling. I sat up in my small bed. The walls were made of that off-white stucko-concrete stuff. I'm not an archietect, so I wasn't sure what it was. Probably plaster. The floor was grey carpet. The addition of the fluorescent lights made the room seem too bright when they were on. They weren't, of course, so the room was nearly pitch-black. The only light came from the cracked-open door. I had to leave it slightly open or I couldn't see at all. I yawned loudly and stretched. I was wearing my red and white striped pajamas. They were kind of dorky, but I've seen worse. I kicked the covers off and got out of the warm bed. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand. The room instantly lit up. I looked down at a picture of my family when I was about four. We had gone to a fair. We, meaning my mom, my dad, and me as a kit. We were posed in front of the Ferris wheel, my dad holding me, and me, laughing and smiling with my little sharp teeth. My mom had her arm around James' shoulder. I sniffled a little. I missed my family. My mom was killed from a bomb Andross planted in our car. It was meant to kill my dad. Andross was always jealous of James because of Vixy. But Andross got his chance to kill James many years later. I was about seventeen. I'm eighteen now, so it's pretty fresh in my mind. My dad was the former leader of the Star Fox team. Back then the members were James, Peppy Hare (who's still on the team), and Pigma Dengar. Pigma actually used to be a fairly nice guy, though I never trusted him like I do Peppy. I sensed something bad about him from the start. I sensed right. It turns out that Andross bribed him to lead James and Peppy into a trap on Venom. Peppy escaped, but James didn't. I remember that day all too well.
I was waiting at the hanger for their return. I was
with Bill Grey, my best friend back at the Flight Academy, and his
I was looking out the window, waiting for three ships to land. Only one
did. Horrible thoughts ran through my head. Unfortunatly, they came true.
I watched, nearly in tears, as Peppy solemnly walked to the hanger. When
he came through the door, I ran to him and asked,"Where's James? Where's
my dad?!" Tears were running down my face.
"Fox," Peppy said quietly,"James--he's..."
"He's dead, isn't he?" I sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Fox--I'm sorry..." He was also in tears. I looked at Bill. His grey, floppy ears drooped. I saw his eyes water. Everybody's eyes glistened with tears for James.
I came out of the daydream. I shook it off
and set the picture back on my nightstand. I stood up and looked down at
my tail. It was a mess. The red-orange fur pointed in all directions. I
grabbed a brush off my dresser and dragged it through my ratty tail. I
brushed until it was glossy and smooth. Tails are really neat, actually.
You can hit things with them, wag them when you're happy (I don't
do that, but dogs do it a lot). I even used to play tail ball with Bill
and a few other tailed friends at the Flight Academy. It's like
or ping-pong, only you have to use your tail. I loved that game.
After that, I looked down on the floor, next to my bed. There sat a pair of fuzzy pink bunny slippers. "Oh, yeah," I whispered to myself. Last night, after we had defeated Andross, the team had a "party", if you could call it a party, celebrating the fall of Andross. Falco had hung up a disco ball and popped some dance music into the huge stereo in the den, or rec room. Only Falco and Slippy danced. Of course, Falco said he was a better dancer than Slippy, which then led to a dance contest. But anyway, back to the slippers. We had grabbed some gifts for each other while we were on Corneria, getting awards and stuff. It was VERY difficult to escape from the crowds and press. I mean, we were heroes, legends even. We went into a mall and grabbed gifts. I got everyone, including me, a little model Arwing. Slippy got everybody a pair of fuzzy mittens. Not the best gift, but Slip doesn't have the best taste. Peppy got cool mugs with our names, the Star Fox logo, and an Arwing on them. I HAVE to ask him where he got those. And Falco got everybody a pair of those dumb bunny slippers and dared us to wear them. And I wasn't about to chicken out. My plan was to wear my uniform, but to wear the slippers instead of my knee-high, metal space boots.
I took my uniform out of my dresser and set it on my bed. I got dressed. First, I put on my pine green jumpsuit. My favorite color is actually yellow, but a yellow jumpsuit?! Yuck. Next, I put on my black belt with the neat silver triangle buckle. No purpose for it, really. Just to look nice. Then, I put on my little grey jacket. It only goes to my waist, and I always roll up the sleeves. I tucked my matching pilot gloves in my pockets. I tied my red bandana around my neck and put my comlink on my head. Last, I put on the slippers and headed to the den. The den is really big, maybe about half of a basketball court. There's a big couch, a thirty inch screen TV, satillite TV(that's about all you can get in space), a Super Nintendo and Nintendo 64 of course, air hockey, fooze ball, and ping-pong tables, the biggest magizine rack in the Milky Way, and a small library of books. There is also a kitchen where we cook our meals. We take turns cooking. We have a chart set up on the wall to see who cooks and who doesn't. It was about seven AM when I got to the den. Time for breakfast.
"Good morning, Fox," Peppy chirped as I entered the room.
"Good morning," I replied.
"Hey, you remembered, fuzzfoot!" Falco teased as he looked at my slippered feet. Peppy and Slippy, who were sitting on the couch, turned around and looked.
