Hi guys, I haven't updated in a while (The 6 week holidays have just started WOOO) so I will be trying to update every week, this is a new story influenced by the author, lipidcreeper. Let's get started.

Randy

'Where are you Cunningham?' Howard whispered to himself

Howard was sat in Spanish class, all alone. The ninja had NNS'd about an hour ago and had left him all alone. Señora Jorge was about to take the register and if Randy was late once more, he'd get a detention. Sure Randy has had detentions before but tengu-Howard had gone crazy and he didn't last the whole hour then he stowed away to Detention Island, which was technically not getting a detention. Señora Jorge was almost at Randys name when the classroom door flew open and in charged an out of breath, very dirty, Randy Cunningham. He shuffled to his chair and sat down.

Randy hefted a sigh 'Just one day, that's all I ask. One day without some stanked student or a McFist robot on the rampage.'

'On the bright side Cunningham, you won't get a detention.' Howard said

'I know, but I wouldn't be close to getting a detention, if the ninja got a day off!'

'Cool it Cunningham, I'm sure you've had one day off this week. Right?'

Randy Laughed 'No, Ninja Flashback.'

Monday:

'Really, another Mexican death bear. Cant McFist think of anything new?' The Ninja shouted

The death bear roared and charged at the ninja, sharp teeth glinting wickedly in the light of the sun. The ninja didn't really want to be a bit of food stuck between those fangs.

'Howard, What did Debbie say last time I fought a death bear? To put it to sleep you . . . Pat its head and rub its tummy?' The Ninja questioned

'No, you rub its tummy counter clockwise.' Howard shouted in return

The ninja listened to the orders from his friend and the bear was asleep with in a minute.

Tuesday:

'Bucky, you're stanked again?'

A rampaging band geek charged towards a line of lockers knocking them over with a swipe of his hand.

'That was my locker! Where's the backup dinger?'

Like a complete shoob the monster obliged and got out his back up dinger.

'Ninja slice!' the ninja shouted as he lunged towards the item Bucky held most dear.

Wednesday:

The Nomicon glowed softly on the nightstand next to Randys bed. Randy sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the clock. 11:56. Randy groaned as he slid out from under his warm covers.

'What do you want at this time Nomicon?' Randy questioned the book

It just glowed more vigorously.

Randy sighed 'It's another surprise midnight training sessions isn't it.'

The Nomicon pause its glowing, as if to say "Well duh." Randy climbed out of his bed and picked up the Nomicon, reluctantly he opened the book.

Thursday (Present day):

Randy woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm clock. He opened his eyes and yawned, and groaned as he sat up on the floor, why am I on the floor? Randy thought, and then he remembered.

'Oh Wonk!' Randy said aloud

He jumped up and scrambled to get changed; he grabbed his bag and ran for the door. He was late for school.

He pushed open the school entrance and charged towards Spanish class, turning a corner he ran into, none other than Bash Johnson.

'Look this little shoob thinks it's funny to charge into Bash!' Bash said to his gang

'Look Bash, I had a late night, I need to get to Spanish class. I don't have time for an argument.' Randy replied

'What! You want an argument!' Bash said oblivious to Randys answer

Bash walked over to Randy and picked him up by the back of his hoodie. He walked over to the bin and shoved Randy into the week old sandwiches and apple cores.

'Uugh Shnasty!' Randy Shouted

'He covered in food.' Bash said, stating the obvious

His gang walked away, leaving Randy on his own to get himself out of the trash can.

Present time:

'Oh that's why you're late. At least it wasn't a monster attack.' Howard stated

A broadcast came over Señora Jorges radio

"Monster attacking New York!"

'You had to say something, didn't you Howard?' Randy said

'New York though, can the sorcerers stankage even go that far?' Howard asked

'Don't know, but I'd better get to New York.' Randy said as he got his bag

'New York is miles away, what are you going to do? Get a bus? Walk?'

'I'm sure a few smoke bombs can get me there.'

The Nomicon started glowing violently.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm going.' Randy said to the Nomicon

Without bothering to open the book, Randy got up and walked over to Señora Jorge with his best excuse as to why he needed to leave, probably the excuse was that he felt really ill and that he was about to chuck.

'New York here I come.' Randy said to himself as he walked out of the classroom.