Chapter 1
It was a normal (Sam & Max normal that is) day at the office. Sam was sitting at his desk, reading the newspaper (The cover bearing news about how Max's rampage was put to a halt and his reappearance. Let's just pretend Superball took care of the matter concerning Max's death and just said Max reverted to normal.). Max was outside, shooting randomly (at birds, rats, and normal people who "looked at him funny") while yelling. Eventually he came inside, and put his gun away. Suddenly he asked: "Aren't you going to ask where I keep my gun Sam?"
"That joke has worn out thinner than my great brown loafers, used too often in races. If I wore any, and ran in any races. Besides, I already know." Max was sad. Sam saw this.
"Oh alright. Where DO you keep your gun?" Max's face instantly lit up.
"That's NONE of your damn business!" Max smiled. Sam frowned.
"Is this just a shameful attempt by the author to cram that joke into this piece of writing because he can't think of any good Sam & Max™ worthy wit?"
"Quiet Sam, he might hear you!" At that point the phone rang. Max jumped.
"I got it!" He leaped at the phone. Sam lunged at Max and grabbed his leg. He swung him into the open cupboard and the door shut after him. Sam picked up the phone and started talking.
"Yes? Oh hello commissioner! Haven't heard from you since "The Penal Zone-"Max burst out of the cupboard, the remains of Hugh Bliss soaked in his fur.
"Are you breaking the fourth wall Sam? On an unrelated note, we should really clean the cupboard. Apparently what was in that jar had passed through old Max. Thankfully, I don't remember the details."
"Quiet little buddy." Max left the room for a moment.
"Anyway, what is it? Yes? No! Yes! He did what? What did you do? Did you? Oh that cheating rascal! Okay, we're on it!" He slammed the phone down. Max came back in, smelling slightly more odd than usual.
"What is it this time Sam? Some sort of cult sacrificing goats once every year? That guy who made a board game that kills? I'm sure he was beaten up pretty badly already…"
"No little buddy. This time we are going to some generic warehouse!"
"Hurry up then, we are almost on the second page!"
"You baffle me sometimes Max…" Sam told him as they left the office.
