Disclaimer: My twisted mind doesn't own EENE. The (twisted) mind of Danny Antonuuci does.
A fic made for my friend D who gave me this idea x3
Batter Ed
Prologue
Rolf always did have some pretty crazy ideas, but I thought he went a little too far this time. I mean, he had first moved into the cul-de-sac with a goofy, proud grin on his face-how many years ago? It was probably around four, but even that many years later, he hadn't gotten a full taste of the "culture" we had to offer him. He knew much more over the years, but he hardly left the cul-de-sac; he was dependant on our knowledge of the world he immigrated to and ours simply wasn't enough to cover him.
Now he had laid his eyes upon Jonny and I seriously, looking over the campfire at us and that was when he said it.
"Urban Rangers!" he perked up so suddenly. Even though I was expecting the outburst the way he was looking at us, I still jumped up in surprise and dropped my roasting marshmallow to form our traditional "symbol", showing that I was paying attention and Jonny had done the same, looking as excited as ever.
Rolf stood up and narrowed his eyes fiercely and began to pace in front of us.
"In about a week, there will be a scout competition held. Rolf is sure you're all aware of that, yes?" I looked at him confused, which he seemed to ignore and continued, "Rolf is very positive that you all can handle it and make him proud!"
"Oh boy!" Jonny cried, "Is this going to be like the Olympics?"
"Perhaps, so," Rolf answered and before I could ask, "Rolf thinks we'll all enjoy ourselves, yes? He's already entered us." My face fell. We didn't even get a chance to agree on it?
"Did ya hear that, Plank?" Jonny asked the same block of wood he still carried around, "We get a chance to earn Gold medals! I hope there's swimming!"
Jonny hadn't really changed much over the years himself. He was the same goofy, abnormal, hyper boy that he was at the age of fifteen. His head has gotten bigger and grew brown hair, surprisingly enough, but that was really it. And let me not forgot that I'm still not over the fact that he talks to his wooden "friend". He's dragged that thing around since we were little kids and still appears to have a conversation with it. I just don't get it.
"Isn't this great, Jimmy? We get to travel! We'll be like… a traveling circus!" he beamed at me. I managed to pull off a convincing happy expression and redirected my eyes towards our troop leader.
"Where's this competition anyways?" I asked him. With that same, proud flashy grin, Rolf pulled a map out (of nowhere) and showed it up close to my face. It was America and circled in red was the state Michigan just below the border of Canada. It seemed pretty far from Peach Creek, but I went along with it anyway.
It was a good start that Rolf could actually locate where Michigan was from our home, yes, but it was the question of getting there that I wondered. He hadn't had much experience with different geography and neither did I or most likely Jonny. To top it all off, when we were all packed up and ready to go, I was greeted with a pig (one of Wilfred's siblings-Wilfred ran away a long time ago), Victor, and Beatrice-who Rolf was happily sitting atop on.
"What are you waiting for?" he called me over, "Hop on Victor and get moving!" I sat myself firmly down on Victor, feeling fortunate for my love of animals and held my luggage. I kept repeating the thought in my head that we were only taking the animals as a ride to the nearest airport or bus station. This was going to be the beginning of many crazy ideas.