The Adventures of Gerrald the Lab Rat and Fred E Coyote

The curse of Doctor Johnson and the Phydonion Pyramid

Chapter 1

Gerrald the Lab Rat awoke from his sleep one Thursday morning to a knock at the door of the small place he lived. His home was in the wall of a laboratory. It had a bed, a light and a window with deep blue curtains. As for Gerrald, he was rather strange as rats go, he wore a lab coat in the same way anyone would ware a pair of pants and he could speak perfect English.

After he'd got his lab coat on, he opened the door to see a bowl of cheese. He looked down on it, as if offended. He then reached into the bowl with one of his small hands and pulled a bit out and in a very un-rat like way, gouged a huge chunk out of it with his teeth. He then looked around the laboratory. There were containers of strange concoctions, some seemed stable, others were bubbling or fizzing. There were broken bits of machinery, tools and all sorts of mechanical things.

The only other reasonably intelligent form of life was a coyote by the name of Fredrick Edwinson or Fred E Coyote for short. He was very tall at about 6 foot, not including his enormous ears which were at least 2 foot tall or as tall as Gerrald was. Fred was also able to speak perfect English and stood on two "feet". He was also an avid listener to 70's to 90's Rock and Metal music which annoyed Gerrald for it is difficult to explain advanced geometric physics to a coyote singing Iron Maiden songs to himself.

They both worked as investigative scientists and generally had an easy time of it. This was about to change that morning. Gerrald had scampered onto the desk that Fred was sitting at and Fred was stroking him on the head when a fox walked in.
"Greetings gentlemen." he said, patronisingly. He was the American receptionist. He'd turn up and inform the pair of what had cases they had to go investigate. Fred, who was from Brighton and Gerrard, who was from Liverpool, enjoyed getting on his nerves.
"Y'ight?" Fred asked
The fox stopped pacing around the room.
"Wait, what?"
"You all right?" Fred asked again.
The Fox regained some of his swagger
"Well we got us an adventure." The fox exclaimed like he was in one of those rather stereotypical Hollywood dramas.
"Wait, wait a minuet you said "We". That is a very...inclusive term but there is no "we", there is "us", me and Gerrald but there is no "you" and "us" or "we" for there is no "we" there is only "us"" Fred said in a deliberately complicated way.
"Ermm..."
"Basically Danney, you make the coffee, we drive cool cars t'pub." Explained Fred
"Whatever. Take these documents, rondevus with the contact, you know the rest." Said the Fox handing him a folder with the documentation inside.
"Alright, I'll warm up the Jenson"
Danney turned to leave.
"Oh and Danney, can I have a coffee for three minuets ago?" Fred asked
Gerrald hopped onto Fred's shoulder as Fred looked at his watch, stood up and as he walked past Danney, he said "Your four minuets late. Where's the coffee?"
"I don't understand you sometimes, buddy." said Danney with a shake of his head
"On reflection, that might be for the best." said Gerrald to Danney.
Danney growled and him his large teeth menacingly.
Gerrald calmly took a spanner from his pocket and hit Danney in the center of the forehead with it.

Before Danney could recover, Fred was out the door with Gerrald on his shoulder.