"Where's the fuck am I?" I screamed. The last thing I remembered was Calypso sending her damn coffin and passing out. I looked around and found my machete lying around on the ground. I seemed to be on a hill somewhere. I looked behind me, and found my trademark ice cream truck.

Down on the hill, I could see a small town down on the hill. I smiled to myself and got in my truck and started driving downhill. I past be a sign that says "Peach Creek." I passed by several house, looking for ones that are worth breaking into.

I eventually stopped by a section of the town which is littered with suburban detached homes. I decided these houses would be perfect, easy to break into and lack of security. Then I heard a a noise coming from the back of my truck.

I went out to see what was making all the racket. With machete in hand, I check the back and saw three boys inside. One was skinny and had a ski mask only covering the top of his head. the other one had a stupid look on his face and the last one was shorter and wore a yellow shirt.

"Um... clown... I mean sir! You're head's on fire." the skinny one said. Unamused, I take my machete and bring it down on them. Unfortunately, they were able to get out of the way, and ran past me. "Holy- This guys insane!" one of them said.

I gave chased, after running for a while, I couldn't see any of those fucking brats. The out of nowhere, another kid popped up of no where. He wore a watermelon on his head with eye holes. He was holding a plank with a face drawn on it "Stop right there, evildoer. I, Captain Melonhead and my trusty side kick Splinter the Underwood will stop your-"

I couldn't bother to listen to this retarded brat talk anymore, so I bring my machete down. I hear a wonderful splat sound, melon juice and blood splattered all over the place.

I looked in a nearby bush and could tell those three brats were hiding in it. They probably found out I notice them because they immediately dashes out of the bush. I smiled to myself. They can't fucking hide forever.