Hello, amigos! Its Turning Gears, comin' at ya live from... my bedroom. Anyway, I know a lot of you are probably mad at me for not updating In The Ring, but I'm suffering from a deadly case of a little thing called Writer's Block. But, know that I am trying hard to push past it.
Moving on now, this little tidbit popped into my head a few days ago, and I'm only just now getting to writing it down, so hope you enjoy!
P.S. I WILL DESTROY THE NINJA! Just kidding, and if I owned Randy Cunningham, 9th Grade Ninja would have gone through five seasons already. So, I don't own it.
Therefore, I present to you...
Title That Doesn't Give Away The Ending!
The robo ape charged at Randy, his mechanical parts glinting under the harsh, school lights. Luckily, the ninja dodged at the last second, his scarf wrapping around a nearby doorknob and yanking him out of the way.
'Why did he have to attack on the one day parents come to school?'
Randy thought, remembering all of the adults that came for the sciene fair.
"Ninja Scarf Swing!" Randy cried, pushing aside his thoughts. He bent his legs backward to smash into the ape's head, sending his opponent off his feet. He lifted up the Nomicon, which was lying on the ground from his interrupted training session, somehow unharmed, even with the battle raging in the hallway, and tossed it to Howard. His pudgy friend obediently took the book and ran like a madman to the end of the row of lockers.
The ninja looked back to the robot, reached over his head, and took the sword buried in his suit. He held it in his hands and raised it up, calling, "Ninja Slice!" while chopping off the robo ape's arm. But as he turned away and brushed off his hands, he was oblivious to the ape using the rest of its strength to send a forceful punch at Randy. The Ninja crashed into the wall and flew into the next hallway. He sat up, groaned, and held his head, peering through the wall, thankful see a motionless McFist robot.
He sighed in relief and, not even bothering to smokebomb out, took off his mask, watching the fabric unwind around his body, puting him back in his school clothes and changing him back to Randy Cunningham.
"Now that that's taken care of..." Randy trailed off, turning around and seeing the stunned faces of students, teachers, and parents alike (aside from McFist, who looked downright menacing), having taken refuge in the hallway.
Randy stood completely still for what felt like hours. But when put in such a position, he eventually did the only thing he could think of. As Randy threw his arms over his head and sprinted away from the crime scene, knowing trying to deny anything was pointless, he let out a cry that echoed down the hall.
"HOWARD! GET THE NOMICON!"
So I hoped you like it, this will probably stay a one-shot, but if you want me to continue it, just shoot me a review! Thanks for reading, guys, and stay...uh...not...bored! Yeah, that's it! Farewell, my friends!
"SMOKEBOMB!" *psychopath vanishes in a puff of smoke*