Introduction of The GERT, as told by Wood Shavings
About 20 years ago, I was doing wombat things in Austrailia. Then I was captured
by some American Scientists, and brought to New York. I escaped one day, and fell
into the sewer. It was there that I found eight turtles and a rat. Well,
four of the turtles went with the rat, and then the other four followed me around
calling me "mommy" of all bloody things.
I began to notice these changes in me, I began to become more human. Which was
a real bloody shock, but heck, it's not everyday a wombat can make a vegemite sandwich.
I'm still a wombat, but I can stand upright, but usually stick to being four-footed like
a wombat should be.
Well, anyway mate, enough babbling. I noticed the same changes in the bloody turtles as well.
Then this is when I decided we all needed names. I called myself Wood Shavings, my "sons", the GERT,
I call: Picasso, Dali, Escher, and Rembrandt. They all have their problems, but they're good
guys, ya know?
New York was a bit crowded, so we decided to move to New Jersey. We also have
two very good friends, Mozart, and Robin O'Malley, an annoying reporter. Mozart is a cloned sheep.
We'll get to how we all met in the adventures of the GERT...
Oh! I guess I should mention that we have some enemies, shouldn't I? Well mate, there's these idiots that try to start fights and things with us. They're called the ear-lobe clan. Their leader, Egg Beater, is a bloke that doesn't have all his scruples. Then his two henchmen, Jitterbug and Macerena, are two real stooges.
As for the rest of the story. We did spend some time in a governmental laboratory. That's how Picasso got his delusions of being a hamster by spending too much time watching the laboratory rodents and sitting under an ultraviolet radiation lamp. Bloody idiot. As a sensei it is my duty to teach the lads my fighting style, aborigine, and to teach them their natural abilities. I also act as a father. Tough job.
Well mate.. that's about it.