OK, I know you guys are quite surprised that I'm now writing three in-progress fics (which surprised me as well), but here's a fic I dedicated to Tumblr user two-live-shoobs (they're bruce-dorable, you should check them out)

This fic will summarize every episode in RC: 9GN (though not all, some of them might will be made up)in Randy's point of view. I will put which episode in each chapter as reference ^^

*First Chapter: refer to the ep "When Howie Met Randy"*

Randy walked home as fast as his little legs could. He wanted to tell his mom about what happened in Norrisville High School just now. About those mega-bruce moves the Norrisville Ninja had shown to him when fighting the monster in the school's cafeteria (who was actually his daycare teacher) and the kid he'd tried to convince about the masked hero of the town. He was eager for that; his heart thumped excitedly in every step he took.

Reaching the dark purple-roofed house at the end of the street, he stepped into the house's porch and knocked the red wooden door three times.

'Mom!' he called, 'I'm home!'

The door slowly creaked open and Mrs. Cunningham's joyful face poked out of the house, cooing, 'Ooohhh, my little sugar is home already!' She ruffled her son's tyrian purple hair and pulled his cheeks; the young boy giggled as she did.

'Where's your cap, Randy darling?' she asked, noticing the red cap Randy always wore to the kindergarten wasn't on the top of his head.

'Uh...' Randy hesitated, but his mom only beamed at him and said, 'Come, let's go inside.' She took his hand before letting him enter their house and she closed the door.

'Wanna take your bath first, Randy?' the mother said. Randy only nodded as his answer and he went to the stairs.

'Oh, before that...' She pulled out a piece of cloth from her trousers' pocket and blindfolded her son, stifling a giggle.

'Mom?' said the boy, blindly walked a few steps forwards but Mrs. Cunningham caught his hands and slowly guided her son from behind to the house's second floor, where Randy's room was.

'Don't worry, Mommy's here,' she said while taking each step carefully. 'Is there something you want to show me, Mom?' the blindfolded kid voiced with a slight stammer. She only smiled and continued leading Randy to his room.

'Here we are,' she announced as they reached Randy's room, having turquoise blue walls with some pictures hanging, a single bed, two short bookshelves and a desk with a chair. She lifted the boy and plopped him onto the wooden chair before taking the cloth away from Randy's eyes. 'I hope you like this, sweetie pie,' she said cheerfully.

Randy rubbed his eyes for a while and he caught a glimpse of something square-shaped on his desk and he gasped, hoping for a new set of jigsaw puzzles.

Instead, it was what he feared the most (the second after chickens): a diary. The good thing was it was blue in colour, not the freakish pink he'd usually seen some of the girls in the daycare brought with them.

'Mom, I don't want this!' He shoved the book to his mother, who was rather shocked with his sudden action. 'Oh come on Randy, it's just a diary,' she said softly. 'Diaries are for girls!' he moaned and started bawling.

'Not all girls have a diary, and not all boys don't have one of their own,' Mrs. Cunningham comforted her son and patted his back. 'Why did you buy me this?' Randy murmured between his sobs. 'You know I'm not always around, Randy dear. If you want someone to talk with, it's this.' She held the blue diary in front of his eyes. 'But how?'

'You write into it. See?' She flickered open the book. 'You wrote the date, and write whatever you have went through each particular day. Isn't it great?' 'But it sounds boring,' Randy mumbled. 'Why do people have this?' 'One day you will know how important this little fellow is to you.' His mother smiled at him, but he turned his face away. With a sigh, she then left the room, closing the door.

Randy only stared at the diary his mom had bought him, feeling quite guilty that he rejected his mother's gift. He forced himself to touch it and held it. It was quite thick, almost 500 pages (his eyes widened when he saw it) and she had wrote his name inside, behind the front cover.

At first, his mind was blank; he didn't know what to write in the wonky book. He rested his head onto his desk, thinking. Suddenly a face with ruffled orange hair appeared before his eyes, grinning...

He perked up and took his pencil, tapping his chin with it before started writing:

3 July 2005

I dont know what to write. I mean, Mom just buy me this, which wonks up my cheese. I'm not starting this with "Dear diary"; sounds too girlish (Eeuw.). Gonna call you book. Hope you like it

There is this kid name Howard Weiner-what was his name again? (Looks like have to ask him when I meet him in daycare tomorrow.) He didn't believe at the famous Ninja of Norrisville (WHHAAATT?! He's my idol, he had NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT!), so I dragged him to the school where older kids go to see him in action. And guess what? The Ninja; he was SO BRUCE (he make awesome jokes in battle, I laugh really hard), with his moves when fighting the pink moster attacked the canteen and I turn her back to human by cutting her apron! Isn't it great?!

Turns out he (howard) had known about the ninja, he just being away for some while (seeing his grandpa I think). Hahahaha what a shoob I am to believe that.

Think gonna stop here, might write again tomorrow. Bye bye.

Randy Cunningham

Randy placed down his pencil and closed the diary, gazing at it with a smile and went to his cupboard, taking his towel and swung open the blue door, not knowing his mother had seen him writing into the blue book moments ago.

I guess that will do for now, hope you enjoy it! :D (thinking it's cute that Randy didn't write English well when he was young X))