"Oh, I forgot about that," Slippy sighed.
"Me too," Peppy muttered.
"Where's my prize, Falcman?" I joked.
"You don't win prizes in dares, Foxy Loxy," he sneered.
"Did YOU remember, Falco?" Peppy smiled.
"NO!!!" Slippy, Peppy, and I shouted in unison. We all laughed, except Falco, of course.
"Go on, Fox. Go get your boots on and help make breakfast. It's our turn," Falco grumbled. I ran to my room, slipped my boots on, and ran back into the kitchen. Falco was already there, washing his wings. I budged in and washed my paws. It was hard to dry them very well, since every little hair gets all wet and stuff. Falco had it worse. His "hands" are covered with tiny, soft feathers. After I dried my paws as best I could, I called out the kitchen door to Peppy and Slippy. "What do you guys want?" I asked them loudly.
"French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon!" Slippy blurted.
"Did ya hear that, Falco?!" I called over my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah," Falco grumbled (in case you haven't noticed, Falco is not a cheery guy). I went back into the kitchen. The kitchen looks like my room; and every room in the Great Fox. White tile ceiling, white plaster walls, grey floor. The kitchen has grey linolium instead of carpet. Otherwise, it looks like a normal kitchen. Stove, oven, microwave, sink. You know. Falco took eggs, bacon, and orange juice out of the huge, white refridgerator. I got out bread and pans. And we made breakfast. We cracked the eggs, scrambled half, dipped the bread in the other half. You know the drill. We brought it all out, piping hot, on huge trays and set it on the big dining table. We all sat down and ate.
"Mmmmmm, Fox. This is delicious! And you said you were a bad cook," Peppy blurted right after his first bite of Frech toast.
"Hey! What about me?! I made it, too!" Falco exclaimed in disgust.
"We already know you're a good cook, Falco. With all your bragging," answered Slippy. No one said a word till the dishes had been washed and we were all sitting on the couch, deciding what to watch on TV. Peppy had the remote.
"OK, guys, what is it? The Corneria City News, Katinday morning cartoons,(Katinday is like your Saturday) or Earth TV?" Peppy asked.
"EARTH TV!!!" we all shouted together. Occansionally, we tap into Earth satillite TV and watch a little. Believe it or not, our satillites can recieve old Earth satillite signals that drifted into space.
"OK! Just a second, guys," Peppy chuckled as he took out his laptop computer,(which is probably hundreds of thousands of times better than the very best supercomputer on Earth) and booted it up. He typed a bit, moved his finger around the electronic mouse pad. After about half a minute of fiddling, the TV screen showed a human TV show instead of Lylatian TV. "Cool," I commented. Peppy was a computer expert. We all were, but Peppy could find just about anything in the Milky Way. The TV displayed the primitive chemical rockets humans use to get to space.
"He-he! Look! Chemical rockets!" Slippy laughed. We all laughed our heads off as a parachute popped out of the back of a landing Earth space shuttle.
"How primitive! Did you see that little parachute?! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Falco roared. We were in tears as a Saturn V rocket took off.
"CHANGE THE CHANNEL PEPPY!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!" I yelled. Peppy, still laughing out loud, changed the channel, then changed it back. We erupted with laughter once more.
"THEY STILL USE THOSE TIN CANS TO GET TWO INCHES INTO SPACE?!!!!!" Falco roared as a space shuttle took off. We howled so hard our cheeks were still red a half hour later.
"OK, OK that's enough," Peppy chuckled as he turned on the on-screen TV guide.
"Hmmmm, let's see... Addam's Family... Blue's Clues...
"Hey! Let's watch Blue's Clues, whatever that is," Slippy suggested.
"Sure," Peppy agreed as he changed the channel to Blue's Clues.
"Blue's Clues, Blue's clues! We gotta find another pawprint, that's the first clue, we put it in our notebook, now what do we do?" a human in a green shirt on the TV sang.
"Who's Blue?" Slippy asked.
"It must be that fake blue dog behind, um, what did he say his name was? Steve?" I answered.
"Yeah, Steve. But didn't he say WE gotta find another pawprint?" Falco asked with a smile.
"So wouldn't this be..." Peppy continued.
"INTERACTIVE TV!!!" we shouted. We watched for a few minutes, and we figured out that when something has a blue pawprint on it, you have to tell Steve. As Steve walked along on the screen, behind him we saw a top hat with a pawprint on it.
"Look, a clue!" we yelled at Steve.
"My shoe?" he asked confusedly.
"No, a clue, you stupid human!" Falco yelled impatiently. This went on for another clue (we missed the first one while we were talking) until the show was over. Afterwards, there was a commercial about the channel Blue's Clues was on. The channel was called Nick Jr.
"A channel designed just for pre-schoolers," the TV said.
"They mean that cool, interactive show was for pre-schoolers?!" Falco asked angrily.
"That's enough Earth TV for today," Peppy sighed as he turned it back to Lylat TV.
"Anybody up for some Mario Kart 64?" Falco asked.