Super Gator!

   (When we last left Fred, he and Anthony had just received Alexander the alligator from John Smith)

   Fred and Anthony were sitting on the side of the road with Alexander between then, speculating on what they could do.
   “What do you think he can do?” Anthony asked, tapping Alexander’s nose.
   Fred patted the gator’s back. “I’ll bet this guy can do anything.  Can’t you, boy?”
   Alexander bobbed his head.  Fred laughed, but Anthony looked surprised. 
   “He can understand us?”
   “’Course he can,” Fred replied. “He wouldn’t be a genius alligator if he couldn’t.”
   Anthony grinned. “Sweet.  What should we do with him?”
   “Anthony!” Fred said in a shocked voice. “We won’t use our friend Alexander.”
   “But, I thought—“
   “He’ll be a willing accomplice,” Fred continued. “Won’t you, Alexander?”
   Alexander bobbed his head again.
   “Y’see?” Fred grinned.
   Anthony shrugged. “All right then.  What is Alexander going to willingly help us accomplish?”
   “We’re gonna go back to that PEANUT place and take it over!”
   Anthony stared at Fred. “You’re not serious.”
   “I’m as serious as Abraham Lincoln was honest.”
   “He was very honest, wasn’t he?”
   “Heck yes he was!  The most honest president ever.”
   Anthony smirked. “That’s not saying much.”
   Fred was about to protested, then realized he had nothing to protest. “Not these days anyway.”
   “So you’re really serious about charging the PEANUT HQ with Alexander?”
   “Dead serious.”
   “Don’t say that,” Anthony looked nervous. “It might be a predomination.”
   Fred laughed. “Don’t worry about it.  With Alexander we’ll blow ‘em all away.”
   “But,” Anthony hesitated. “He’s just an alligator.  They’ve got guns and stuff.”
   Fred waved his protests away. “Pft.  He can take it.”
   Anthony still looked doubtful. “If you say so.”
   “I do,” Fred said decidedly. “Let’s go.”
   They walked back to the PEANUT HQ and stopped outside it.
   “Ready, Alexander?” Fred asked.
   The alligator bobbed his head.
   “Then LET’S DO THIS THING!” 
   Fred shoved the doors open and Alexander charged in.  Fred and Anthony watched from the doors as Alexander caused chaos.  The initial reaction was little girl screams and everyone running for their lives.  Then the man who had come out and yelled at them before rallied his men and started shooting at Alexander.  Anthony covered his eyes, but Fred gaped as Alexander simply opened his mouth and ate the bullets. 
   “Whoa!” he yelled. “How did he do that?”
   Anthony uncovered his eyes. “Do what?”
   “Alexander just ate the bullets!”
   “What!?  How’d he do that?!”
   “That’s what I want to know!”
   But Alexander wasn’t about to stop and tell them.  He was too busy charging the men who were shooting at him and eating the guns they threw aside as they ran away.
   Fred laughed triumphantly. “See?  I told you he could do anything.  He can eat anything too.”
   Anthony laughed too, from relief. “I guess he can.”
   By now Alexander had completely routed the whole bunch and came sauntering back to Fred and Anthony.
   Fred gave him a slap on the back. “Good job, boy!  All you needed was to have someone believe in you.”
   Anthony laughed as he rubbed Alexander’s head. “Do you have any idea how cliché that sounds?”
   Alexander bobbed his head before Fred could reply and they dissolved into laughter.  Alexander even contributed a cough or two that could be translated as chuckles.

  To be continued….