Budd:Well hello again everybody! It's your favorite writer Budd here, along with Lenny,Theresa,and Trinity! With also a new face going to appear in our commentary booth! (See Valentine's day dance for more details on new OC.)
Trinity:Mmm...I wonder who it will be?
Lenny:I bet he/she is a dor-...Trinity...are you eating my candy!?
Trinity: o.o nooooooo...*hides jar*
Lenny: :( I worked so hard on just playing my bass on the street corner earning that candy from Halloween...~sniff~
Budd:He did work hard on Halloween songs.
Theresa:I passed by him he deserves that candy.
Trinity:*puppy dog face* I sowwy...
Lenny:*smirks* I guess we could share *sits next to Trinity*
Trinity:Yay! Candy!
Budd:*coughs* well then let's move on to the new story :D
Theresa:Can I disclaim?
Budd:You certainly may.
Theresa:Yay! LennySill does not own Grojband,The Newman's or anything else that might cause conflict to/with viewers.
Budd:Excellent I got the rest. This story is rated T...if anyone really cares... This is a LennySill Production.
LennySill Productions Presents: Solving The Schools Crime.
Lenny:Enjoy the first chapter everyone!
*Garage door closes and reopens to scene.*
Intro-log: The suspects...
Kon:The Boss,
Corey:The Right-Hand Man,
Laney:The Protective Sister,(Yes...I made Laney the sister of Corey...yeah I know it sounds weird but it goes with my story, and if your not down with that I got two words for yeah! Just read. ;) )
Joey: The Hit man,
Carrie:The Resentful sister,
Kim:The Scorned girl,
And Kin:The Reporter,
Longing for a big story
Or one of a hundred kids
who had a reason to hate Mina Beff...
Lenny Sill is on the case...
He approached me as I made my way into the car for lunch. He was small and wiry, with a face that would've been more home on a rodent. His jaw moved slowly and with great purpose as it worked over a piece of fruit gum, the kind that gave off a sickeningly sweet smell but lost its flavor after three chews. His name was Joey, a.k.a "the Hyena." And I knew who he worked for.
"Lenny," he spit out, "The boss wants to see you, hehehe." A short, high-pitched giggle ended his sentence, justifying his nickname. He scanned the crowd constantly as we walked, his head swiveling back and forth in a herky-jerky motion, like a lawn sprinkler with the hiccups.
"Tell him to call my Secretary and make an appointment," I replied.
"It wasn't a request, hehehe."
"Everything is a request. Ever heard of freedom of choice?"
He stopped walking. "All right, smart guy...here's your choice: You can choose to talk to The Boss or you can choose to get popped, hehehe."
He sneered at me, revealing teeth that had enjoyed one jawbreaker too many. His right hand went to the side of his cargo pants. There was a lump there the approximate size and shape of a squirt gun. Smart guy as I was, I got the message. He raised an eyebrow and waited for my response.
"You know, I've been wanting to talk to Kon for a while," I said. "Today's as good a day as any."
"Good choice. Hehehe." He started walking again. I followed.
The place was packed with seventh graders, not a huge stretch for a middle school cafeteria at lunch time. It was spaghetti day, so the air was thick with the smell of government-supplied tomato sauce. Joey walked in front of me, cutting a path through the crowd. Nobody wanted to accidentally bump into him because they would "accidentally" get bumped back, only ten times harder. Joey wasn't a big kid, but he was crazy, and crazy trumped size. Size could be negotiated with. Nobody knows what to do with crazy.
Kon' s table was in the very back right corner of the caf, strategically chosen for its view of the entire room. Kon Sat with his back to the wall, so that only ghosts had a shot of sneaking up on him. As Joey and I approached, two hulking eighth graders moved to block our path. Joey gave them a barely perceptible nod. Before I could protest, they lifted me off the ground and guided me toward the wall, as gently as two grizzlies playing with a bunny rabbit.
"Routine weapons check," one of them rumbled.
"Just doing our job," said the other.
"Ooof, ow...," I replied.
They did everything but buy me lunch. When they didn't find a squirt guns on me, they let me through. One of them even helped me sit down, hard.
Kon was using his meaty hands to delicately eat a salad too green and fresh to have been gotten from the cafeteria. Sitting to his left was his right-Hand man, Corey Riffen, eating potato chips one at a time, wiping the salt from his fingers after each one. They both wore freshly pressed dress shirts and khakis, making them look like businessmen that someone had left in the dryer too long. Corey and I used to be friends back in elementary. Now the big jerk was just another one of Kon' s lackeys.
I crossed my arms(Profile picture is an example) and waited for Kon to acknowledge my arrival, but he kept on eating his salad. I checked my watch. My lunch period was slipping away. I cleared my throat too loud and too long to be authentic. "Ahem."
"Hey, Lenny," Corey said, then shot me a smile I didn't return. Kon didn't look up.
"That's doing wonders for your figure," I said, nodding toward Kons salad.
Kon smiled in spite of himself. He looked up at me. "A fat joke? Lenny, I expected better of you."
"I guess getting manhandled makes me cranky."
He shrugged, then dabbled the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"Did you call me here just to watch you eat?" I asked. "Not that it's fascinating."
"Not quite," he said. "Are you still for hire, or did things change over the summer?"
"I'm still a private detective, if that's what you mean."
"Excellent. I have a job for you."
I stood up in a hurry. "Thanks, but no thanks. Not being one of your lackeys helps me sleep at night."
"Please, sit down and hear me out first."
This wasn't a request. One of the guards helped me to my seat again.
"Your goons can keep me here to listen to your 'job offer,'" I growled, "but the chances of me taking it are slim."
