Rushing through the vegetation, the trees crowded in, hanging low over your heads, lower branches easily reaching out into your path. Paying them little heed beyond a necessary dodge to avoid getting clobbered, you pursue Bones as he run just ahead of the group. Ahead one could just make out the bobbing motion of his flashlight, as he leads the rush through the darkness. The flashlight penetrates only a short distance into the forest, beyond which is unknown blackness.
Calls resound from the trees overhead, sound distinctly bird-like. Bones shines the flashlight up for a moment revealing two bright eyes among the glare. The owner, a kinkajou turns away and disappears higher up into the vegetation.
"El Abuelo! El Abuelo!!" the boy shouts frantically, from just yards ahead. You see the child, with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, and sniffling. You see Pingo, with large leaves and fronds tied to his arms and chest, laughing in hysterics, and pointing at the Kid. Without a tongue, Pingo's laugh sounds ragged, and a bit hollow.
Bones his holding his flashlight on the scene, and is still gripping his revolver.
"HEY! Boob! Break it up, will ya! We ain't in ANY mood for your shenanigans." Bones says, his voice holds an edge like a sharpened blade. "We're tired. We've gotten shot at. The Kid got roughed up by Nazis, and you think it's a great time time be fooling with the Kid? Not tonight Pingo. Not tonight. You COULD have gotten shot by any one of us. You wouldn't think it was so funny then. Would you?"
Pingo tries to put on a berated expression, but he fails at stifling his laughter altogether. A chuckle escapes now and then. He motions wildly with his hands, in his unique form of sign language that only those closest to him know.
Bones makes clicking noises at Pingo with his tongue in return, and Pingo's expression turns sour. He gives Bones a grimace, and steps into the thick foliage around them. He pulls out the carcasses of two young boar, holding each in a hand by it's hing legs.
"Pingo says that he's sorry," Bones says turning back to the group. "He said that he came upon the Kid when he was returning, and he could not resist. It was bad judgment on his part. I'm sorry too, Pingo likes his jokes, but clearly he doesn't understand the sort of day we've had."
The Kid, mostly recovered, gives Pingo a dirty look and sticks his tongue out at him. A traditional child's taunt, given more weight by Pingo's unique circumstance. Pingo tosses the pigs at the kids feet, and makes the 'Clawing motion' that you have all seen that refers to the mythical 'El Abuelo'-- The Grandfather...
The Kid scowls, and picks up the two pigs. They are much heavier to him though, and he swings each over a shoulder. Pingo leads the return to the camp, swinging a machete in front of him. The group emerges again to the light of the campfire, and the curious expressions of Jon Russo and Doctor Loder.
