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"What the Juice Cunningham! What the juice!" Howard Weinerman crossed his arms, sending a glare across the lunch table at his best friend.

"Oh come on Howard, it was not like I could just leave the rampaging monster alone" Randy tossed his bag onto the bench beside him, before sitting down.

Howard turned to the side, crossing his arms, ignoring the other and frowning. Randy sighed, placing a hand over his eyes for a moment in exasperation.

"Come on Howard, you know it is kind of my job" Randy looked over at his friend, catching the glance the other gave to him.

"Is it also part of your job to have me turn in our project together and totally get called out in front of the entire class!" Howard said, turning back to him and slamming his hands down on the table in the process.

Randy rubbed the back of his neck, "the whole class?"

Howard glared, crossing his arms once more "uh, ch-ya...we were supposed to read that stupid book, and do a stupid presentation on it. Thought we would slide by not getting called out, and yet surprise!" he tossed his hands into the air.

Randy flinched slightly, "sorry man..."

Howard sighed, "forget about it. Good thing we got a make up assignment at least."

Randy raised an eyebrow, "whoa...a make up assignment?"

Howard pulled a book out of his bag, tossing it before Randy.

"We have three days to read said book, then write a new report" he said.

"Three days!" Randy picked up the book, "but this thing's like the dictionary."

The book was honestly not to big, but the two were over exaggerating as usual.

Howard frowned, "totally wonk, but since you owe me..." A sly smirk crossed his face.

Randy sighed, "you want me to do it don't you."

The bell rang and Howard picked up his bag, "I knew you'd understand buddy."

Randy stood, grabbing his own bag. He slung it over one shoulder as usual, following his friend out into the hall.

"Fine, fine. I do owe you...but you can at least try to read some of it. If I have to go ninja, at least we will have some information" Randy said, glancing at his friend.

Howard sighed, "even when ya owe me, I have to do work."

Randy smiled, "your mom is always saying you should read more."

"Don't remind me" Howard grumbled.

"Not like you guys were going to pass anyways" a voice said behind them.

The two turned to see Debbie Kang standing there.

"What do you want Debbie" Howard rolled his eyes.

"Just another laugh at the fact that once again, you two are total shoobs" she smiled.

Randy frowned, standing at a slight tilt as he usually did "hey, we got this in the bag."

"Ya, our report is going to be totally bruce" Howard said, giving her another of his signature smirks.

Debbie rolled her eyes, "don't make me laugh, this is going to be another repeat of your spanish presentation. I mean who gets lessons from a guy who sells tacos?"

"Hey!" Howard pointed a finger at her, "his spanish was muy churro."

She laughed, brushing his finger out of her face, "and that, is why you will always be shoobs."

With that, she walked away down the hall. Howard glared at her back, giving an annoyed grumble.

"Ugh! She think's she's so smart, we have to get an A!" he said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Randy held up his hands, "are you sure we should set the bar so high?" He rubbed the back of his neck, "we're more like...C level."

Howard turned on him, jabbing a finger into his chest, "I will not lose to Debbie Kang again Cunningham."

"Who said this was a competition?" Randy arched an eyebrow.

Howard turned, walking down the hall, "oh she made it a competition when she called us shoobs."

Randy chuckled, following after his friend, "well, first thing we have to do, is actually read the book."

Howard rolled his eyes, "pfft, who needs reading, that is what the internet is for."

Randy frowned, "but we just agreed to actually-"

"A ututututututut" Howard held a hand up, stopping him from speaking, "this is war man. In war you always cheat!"

Randy sighed, "this is not going to end well."

"Probably not" Howard agreed, "but at least we will totally pown Debbie."

The bell rang, and the two of them realized they were the only ones left in the hall.

"Awe man" Randy sighed, "late again?!"

The two of them made a run for it, heading towards their next class. Suddenly a familiar red glow came from Randy's bag, causing him to slide to a stop.

"Seriously!" Howard glared.

"Go ahead without me, it's only math" Randy said, pulling the Nomicon from his bag, "how much trouble can you really get into there without me."

Howard gave him a look.

"Ok, scratch that" Randy smiled, "just go, I'll be there once I find out what the Nomicon wants."

"You better hurry, or I am so making you do my homework" with that, Howard left.

Glancing around, Randy slipped into a janitor's closet and closed the door. He leaned against the wall, and slid down it to sit on the floor.

"Ok Nomicon, you got like five seconds" with that he opened the book, and fell face forward into it.

Old paper doors opened up, as he fell through the air, tumbling head over heels. Birds flew by, and the screen held it's all to familiar brown paper color. He landed with a thud, on a wood floor, before standing and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ow, sheesh...would it kill you to put some pillows down?" Randy turned, noting the usual stage like platform where the image of a ninja sat.

Moving to the ninja, the form of what looked like a simple villager appeared. Graffiti like writing appeared overhead. Randy began to read them as they appeared.

"The deadliest enemy, can be an enemy called a friend"

The ninja form seemed to smile and shake the villager's hand, before the villager form pulled out a blade and sliced the ninja form in half down the center. Randy flinched lightly, as the scene vanished.

"Really? Was that needed?" he asked, crossing his arms.

The words grew bigger, large arrows pointing at it. Randy held up his hands, taking a step back.

"Ok, I get it" he said, "haven't we been through something like this before though? " He shook his head, "doesn't matter. What does matter is you so don't have to worry. Howard is the only one who knows I'm the ninja, and he is no enemy...other than that those who are like friends to me are about as harmless as a fly is."

An angry face appeared in the air above him, before the floor fell out from under him. Seconds later, Randy was sitting up in the janitor's closet, smacking his head on the door. The Nomicon snapped shut in his lap with a red glow, before going still.

"Ow" Randy rubbed the back of his head, "so not cool Nomicon."

The book was prone to ejecting him in ways that ended with him getting hurt when it thought he was oblivious to its' knowledge. This happened to be quite often though. Randy stood, shoving the book back into his backpack, before giving a sigh.

"An enemy called a friend huh?" he rubbed his chin for a moment, before a thought sparked in his head. His eyes widened, "awe snap I'm late!"

He opened the door, bolting from the closet down the hall towards his class, hoping for a moment, that Howard was not to mad at him. He did not need more math to do that night.