The Boring Misadventures of Craig and Co.

Misadventure 1: Bikes

It was a common fact that Tweek was scared of pretty much everything, so when he said that he was scared to ride a bike, they weren't really surprised.

If anything, they were pretty pissed.

All of them had made plans to go bike-riding the day before. And by all of them, that included Tweek. The same Tweek that waited the day after to tell them that he couldn't really ride a bike. Token couldn't help but face palm because, well, he probably should have known better. The twitchy spaz on a bike for longer than 2 seconds?

Pretty hard to imagine.

There goes bike-riding... He thought, because he knew Craig was not going to even touch his bike now. If they all planned to go bike-riding together, then they certainly weren't going to leave without one person. That was law. An uncharacteristic caring one, but law none the less.

Clyde was now directing all his exasperated whining [or what insisted was scolding] at Tweek, who twitched and squirmed uncomfortably under Craig's gaze. The one he gave us all when he was extremely annoyed at us.

"...We told you we were going bike-riding today!"

"I-I know! I'm -ngh- sorry! You can just go -gah!- go without me!"

"Yes! Craig-"

"No." That's all that was said, and Clyde's face looks shocked by his immediate rejection.

"No?"

"No. Do you need a dictionary?"

"No..." Clyde hung his head in defeat and retreated to the side of the couch to sulk. Token can't decide whether to comfort Clyde or discuss with Craig. After hearing a rather annoying whine though, he chooses the latter.

"So...What do we do now?"

Tweek flinches, brown eyes looking down at his nearly-empty cup of coffee. Guilt was starting to sink in. Thanks to him, they would have to change their plans on the spot. As if he didn't feel bad enough about being a bad friend...

Craig stares up the ceiling. A person can't really tell if he's thinking or daydreaming or just staring into the deep, white nothingness. For a long while it's silent. The three boys await an answer from their indifferent leader, Clyde going as far as to peek over the sofa, sniffling still.

"...We'll teach him."Clyde let's out an over-exaggerated 'Huh!?' which Craig responds with a pillow to the brunettes face. "We'll teach Tweek how to ride a bike."

They all knew this was not going to be an easy feat, but they didn't exactly think it would be this difficult.

"Gah! No! I wanna get off!"

"Get off on what?" Token stares at him, and Craig flips him off for making such a stupid pun in the first place. "What? I'm only trying to lighten the mood."

Craig ignores him and turns his attention back to Tweek, who was now looking around as if searching for an escape route off Craig's bike. "Tweek," Tweek immediately turns his attention to Craig, "You just got on the bike."

"Yeah! And now I -ngh- wanna g-get off!"

Craig gives him a look that states that he's not amused (though that may just be his normal face). Token stares nervously at them both. He's not really sure how much they can really accomplish from trying this. Tweek shook like a leaf on the bike, and he was grasping the handlebars so tight his knuckles were turning white. The only thing keeping him balanced was Craig, who held the bike so that Tweek wouldn't fall.

What worried Token even more was that it was Craig's bike he was riding. If they somehow managed to get Tweek to ride off, Tweek could most likely fall. And if he fell and got the slightest scratch on that bike, Craig was going to murder him.

Clyde would know.

Token smiled a bit, though the thought of Tweek murder made him anxious, and grabbed onto the bike from the other side. "You don't have to be afraid Tweek," he said, his voice coming out nice a calm despite his worry. "Me and Craig got you. If you want, we'll hold onto the bike until you're comfortable. Okay?"

Clyde, feeling left out, is suddenly behind Tweek saying, "I'll even stay behind you! So now you have support from all sides!"

There's a loud and audible gulp from Tweek. Hesitantly he nods his head. "Good. We're gonna move now, so push the petals." His nod is more furious this time as he positions himself more comfortably.

"Relax," is all Craig has to say before they start moving.

The bike is moved slowly at first. Speed was picked up gradually, sometimes slowed once more when Tweek had lost his footing on the pedals. After a while, Tweek's shaking had lowered significantly. The three boys nod at each other.

They finally reach the end of the block and help Tweek turn the bike around.

"Okay Tweek. That was pretty good. Do you think you can try by yourself?" Token gives the boy a smile for encouragement and gentle pats his back.

It takes a minute for Tweek to finally respond with a twitch and ever so slightly confident, "I-I think so..."

Clyde gives Tweek a rougher pat on the back. "I'm rooting for you Tweek!" Tweek rubs his back and gives Clyde a small smile. Then he turns to Craig as if expecting words of encouragement to come out of his mouth as well.

Craig only stares at Tweek for a moment before simply saying, "Live."

"GAH! W-What!?"

"Bombs away!" Clyde yells. He grabs the back of the bike and pushes.

Surprisingly enough, Tweek remains balanced and is riding off. Even Craig looks a little proud of himself as he watches the blond race away.

It isn't till' after Tweek was a good six houses down that Token realized something.

"Shit! I forgot to tell him about the brakes!"

A/N: There's probably not going to be a lot of authors notes. Just doing this for the first chapter. First of all, this is just gonna be a series of misadventures with Criag's gang. It's just pretty much opposite of what Stan's gang goes through usually.

All I want to say is that, 1, please review. I really appreciate a good review on how I'm writing and suggestions for improvement. And 2, I'm also taking suggestions for misadventures they could have. It could be any age [though most preferably babies through highschool], and, really, it could be about most anything.

And that's it.