Author's Note: Good evening, and welcome to the official novelization of the sequel to the 1994 movie "Blank Check"! When Hollywood great Rupert Wainwright called me and told me that I was the only one that he trusted to write the official novelization of the sequel to his movie, I was honored. In my excitement, I may have screamed a little in excitement. Pretty much, the whole cast is back from the first movie, but due to conflicting schedules and huge egos, the sequel was never made, but it seemed a shame to not make this beautiful movie available to the fans of the first movie. Please enjoy and spread the word. Maybe, if this becomes popular enough, this movie could someday be made!
Our story begins on a crisp autumn day in Austin, Texas, where a man named Buck Wiggles was having a terribly busy day at the office. He was carrying a cardboard box from one end of his office to the other, and back again. To some, the box may have appeared to be a normal, cubic, cardboard box, but to Buck, it was the sexiest box in the entire world. He was busy with his task of carrying the box around the room, but not too busy to take a moment and enjoy the good work he had done. He set the box down on a table, opened the lid, and pulled out one of the many checks (or cheques) inside.
He stood for several long minutes gazing at the signature on the check. "I'm so glad that I finally worked on my signature." he said to the room at large. "After writing it thousands and thousands of times, once each on the many checks inside of this box, it looks like something a classy adult would write. I'm so proud!"
"Wiggles!" shouted his boss, Señor Gus. "Get that box out to the street, right now!" Señor Gus was a ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to turn a profit.
Buck didn't have as much business sense as Señor Gus, but he knew a critical assignment when he saw one! Buck scrambled to get the box out to the street as quickly as possible. He bounded down the stairs three at a time, turned the doorknob with his butt, and dashed out onto the sidewalk.
Just then, Preston Waters jumped out from the bushes and hit him in the foot with a hammer! Of all the luck!
Buck yelped in pain, and the box of checks went flying into the air. The checks scattered to the wind, like leaves in a hurricane. Buck stood there, admiring the beauty of it all, but the pain in his foot brought him careening back to reality.
"Ow! You rotten kid!" yelled Buck Wiggles, responsible adult.
"Whoa! Super cool!" exclaimed rad 90's kid, Preston Waters, as all the cheques flew into his open backpack and/or pockets, by complete coincidence.
"Give those back!" shouted Buck. "I've signed each and every one of those, making them as good as money!"
But it was to no avail. Preston suddenly had a skateboard and was skating away faster than young professional, Buck Wiggles, could run, especially with his injured foot. The sky grew dark, and it began to rain. Buck reached up to the heavens and screamed, "Why me?", but he went unanswered, except by raindrops.
Meanwhile, Preston's world was all sunshine and rainbows. He had heard what Buck had said about the checks being as good as money, and he was ready to spend! He skated into a toy store.
"Give me all your video games!" said Preston, cheerfully slapping a check down on the counter.
The clerk looked quizzically at the cheque. "Sir, this is a check. Do you have any I.D?"
"What's I.D.?" asked Preston.
"Excellent!" the clerk exclaimed, his eyes momentarily turning into dollar signs. "I.D. is where you fill in this line with the number of dollars you wish to spend. Our games cost the largest amount that you can think of."
Preston wrote the largest number that he could think of, 56, on the line that the clerk had pointed to. The clerk frowned a little bit, embarassed on Preston's behalf of his poor math skills, but handed him a game.
Preston squinted comically at the game. "What's this? 'Blank Check: The Game'? This sounds like the worst! Hey! The kid on the cover looks kinda like me!" Preston skated home as fast as he could to try it out.