It was 2 years since Rocky and his brothers were almost kidnapped forever by the evil Snyder on his large boat. In the end, their grandpa had come just in time and their dad took the bad guy down. When the boys went back to school no one believed their story - it was just too hard to believe!

Rocky had not told anyone that had happened that fateful summer; he knew no one would understand. In fact, the only person that seemed to understand the whole situation was his best girl friend Emily. She had been a part of the whole ordeal, and had even helped them get rid of the three idiots that tried kidnapping them originally. Today, he was paying attention in Mrs. Munger's 6th grade math class.

"Samuel Douglas Jr! What is the answer to number 43?" Mrs. Munger asked Rocky.

Rocky looked down at his workbook. "The factorization is x minus three times x plus three."

Mrs. Munger looked down at Rocky from beneath her bifocals. "Rocky, we aren't doing prime factors, the homework was just a few simple multiplication problems!"

"But I-" Rocky started

"I don't want to hear it! Factoring is an Eighth grade level math problem. Go to the office, and tell them you've been factoring in your free time to make me look bad. You've got detention! Those idiots want me to retire that bad, I'm not going to allow it!"

Rocky slowly stacked his books on his desk and trudged his way out. He didn't like getting in trouble, but the problem was that Mrs. Munger was actually very old and very senile. For some reason she thought that rocky was a troublemaker that was just out to make her look bad, but the principal, Mr. Burt knew her condition and usually let Rocky off fairly easy. Soon enough, Rocky had made it to the Principal's office and opened the door.

"Samuel, what did you do today?" Mr. Burt asked, while leaning back in his leather chair behind his desk.

"Same thing, Mr. Burt. I just answered a question and she started claiming I was trying to cook a pot roast during class." Rocky responded.

"Well, I seem to be collecting quite a few students in detention today. I will let you off with a warning, on one condition."

"What's that?"

Instead of responding, Mr. Burt crawled underneath his desk and then reappeared with nunchucks in his hands, and he was twirling them rapidly. "You must fight me!"

Rocky grabbed on to the armrests of his chair. He didn't know how to respond. "Uh...sir?"

"C'mon, I heard about your ninja skills, and how you beat up that greasy italian on his boat! Fight me, c'mon, FIGHT ME!"

Rocky stood up and maintained a ninja stance. As soon as Mr. Burt moved one inch forward from his desk, Rocky Kicked the bookshelf on his right, and 300 pounds of leather bound books landed upon his principal. He now lay there motionless. This seemed to be perfect timing for Rocky, as just as he was about to check on his principal, the final bell for school rang.

Walking out of the office and out of the school, Rocky met up with Emily at the bike check in front. Emily was already there, unlocking her bike.

"Nice bike," Rocky taunted from behind Emily's back.

Emily's head whipped up, and she gasped. She slowly turned around just to see Rocky standing there, with a cocky grin on his face. "Cut it out," she said while smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, I was just messing."

"I know, but its not funny, pretending to be Darren."

Rocky shrugged it off and unlocked his bike. Just as he stood up from his lock, he saw Colt and Tum Tum stop right in front of him on their bikes.

"You guys ready? You guys are always slow," Colt complained.

"Yeah, You're slow," Tum Tum mimicked.

"You know what," Rocky started, "You guys go on without us." Rocky stared at Emily in the afternoon sunshine. She giggled out of shyness as she brushed the hair that had blown into her face.

"Rocky loves Em-i-ly, Rock-y loves em-i-ly..." Colt and Tum Tum sang as they rode off ahead of them.

"SO where now?" Emily asked.

"I dunno, I was thinking, lets go to the gravel pits," Rocky suggested. Emily squealed with joy. The gravel pits were where all the older kids went with their boyfriends and girlfriends to go make out. They both blasted off into the setting sun on their 3 speed bikes.

After about halfway throught the ride, Emily turned to Rocky. "Why do you hang out with me?" She asked.

Rocky looked at Emily from his bike, still riding forward. Emily was perfect, with her pink 90's aerobics stretch pants, her big, fluffy, billowing bangs, and beautiful oversized front teeth that stuck out past her lips, Rocky knew she was the one for him. "I dunno, why do you hang out with me?" He responded.

At this point, Emily stopped her bike, and Rocky followed. As they stood there, looking at each other, Emily brought her face close to his. Before Rocky knew it, his mouth was on hers. They enjoyed their moment for a while, basking in each other's feel, but then the ground started shaking, and Rocky felt an immense pain shoot throughout his body.

"AHHH!" Rocky screamed as his body began floating above Emily's head. He began glowing a greenish white color all over, even in broad daylight. Emily observed the scene before her with wide open eyes. She didn't know what to do!

Suddenly, Rocky screamed one more time, and he began changing rapidly into another shape. A large explosion of light occurred and nothing was left of Rocky except for a small miniature action figure that looked just like Rocky.

"Oh my god," Emily said with an evil smile, "I didn't know it would work that easy!" Emily walked up to Rocky, who was trying to run away in his little form. "I must sell you with all the rest of my expired girl scout cookies for lots of money!"

"Emily? What happened! Turn me back!" Rocky screamed from the ground. Instead of answering, Emily picked up the squirming Rocky and slipped him in her back pocket.

"Ohmigod Emily NO," Rocky exclaimed, "You SIT on you back pocket!"

With that said, Emily sat back on her bike and took off with a burst of effort and cracked off a huge girl fart as she started pedaling.