Wonder Witch 9 – Uncle and The Ants

“Ants!”, screamed a pretty, blonde haired croupier as the little silver creature on the end of her elegant nose gazed up at her, waving its tiny ant antennas and snipping at the air with its mandibles.

And, suddenly, the whole casino was swarming with them; tiny, silver robotic ants with glowing red eyes that flooded across the gaming tables, whirling round in the carousel of the roulette wheel and overrunning the slot machines.

But then, as if they had received some order from the queen of their ant hive, the tiny army of tin coloured insects started moving as one in the direction of the cashier’s office and the Casino’s armour plated bank vaults then, like steel eating termites, began chewing with their titanium mandibles through the door of the bank vault until, able to crawl inside, they started carrying out large boxes filled with banknotes.

“Someone call 911”, yelled the Casino’s tuxedo wearing proprietor, Donny, frantically, “Or an exterminator. Anyone! Those ants are robbing my casino”.

“Hee-hee-hee!”, giggled a peculiar looking fat man in a khaki safari suit, Hawaiian shirt and pith helmet as he viewed the chaos from behind a large potted palm, “Good work, my robot ants. Soon I shall be richer than Midas and everyone will know the name of Uncle Carbuncle and his amazing army of Ants”.

Unbeknown to the fiendish Carbuncle and his creepy crawly crooks, however; battling off the robotic ants with her magic broomstick nearby was that world famous, crime fighting super-sorceress Wonder Witch.

“Gadzooks!”, she cried as she swatted at the insects with the bristled end of her broom and a tiny platoon of metallic ant mountaineers crawled up the side of her pointy, pink witches hat, “I came to Vegas to see Siegfried and Roy, not to be crawled all over like a rubber tree plant. If only I had an army of metal ant-eaters that could eat up these pesky tin termites”.

But, just then, the eyes of the pink spandex-suited, super enchantress lit up and sparkled with a brilliant idea and then, aiming her golden magical wand towards the door of a nearby janitors closet she zapped it with a zig-zag blast of glowing, pink magical energy.

Suddenly the door of the closet flew open and out of it rolled four large industrial strength vacuum cleaners with dangling suction hoses and nozzles that looked not unlike the long trunks of aardvarks.

Then, as Wonder Witch waved about her golden wand just like a conductor’s baton, the whirring vaccuum cleaners sped around the plush carpeted floor of the casino sucking up robotic ants left and right.

“Gah!!”, said a scowling Uncle Carbuncle as he watched Wonder Witch and her vacuum cleaners wiping the floor with his ant armada, “Blast that Wonder Witch and her meddlesome magic tricks. She’s ruining everything!”.

But then, as he pushed a tiny round button on the side of his pith helmet, up out of it rose two long radio antennas that began crackling wildly with jagged bolts of glowing blue electricity.

“We shall see how Wonder-Witch likes Mega-watts. A hundred of them from my super-electrified stinger Antenna’s”, cackled the malevolent Uncle Carbuncle as a lightning bolt suddenly leapt across the room from his long antennas and struck Wonder Witch on the top of her pointy hat.

“Yikes!”, yelped Wonder Witch as her hat flew from her head, “Thank goodness I remembered to wear my special insulated wonder witch boots with rubber soles or I might have been in for a very nasty shock”.

But then, as she noticed the rotund, evil looking little man with the enormous metal antennas who had just tried to zap her, Wonder Witch also noticed that he was standing right next to a large battery of slot machines and, suddenly, another brilliant idea flashed into her head.

Aiming her golden wand towards the slot machines she fired a day-glow pink beam of magical energy at them and, suddenly, all around the casino, slot machines began ringing and flashing and pouring out a tinkling avalanche of silver coins which, much to Uncle Carbuncle’s dismay, was followed by a stampede of greedy old age pensioners with walking sticks eager to get their hands on the money.

“Out of my way, sonny!”, yelled a sharp-eyed, silver haired old lady, whacking the burly crooks pith helmet off with her walking stick as she rushed towards a gleaming pile of quarters.

“Hee-hee”, giggled Wonder Witch as Uncle Carbuncle was almost trampled underfoot by grandmothers with gold fever, “Looks like you and your six legged bank robbers are no match for me and those one-armed bandits”.