Wings of Fire: FOOD FIGHT! Part 2

Note: This IS part two! At the end, there will be a link to part one, in case you want to read it, and want to know what's going on. ANYWAYS, onto the story!
French Toast blinked in confusion. "Help take down the fruitwings? How?" Smore's shook their head head and gave Syrup a triumphant look. "There's your 'hero'. He doesn't even know what he's doing. So much for your 'Perfect, Indestructible, Plan'. Now what, Einstein?" Syrup rolled her eyes and said, "He just woke up. He's clearly frazzled. Give him time." Smore's rolled their eyes and muttered, "There's Syrup for you, unwilling to give up on her plan. So hopeful that everything will turn out perfect." "He's kind of scrawny..." Ice Cream observed. "Come on, don't you eat?" French Toast protested, "I do too eat! ...I eat mice! The ones that live in the caves here!" *SNORT* "WHAT is SO FUNNY?" "You hear that? He eats mice! Hero indeed! No wonder his breath stinks!" French Toast frowned and said with dignity, "Well, what else do you expect me to eat? Lizards? Oh, wait, there aren't any left. The breakfastwings ate them all!" Pumpkin Pie suddenly walked in, holding a platter of fruit. French Toast was floored, and he simply stood there, mouth agape. Smore's pointed their thumb at the platter and said, "Um, those? That's what we expect you to eat." "But-but, how-where-" Ice Cream rolled his eyes and said, "Ever heard of stealing?" "S-stealing? But-fruitwing property..." Pumpkin Pie walked up and offered French Toast some fruit, and he ate almost half of what was on the silver tray. Syrup said to French Toast, "So, we found the note in your cave. I mean, seriously, you thought we wouldn't do that? Also, Banana? Bananas aren't fruit. They're herbs! I mean, come ON, everybody knows that!" Smore's suddenly screamed at French Toast when they saw the damage done to the fruit plate, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? DON'T EAT ALL OF IT!!!! WE NEED TO BE ABLE TO PLANT MORE!!!!" French Toast jumped and nearly choked on what he was swallowing, muttering the word "sorry". Pumpkin Pie said, "Anyway, we need you to help us. Now come on, let's go!" French Toast's face turned into a question mark. "What? Go? Go where?" Ice Cream said irritably, "You'll see. Now come on, keep up!"
(Outside of the fruitwing palace...)
French Toast gulped and said, "This is a really bad idea. Don't you guys agree? Let's go back! Like, right now, please! ...I would really appreciate it?" Smore's glared at French Toast and said, "We didn't risk our skin getting you past those guards only to turn right back soon as you get cold feet. WE ARE GOING IN THERE." Pumpkin Pie clapped French Toast on the back and said reassuringly (French Toast thought, anyway), "Don't worry, it's not that bad once we get past the entrance. Only a lot of lazers and death traps to infiltrate. Oh, and the code to get changes every five seconds. Plus, there's guards we need to get past, and on top of all that, security cameras. So, yeah, it's not all that bad." French Toast asked questionably, "That's supposed to make me feel better how?" Pumpkin Pie just shrugged in response to French Toast's words. French Toast suddenly said, "Wait, we don't have an assassin. We need an assassin for this to work!" Smore's rolled their eyes and said, tossing French Toast a Chakram and a sword, "We don't need an assassin, silly. We're the assassins. Now come on." Ice Cream teased, "What, is our big, glorious, hero getting cold feet? Coward." "Well, how would you feel if you'd never done anything like this in your whole life? You'd probably feel terrified, too!" "No. The first time I did this, I was ready." "Well, I'm not you!" "Wish you were!" Pumpkin Pie intervened and said, "Now, now, let's try to make peace, shall we?" French Toast said, "I'm all for that, although I don't think that Smore's will be..."
