Drabble Wednesday: Fowl Shenanigans

Three more crossover drabble this week. Enjoy.

(Also, last week I accidently called Fluffy the Guinea Pig, Snowball, in the post. Apologies.)

Fluffy Rides a Chicken

“Nobody moves! We’re sending you back where you came from!”
I leaned over to Frankie and whispered, “How do we do that?”
“Um, I’m working on it, but there’s no dimensional signature only a time…”
“Time what?”
“They’re time travellers.” Frankie stared in awe.
“Yes.” The weird guy stepped forward. “The fault of that blasted sheep.”
Frowning, I lost the rest of his nonsense watching Fluffy scurry across the floor. Next thing I knew, my idiot guinea pig leapt on the back of the nearest chicken, shouting, “Yee Hah!” before leading the entire flock out the open door.
“Oh, shit.”

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The Great Chicken Chase

“After those chickens!”
I dashed out the door following the trail of feathers. I glanced back to see Frankie staring at the sheep and the weird guy still talking. Guess I was on my own.
“Fluffy! What the heck are you doing?”
“I’m a cowboy! Yee Hah! Get them dogies rolling!”
Oh, great. I knew he shouldn’t have watched those Western vids.
“Get off that—” A streak shot through the air, landing on another chicken. Cat claws and teeth sank into fowl flesh.
“Fluffernutter, don’t eat the chickens!”
I raced forward. Then I slipped on a feather and went down…

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Saved by the Viking

I dropped my pulse rifle when I hit the floor and a horde of feral birds swarmed me, their pecking beaks trying to draw blood. I curled into a ball and screamed, “Frankie!”
“Away, chickens!”
That didn’t sound like Frankie. But the chickens backed off and I sat up.
Eric the Viking stood there, wings on hips, scowling.
What was my life coming to? I seriously had to rethink my career.
My attention snapped to Fluffernutter, but he sat quietly with feathers along his mouth.
“Fluffy! Return to the vid room.” Scrambling to my feet, I yelled, “Come on, Viking.”