So, everyone's been telling me (well maybe not everyone) but people have been telling me I should make these longer and more detailed, but most of the time, that's all I got. I am really good at drama, and you're probably looking for some hilarity, but this one's probably more on the dramatic side. There's some family problems going on and alcohol. Drama is all I know! I'll try to make this as good as I can for what it is. Alright, enjoy
Lets start this party.

Randy sat in his room a week after Howard's abduction. He was taking a nap in his room. The day had been almost too uneventful for comfort. Even though it's a Sunday, there's usually something going on.
His nap was interrupted when his mother calls him downstairs. She sounded mad so he didn't hesitate to climb down and make his way downstairs.
"yes." he called into the living room as he entered. Ms. Cunningham sat on the couch cross legged, her brow furrowed with anger and disappointment.
"I cleaned up your room today." she stated, never taking her gaze off of him.
"When did you get the chance to do that?"
"When you were taking your nap."
"Wow, you are really silent. You could be the ninja." he laughed.
"Randy you rolled over and said, 'oh hi mom'"
"I was half asleep, I don't remember that kind of stuff." he crossed his arms "Why'd you call me down here? To tell me you tidied up my room? Because if so, thank you. It was sort of a mess."
"No, Randy, that is not why I called you down here." She stood up and held up a large plastic bag. A glass clang came from inside. Randy instantly knew what she was upset about, and he had no excuse.
"Randy, you know how I feel about alcohol. Your aunt nearly died from being hit by a drunk driver, and you are way too young to be doing this kind of thing!"
"Look, I'm sorry…but in my defense I wasn't driving anywhere."
"Randy!"
"Alright, I understand, and I'm really, really sorry." Randy never liked upsetting his mom. Unlike a lot of people (newly hormonal teenagers) he totally understood how hard his mother worked.
"I know you're under a lot of stress with being the ninja, and school, and the anniversary of your fathers death coming up. You do not turn to stuff like this though. You're grounded."
"What! But it was only like.." he counted on his fingers. "Six bottles."
"Randy."
"Okay, it was seven, but I actually bothered to get rid of that one."
"You are grounded for three days."
"Wow, you're really not that mad?"
"Oh, I'm mad, I just don't think it would be appropriate for you to be grounded on his anniversary. And I trust you wont do this again."
"…I hate to make a promise that might not be able to keep but, I promise."
"Good, now dinner's almost ready so you can wash up and not fall asleep."

Most teens would roll their eyes at their mothers complaints, and claim that they were just exploring, it's a natural thing and that it's fun to drink. But Ms. Cunningham hates alcohol with a passion and Randy knows that. So when it comes to that subject, it's better not to argue. He washed his hands and went back to the kitchen island where his mom set out dinner. She never made much since there was only two of them and Randy is a vegetarian.
He chewed on his salad while she picked on her fish. It was an awkward silence.
"Can I apologize again?" he asked suddenly. Marissa sighed
"No randy, it's alright, you know how I get, though, and that was unacceptable."
"I'm sorry…again."
The meal was silent and awkward.

The next morning the two didn't talk to each other at all.
Randy was silent as Howard told him yet another pretty damn gross story.
"Do you ever have any normal stories?" Randy asked when he was done.
"No, a normal story would be boring."
"Okay, let me rephrase that, why don't you get a story when you don't end up doing something gross or embarrassing."
"Okay…how about that time I let out the monster that the ninja hid in the basement."
"Yeah, that's not much of a story."
"Oh! What about that time I told everyone I knew who the ninja was and I was captured by Mcfist."
"Yeah, okay, that'd be a good one, if I hadn't been there!"
"Whoa, Cunningham, you alright? You're sort of flipping out."
"Sorry Howard. My mom and I had a fight and I'm still kind of…disappointed in myself."
"Whoa! You two had a fight? What about?"
"Just some…stuff. I don't feel like talking about it." they walked to school in silence, a sound Randy was starting to get used to.
School was boring, other than one monster fight, but it was Bucky, so it's not even a thing any more. He cut up whatever stank'd up object was bothering the poor boy and went back to class.