"Lenny, why the hostility? I thought we got along."
"We used to get along. Now we coexist."
"Well, then let me put it to you this way: You were one of the few people who stood up for me before I attained my current position. I always felt like I should do you a favor somehow, so-"
"Whoa," I said, "the people you do favors for either land in detention or end up getting popped. How about just a thank you and a hearty handshake?"
"How about a thank you, a hearty handshake, and twenty dollars?"
My mouth snapped shut. Twenty bucks was a lot of money. I mean, there's stuff I wouldn't do for twenty bucks, but the list was pretty short. Kon was watching me, grinning broadly. Apparently, I wore my thoughts like makeup on a little girl: all over my face.
"Ahhh," he purred, "I knew you'd do It."
"I'm not 'doing' anything...yet. Twenty dollars gets my attention, not my services. What's the job?"
"Simple. There's a trinket, a good luck charm. I lent it out to someone a long time ago, and now I want it back."
"Sounds like a job for one of your goons."
"Employees, Lenny. Not goons, And yes, it would seem to be, but it isn't. The job requires more...finesse."
"Why not use Corey?" I asked, nodding in his direction.
"He's not as brutish as the rest of your 'employees.' I heard he's even housebroken."
"Corey can't do this job," Kon said, in a way that closed the subject.
I looked at Corey. His eyes were no longer locked on my face. They had suddenly taken a strong interest in his shoes. His smile resembled a grimace, as if he had just been hit in the stomach with a two-by-four. There was only one kid who could make Corey look that way.
"Who'd you lend it to?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Mina Beff."
I barked out a laugh. "Right. You expect me to go right up to The Blue Devil, only the most feared trigger-girl in school, and force her to hand over your good luck charm. You have another one that I could borrow?"
"It isn't like that."
"Well, how is it like?"
"You know as well as I do that over the summer she decided to stop working for me. She's out...completely out. She wouldn't hurt a kitten."
"I'm not as cute as a kitten."
Kon ignored me and continued. "And you wouldn't be 'forcing' her to do anything, Lenny. I doubt she even remembers she has it. I doubt that she'd have any problem parting with it. I gave it to her last year. We used to joke that it would give her good luck."
"If it's her good luck charm, why would she need to give it up?"
"She needed it when she worked for me," he said. "She certainly doesn't need it now."
"Everyone needs good luck."
"True, but not everybody needs the same kind."
I nodded, conceding his point."So why hire me?" I asked. "You don't need a detective. You already know who has the charm. And there must be someone in your organization with enough brains and manners to ask Mina for something she doesn't want anymore."
"There are, but Mina and I made a deal. She would never talk about my organization to anyone, and I would never approach her again. We both wanted a clean break."
"That doesn't really answer my question."
"Doesn't it Lenny? You're a neutral party. You don't work for me-"
"But you would be hiring me."
"Technically, yes. But let's face it, everyone knows you would never 'work' for me, not in any way that really mattered."
"What if she refuses?"
"If she refuses, then nothing. I want my trinket back, but not that badly. I respect her way too much to try to force it from her." His gaze went distant for a moment. "In a way, it would be nice if she refused. She was the best...my favorite...and if she wants to keep the trinket as a token of what we once had, then I would be flattered."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joey make an ugly face, as if what Kon said didn't sit too well. Then again,maybe I was reading too much into it; the hyena had a lot of faces, none of them pretty. I turned my attention back to Kon.
"Sounds easy. What's the catch?"
"No catch. You ask her for the trinket. Whether you get it back from her or not, I pay you twenty dollars. Consider it back pay for being nice to me before you had to."
It sounded plausible, but trusting Kon was like signing your own detention slip. Twenty bucks, however, was hard to ignore, no matter what the risks were.
"What does the trinket look like?"
Kon smiled. "Its a bass key chain."
"What's the time frame?"
"The sonner the better."
"How's this afternoon?" I asked
"Fine."
"Fine. Half now, half after the job is done," I said.
Kon put ten dollars on the table. His smile widened. He has been holding it in his hand the entire time. He had known what I wanted before I did. I frowned, but picked up the bill and put it in my side pocket before I could change my mind. He slid something else across the table. It was a hall pass with my name on it.
"So you can eat your lunch in peace," he said, "without rushing."
I picked up the pass and looked at it. It was expertly forged. My frown sunk a little lower.
The bell rang. Kon stood up; I didn't move. "Don't question your decision Lenny," he said, reading my mind via face again. He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "A smart kid knows a good deal when it falls into his lap."
He clapped my shoulder twice, then walked out of the caf with his entourage trailing behind him. Joey the Hyena lingered for a moment. His eyes were full of malice.
"See you around, Lenny," he said, then that eerie giggle of his. "Hehehe..."
I sat there cursing myself for breaking one if my longest-standing rules: Don't EVER work for Kon, especially on deals that were too good to be true. Nothing that paid well was ever easy.
Budd:Shhhhh...it's 2:00 am everyone is asleep. (Whispering)
Lenny,Theresa,and Trinity are asleep on the couch.
Budd:HeHe yeah I'm tired to so let's rap this up here. This was my first chapter of my new story, I hope you guys liked it, it's ultra long! Review your thoughts and other junk!
Theory on new Grojband episodes: My theory is that the producers are going to wait intell Total drama all stars is done then there going to announce New episodes of Grojband which will be like in early December or Mid November. Just my theory. Tell me what you know by Reviewing or PM ing me.
Story of the Week:Between me and you by freelancer, great story check it outs!
Budd:That's it for now everybody! Come back wherever! :)
Thanks for chilling with us everyone!
*Garage door closes*