Cardboard Box V: Metal Box

I’m glad we escaped from Santa,

But what’s the ~!@#$%^&*()_+`-= express?

Well, it’s-

Terribly sorry about that.

I was just having target practice.

Who are you?

I am Metal Box.

Really? I’m Cardboard Box!

You must be one of the previously released

storage devices.

Are you calling me old?

Well, you are cardboard…

I’LL SHOW YOU OLD!!!

You don’t need to. That horribly out-of-date

weapon tells me itself.

Whereas, this…

What’s that?

The future of weaponry.

In which you don’t have.

Oh really?

Actually yes.

All right, that’s it-

Not fair!

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!

Let’s stop arguing. Arguing is for

cardboard boxes. Like you!

Eh-hem.

???

Nobody picks on my brother.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oh really?

Uh-huh.

And who’s gonna stop me? You?

You know, someone else once said that to us.

Who’s that?

Uuuuuuhhhhhh…

Oh.

I’m so sorry about bothering you,

Cardboard Box.

In fact, I think I’ll give you a surprise gift.

What’s in it?

It’s a surprise.

Fine.

???

Oh crud.

RRUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!!

We gotta get out of here!

Throw the grenades!

I guess I was standing too close to the bomb…

Where’d they go?

Don’t you just love poofing away?

ReplayDone