There were guards in this guard post, and these guards by now figured out that Pie and Company were no longer good friends, but rather people who kill their good friends.
As such, the guards were now not too happy with Pie and Company.
A spotter spotted the five, who were currently meandering for their lives down the grassy trail, and picked up a device.
This device was shaped like a large rectangle, with open ends at either end of the rectangle. He mounted one end over his shoulder, and pointed the other end at the Blues.
A beeping noise came out of the rectangle, indicating that it knew where the Blues were, and that it was not a very happy rectangle right now, plus adding that it would like very much for there to be no more Blues there.
The guard pushed a little red button on the rectangle, and the thing inside the rectangle made a ferocious noise, like a cat stuck inside of a small tin box with no litterbox and nothing to scratch.
The guard pulled a little button and the thing making the noise launched out of the rectangle at a very high velocity.
Mr. Chainsaw was not a very happy chainsaw.
He was made in Kirkland, Washington, and he thought that he was going to be sent up north to the Canadian lumberjacks.
He really liked the lumberjacks, and he wanted to help the lumberjacks out as much as he could. He would do this by being a good chainsaw to them, and he hoped that they would reward him by using him to cut down extra-large trees.
He liked cutting down extra-large trees.
But no, some guy, who was annoyingly located a bit south of Hawaii, but a bit north of Australia, ordered him by mail, and so he was sent south rather than his intended north.
Mr. Chainsaw was not too happy with this.
He, along with many of his brethren chainsaws, were taken to a lab facility of some sort. In this lab facility, some guy with a monocle and a mustache and a top hat took him and his comrades and stuffed a rocket onto his rear end.
He didn’t like that much, as he didn’t think that strapping a rocket to his rear end would aid much in the cutting down of trees, something which he noticed a distinct lack of on this island.
He was then shoved into a small, rectangular box with two openings, and he had something prodding him where his cord was. He sat there in this box for a little while, and then he got picked up and pointed at something or another.
His rocket made a little beeping noise, and then the thing prodding him where his cord was pulled his cord, causing him to start up.
This isn’t right, thought Mr. Chainsaw, I don’t see any trees. I just see a group of five people.
Suddenly, his rocket ignited and he was sent blazing out of his box at this group of five people.
One of them, who looked as if he were the leader, glanced up.
“HOLY CRAP!” he cried, “IT’S A-” Mr. Chainsaw missed this middle part, but it was something which ended in “-ing”, “CHAINSAW!”
The leader ducked, and Mr. Chainsaw barely missed him, although he did catch a small tuft of his hair.
He didn’t want to get the poor guy, he wanted to cut down some trees. That was all he ever wanted to do, was aid the Canadians in cutting down some trees.
Mr. Chainsaw’s misery was soon brought to an end when he got embedded within the side of a mountain.