They approached the traps quietly and cautiously, on the lookout for anything. All was going well until... "Camera, at six-o-clock!" Syrup yeeted a shuriken at it, and it fell asleep in a shower of sparks and wires. "Wait, there's more! Don't stop!" Ten shurikens went flying through the air at once, somehow precisely hitting their targets...after Syrup spoke into them. "Syrup...are you an animus?" "What if I am?" "Wow. Just...wow. That's...pretty cool!" Syrup's face flushed, and she turned around, desperately searching for an excuse for having done so. "Look, Lazertown up ahead!" French Toast looked at the ever-moving maze of glowing red lines, and Smore's said, "Keep up. Fall behind and you're dead. Literally. These lazers can slice Darkstalker in two. They're that powerful." "Um. I'm starting to have even more second thoughts to add onto the pile. Can we go back?" Everybody screamed at French Toast all at once, "NO!" He was quite taken aback at this knowledge. "How did you survive getting past here to steal fruit?" Ice Cream jeered at French Toast, "It's called athletics, loser." *GULP* *Sigh* "That's something I'm not good at. I'm dead meat already." "Just...run!" "Run? I'm not doing that unless I want to be turned into sushi, which I don't." "No...run!" "Pumpkin Pie, have you gone mad?" "RUN! BEHIND YOU!" They all turned around to the direction Pumpkin Pie was facing, and saw...four guards, heading right for them. French Toast looked up and slammed his wings down for momentum, getting himself trapped in an open vent. He panicked, but made the rest of his body touch the ceiling for his safety. "No, let that tail of yours down, dummy! We need to be safe, too! You're not the only one in existence!" Yeah, I know! French Toast lowered his tail, and got everyone else up onto the way-too-high-up ceiling.
Pumpkin Pie was complaining. "I don't like heights! They're scary! The higher up we are, the further we can fall. Having a fear of heights is perfectly rational! I'd actually rather die than be trapped up here! Let me down!" Smore's just said, "Okay, is that's what you want. They were the only one below Pumpkin Pie, right at the end. So, they threw him down and grabbed onto Ice Cream's tail just as they started falling. "OW! WATCH IT!" Pumpkin Pie fell on his wing, and they all heard a crack. French Toast winced. "So, I'm guessing he can't fly anymore..." Ice Cream hissed and bit his tail, fuming. "You're not supposed to say anything! Shut up, you idiot! Anything you say is broadcast to the whole entire palace! Now they know where we are!" "I mean, they already did..." "That one guard did! Now the whole palace does!" Pumpkin Pie had already shot up, and had been sprinting through the lazers, and made it across with only a leg lost. Ice Cream cheered, "YES! GO, PUMPKIN PIE!!!!" French Toast smiled and said, "So you do care about something, I suppose." Ice Cream bit his tail again. "OW!" "That's what you get."
The guard finally decided it had better things to do, so it turned around and started heading back, grumbling something along the lines of, "Can't believe they'd try that...who do they think they are...?" They all got down from the roof as quickly as possible...well, except French Toast. He got stuck in the vent, and it took about twenty minutes to get him back down onto the ground. Pumpkin Pie shut off the lazers as soon as he saw French Toast was safe, and then he collapsed to the ground. "Pumpkin Pie!" Ice Cream rushed forward...crying? Her tough facade started peeling away to reveal love and caring underneath. She took one look at what once was Pumpkin Pie's leg, and immediately knew he was suffering from blood loss. "Someone get bandages! NOW!" On command, Syrup rushed outside and returned with the biggest blade of grass possible, and then wrapped it around Pumpkin Pie's leg, tying it. Pumpkin Pie attempted to stand up, but collapsed yet again. Smore's said, "Come on, Lord dramatic. I'll carry you, just make sure to apply pressure to that nub with your active arm." "I don't need...carrying..." "Sure, you do. You're still dizzy, and you can barely stand. I'm carrying you." They finally made it to the next trap...and suddenly became very, very scared.
THE END OF PART TWO! (Yes, I know. I enjoy ending on dreadful cliffhangers. :D)
THE OTHER PARTS:
Wings of Fire: FOOD FIGHT!