The night was relatively calm; the recent thunderstorm had passed, leaving behind the fresh scent of wet earth.  A few raindrops lingering on the roofs of the houses dripped down, splashing down into the puddles below.  The bright moon shone down through the cloudless sky, illuminating the dark roads below.
     Something dark stirred in the bracken, shuffling along the ground.  It paused momentarily, as if listening for something before it resumed moving along.  It slid along the wet grass and into the moonlight.  The spoon paused where it stood, its gleaming red eyes swerving from the house nearby to the woods behind him.  Satisfied, he hopped along, his wooden handle punching holes in the dirt as he hopped up the back porch.  
     The movement detector caught his movement and light flooded the porch.  Attila cursed silently, and propelled himself through one of the low windows, ripping viciously through the screen.  He landed on the carpet and froze, listening.  The people living here were sound asleep.  The one he was seeking however, he knew was not.  
Attila crept along the hallway.  His eyes caught movement somewhere to the left of him, and he turned.  The door that had been closed a few minutes ago creaked open slightly.  Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he cautiously edged towards the doorway.  With a quick thrust he slipped into the crack.  It was completely dark in the room- the only light he had was the moon shining through the window.  
     "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." He crooned softly, red eyes flicking about.  The one he was seeking was here.  He could feel it in his wooden fibers.  The lights suddenly switched on.  Attila blinked, temporarily blinded.  
     "Welcome, Attila.  I have been waiting for you for quite a long time."
     The voice came from a corner of the room.  Attila turned slowly towards the sound of the voice.  The sound was coming from a red armchair facing the other direction, towards the window.  A delicate green hand rested on one of the arms, its fingers drumming against the fabric.  Whatever was in the chair dramatically stepped into full view, glaring down at the wooden spoon.  The avocado twirled his black moustache idly with a finger before examining his nails.
     Attila bared his teeth.  "Senor Ricardo Avocado... what a pleasure."  He snarled, sliding forward onto the carpet.  
     The avocado's smile didn't reach his cold emerald eyes as he spoke.  "Well, well, well...The infamous manic spoon.  You know you can't stop me, Attila.  My forces are regrouping and you have no chance of doing anything about it."  He turned to the side for a moment, calling out.  
     "Limonini!"
     A lemon rolled out of the shadows, glancing at Attila before saluting to the avocado.  He briefly adjusted his sunglasses and straightened up.  "Sir!"
The avocado grinned at Attila.  "Limonini... finish him.  We don't want him interfering in our...business."  He waved a hand dismissingly at the spoon.  "Farewell, Attila.  Pleasure talking to you."  His eyes glittered.
     The lemon faced Attila, and whistled into the shadow behind him.  A carrot-beast stepped out, pawing the ground in anticipation.  Limonini hoisted himself up on his steed with ease, brandishing a ballpoint pen.   Twirling it expertly in one hand, the lemon kicked the carrot-beast, and they charged towards the spoon.  
     Attila calmly remained where he stood, waiting until the last moment to dodge out of the way.  The lemon rushed past, surprised at the quick maneuver.  He quickly tugged on the beast's mane, whirling him around to face Attila, who was now armed with a metal paperclip.  An arm had sprouted out of his side, and now held his weapon in front of him, level with the chest of the carrot-beast.  The momentum of the carrot beast carried it straight into the paperclip.  It gave a horrible shriek before collapsing into a mound of carrot peels.
     The lemon's reflexes saved him from being thrown into the wall.  He nimbly flipped up, pointing his pen at Attila.  The spoon only grinned wolfishly, circling the lemon at a crouch, stabbing here and there to test his weakness.  And then Attila charged.  Their weapons met with a clash, and they parried, stabbing wildly at each other.  The confident expression on the lemon's features slowly changed to a strained concentration as he tried to meet up with the spoon's paperclip.  With a final thrust, Attila stabbed the lemon through the eye, knocking him into a chair leg with his handle.  The lemon screamed, thrashing wildly as he tried to roll away.  Attila held him firmly by the peel, and sunk his fangs into the yellow flesh.  The lemon groaned before going still, his sightless eyes staring out into space.  
     The avocado mumbled something vulgar under his breath and attempted to slink out of sight.  
     "Not so fast, my green little friend."  Attila strode forward, holding the paperclip which was now dripping yellow juice.  "It's your turn."