The way home from school, though, was much more fun. A giant robo snake flew by him and towards the school. Apparently Mcfist didn't know when school ended.
He suited up and dashed after the cliché robot.
"Alright Robo snake, I've had a pretty lousy day, but slicing you up is going to make it a whole lot better."
With a 'high ya!" he leaped into the air, drew his sword and sliced though the crudely constructed metal with ease. "Take that! Mcfist. That's for kidnapping that…boy I don't know, who has cool hair, and an awesome mom."
As the ninja went to walk away the beast stood up. Both halves rebuilt themselves and became two robo snakes. They both lunged at the ninja, throwing him across the school yard.
"What the juice!" he called before hopping out of the way of another blow. He drew the twin katana's and sliced off both of their heads.
"Try growing from that." he exclaimed, landing triumphantly back on the grass. The heads reattached to their hosts and continued attacking their target.
After about a half hour of failed fighting the ninja took a second to hide and regain his breath.
"What the juice is up with those robots? Since when did viceroy start making good robots? He never makes good robots!" as soon as his rant was over the two creatures found him and wrapped their metal bodies around him. He was unable to moves.
He tried to wiggle his arm free and was almost there when the two heads went to give the final blow.
"Smoke bomb!" he yelled. The two snakes stopped, expecting a flash of smoke and for the ninja to disappear. Randy laughed, the pause was long enough for him to get his arm free and punch the metal monster in the face. It was thrown off balance and unraveled itself from the ninja, causing its twin to do the same.
"If I cant stop you with swords." he put away his katanas "Then I guess I'll have to do it from the inside out.
He jumped into the air and landed on the back of one of the twins. It squirmed and bucked as he ripped off one of the beings panels and began pulling out it's complex wiring. In a matter of seconds it was on the ground and the ninja was moving to the next one. He repeated the action and a few seconds later they were down for the count.
He brushed his hands together, and put his hands on his hips. His head was still pounding from being totally hammered the night before last. He'd passed out on the floor. His hangover was one of the reasons he was taking a nap yesterday. He hadn't eaten much that day and he hadn't had a drop of alcohol in his life so the experience wasn't a fun one afterwards. Then again his head ach could be caused by the fight he just had.

It wasn't a long walk home. When he arrived his mother wasn't home so he called up Howard and they hung out for a wile.
"So, when are you going to tell me what's up?" asked Howard, never removing his eyes from the grave puncher video game they are currently playing. He paused the game when Randy didn't answer.
"Hey!" called Randy "I was beating you."
"Cunningham, you know I don't give up grave puncher unless it's important, and I don't find anything important."
"I already told you, I just got some stuff going on, it's no big deal."
"Yeah, well last time you got some "stuff" going on I got dragged back to the ninja camp for ten wonk hours!"
"Look, I'm sorry that happened to you, but what I did, I just don't want to talk about, alright?"
Howard growled in frustration.
"Look Cunningham, it's getting late, I should head home."
"It's seven."
"Well until you stop acting like a total shoob, I cant do this with you."
Right before Howard headed out the door, Randy shouted out what he'd been hiding.
"I got drunk, okay!"
Howard turned around "What?!"
"I got knock out drunk and I didn't want to say anything because my mom was super mad at me last night. It was stupid."
"Yeah it was stupid. I thought we agreed on no stupid stuff until junior year."
"That's not the point! My mom is totally devastated that I would even think about doing something like that."
"that's terrible, but quick question, how did it feel?"
"Howard!"
"Hey, I'm just curious."
"It felt…awesome…and then it hurt, and it hurt bad."
Randy sat on the couch and leaned his head on his palm "What am I going to do Howard? She's so mad at me."
"I don't know, why don't you do something nice for her, like make her breakfast or do her homework or something."
"I don't think she has homework, but breakfast sounds good."
After Howard went home Randy sat up planning the best breakfast in the entire world! All he needs to do is learn how to cook something other than salad then he should be home free.

I have absolutely no idea where in the honkin' world I am going with this thing. I'm requesting suggestions again for those who are willing to give them. Hope you liked it. And yes, I made Randy a vegetarian, because some wiki suggested that he might be and I though that'd be interesting. I am no where near a vegetarian, though. I apologize to those who didn't like this one. Alright, until next time! J