Ch1: Playground Fun
Disclaimer: I am not a Mythbuster nor do I own the Mythbusters. I am just a geek that wants to be one.
At the playground of San Francisco the young mythbusters were playing. Little did they know that they would grow up to work together.
For now they only cared about was blowing things up for fun, except Grant he blew things up for science and fun.
"Tory," called Kari, she was about five. She had red hair up in pig tails; she was wearing a tee shirt and jeans, and was holding a Chinese umbrella.
"What?" Tory said, he was also five years old. He had messy brown hair. He was wearing a tee shirt streaked with mud and shorts that were equally as muddy and showed of his scabby knees.
"I need you to be my test dummy. Just sit on the swing and try not to fall off," she said.
"Will I get hurt?"
"Probably."
"O.K. This is going to be fun!"
"Kari," said five year old Grant. He had neatly combed black hair, and was wearing a tee shirt, knee and elbow pads, along with a helmet. He had a calculator and was using it with lightning speed. "The odds say this won't work. The swing's chain won't stay taunt when and if he reaches the top. It is completely unethical."
"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to try anyways," Kari said with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah Grant, don't be a fun spoiler. Now I want to fly over the swing set!" Tory cried while running toward the swing set. Kari just rolled her eyes and ran after him.
"HIGHER! HIGHER!" Tory screamed loudly. He went higher and higher until Kari became exhausted and collapsed panting. Tory almost reached the top, until he fell off.
"OW!" Tory yelled as he hit the ground. "That was totally-"
"Painful," Grant suggested.
"AWSOME!" Tory yelled. "Let's do that again!"
"No, I couldn't push you one more time if I tried." Kari complained.
"What about you, Grant? Will you push me?" He asked while using the puppy dog eyes.
"I would if I could, but I am working on building a new robot. This one is going to be the best and I am naming it Deadblow. It is going to destroy all the other robots in the Battle-bots competition."
"What?" Tory said with a dumbstruck look on his face.
"Never mind," Grant muttered something about unintelligent and undereducated children. Tory just shrugged and pushed himself on the swing while Kari ran around throwing Chinese fire crackers at people's feet and Grant built his robot.
Meanwhile seven year old Adam and Jamie were comparing baseball cards. They didn't like baseball very much, but they knew they could make millions off of them someday.
"How do you have ten more cards?! I want ten more cards," complained Adam.
"Fine, have them I really don't care." Jamie said flatly, Adam had been bugging him out of mind all day with the baseball cards. He gave him all two hundred cards he could make money other ways. Anyways, it would be years before the cards had any real value.
"I have more baseball cards than Jamie!" Adam sang. Jamie just sighed. "Ohhhhhh, Jamie's jealous!"
"I am not."
"You are so jealous."
"That is absurd! I am never jealous!" Jamie screamed.
"MOMMY! Jamie is yelling at me!" Adam said as he started to cry.
"Oh, shut-up you big baby." Jamie said while walking away to play with his new fire suit. Adam ran after him.
"I'm sorry," Adam said. "Will you still play with me?"
"Ok," Jamie said. There was no one else for him to play with. So they ran off to blow something up.
Kari- That was so AWSOME!
Tory- Why do I always get hurt?
Me- Because you like getting hurt and you always offer to be the test dummy.
Tory- That's right! I forgot about that.
Jamie- Did you recently fall on your head?
Tory (proudly) - Yes! I fell off another swing.
Me- SEND REVIEWS! Also send some ideas of how I can hurt Tory!
Tory- YEAH! That'll be fun!