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Pre-story Conversation
The scene opened in the Rocket Power fan village, a remote settlement outside Ocean Shores. The town was separated from the home of the RP cast by a great mountain that had giant statues of Otto, Reggie, Sam, and Twister built into the side. Numerous studios were on the outskirts of the village while several buildings took up the rest of the space.
It seemed to be an average day. Various authors and their fan characters walked along the sidewalks, running errands and trying to get to where they had to go. Others entered and exited the different stores and businesses. In the park in the center of town, people and their characters ran around, either playing games with each other, relaxing, or enjoying the fresh air, trying to think up of new ideas.
Nearby buildings had giant screens built into the sides. They displayed different programs: news reports, the latest gossip, who hates who, who likes who, that sort of thing. They also showed different commercials and scenes from different fics and RP related products. Otto pulling off a vast array of tricks was shown in one monitor while Lars taunting the kids was seen in another. And some displayed Twister and Reggie looking at each other longingly.
On one screen in particular, the two lovebirds in question were coming in for a slow, sweet kiss with a sunset as the background. Before they can lock lips, the screen, as well as all others in the village, switched to an anchorperson who was sitting behind a desk.
"We're sorry for the interruption, but we have a breaking news story. We take you live to the Temple where the bronze member of the Big Three, Prince Izzy, has an important announcement to make."
The monitors then switched to the top of the mountain separating the village from the rest of the world. At the peak was a grand building that resembled the temples of Ancient Greece. It was at least three stories tall and as wide as a city block. It was made entirely from marble and concrete. The camera focused on the double doors in front. They were at least twenty feet tall. They were made from gold and jewels. The Rocket Power emblem was in the center of the doors. Of course, it was golden too. A stage was set up in front of the doors. A podium was in the middle of it. Several news crews were standing in front of the stage, ready to take pictures.
Soon, a flourish of trumpets was heard as the golden doors creaked open. The cameras started flashing and clicking as I walked along the red carpet leading out of the temple and up to the stage. I was wearing a black shirt, a pair of blue shorts, dirty sneakers, and a black cape. A gold crown weighed down my dark hair as I continued on. I was being followed by my fan characters, Izzy and Iggy, also known as the Lopez Brothers.
As I reached the podium, the two siblings stood waiting at the back of the stage. Waiting for the cameras to stop flashing, I cleared my throat, preparing to speak.
"My fellow Rocket Power fans," I started, talking into the mic. "I have an important announcement to make. I will no longer write slash fics."
Izzy, Iggy, and the camera crew, as well as everybody in town gasped in shock at that. I allowed my words to hang in the air for a few moments before continuing.
"Yes, you heard right. I'll never pair up two guys ever again. Instead, I will concentrate on a totally different pairing."
Everybody gave a hushed breath as the cameras did a close-up on my face.
"Twister/Reggie."
Everyone, especially the Lopez Brothers, did a double take at this. The camera crews, authors, and fan characters muttered comments at this turn of events.
"He's actually gonna write for something he said he hates? I don't buy it." One person said.
"Wow! He's gonna stop writing slash fics? Cool!" Another cheered.
"It's about time if ya ask me! Those fics made me sick to my stomach!" A third remarked.
"He must be lying!" A fourth mentioned.
The chatter continued for quite some time before I held my hand up, silencing the news crews, as well as seemingly the whole village. The echoes of the townspeople's comments were no longer heard from the top of the mountain.
"I now know that many people will never write slash fics, let alone appreciate the ones I've written. Also, I'll never get as many reviews as those who have written Reggie/Twister fics, so I give up. Let it be known that on April first, 2005, I, Prince Izzy, shall never write another slash fic for as long as I live. In fact, I shall delete all of my slash fics so that the fandom will no longer be tainted by them. I want to join the winning side and actually gain respect (and hopefully more reviews) from you, the fans."
"This is a nightmare come true!" Iggy moaned, holding his head in agony.
"This is a dream come true!" Izzy cheered with a massive grin on his face.
"I shall begin my reform with this fic. I'll pair up the two lovebirds in the most spectacular romance fic I've ever written!" I could already hear cheers echoing from down below as I paused. "This fic will also feature the pairing of Otto/Clio. In it, Otto and Twister receive letters from their secret admirers on a faithful April day. Meanwhile, Izzy tries (keyword: tries) to bully Sam. Will love blossom? Will everyone's favorite blond survive? Read to find out!"
I turned to walk away before remembering something.
"Oh by the way, I wanted to thank mike2000 for giving me this idea. I couldn't have done this without ya, man!" I gave the camera a thumbs-up. "One last thing, I would like to apologize for any and all discomfort I may have caused you all when I wrote those slash fics. Thank you."
I bowed at the camera before returning to the temple with a crestfallen Iggy and a joyous Izzy. All of the monitors in the village faded to black as the fic started playing.
(A/N: If you're confused about this whole fan village business, read the pre and post chapter conversations of chapters 11, 13, 14, and 15 of Rocket Heroes.)
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Día de los Inocentes
Chapter One
Of Memories and Explosions
We open this tale at the cul-de-sac where everybody's favorite group of skaters calls home. It was a warm spring evening. It was also very clear. You could see the moon and the stars sparkle in the sky like diamonds of the highest quality. The crickets and owls sang their songs, creating a soothing lullaby of peace. Considering what time it was, everybody was asleep.
Ahhhhhh… What a beautiful night…FOR EVIL!.!.!
"PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!" A laugh of great mischief was heard.
It seemed that one person was still awake.
Lightning struck as the camera panned towards the Rodriguez household, where that heinous chortle came from. There was only one light on. The lit room was a bedroom by the looks of it.
The bed was messily made. The walls were decorated with posters of different music and sports stars. The door had a dartboard on it. Stuck to it was a picture of a certain redheaded skater in sunglasses. Stuck to the picture were several darts. Slingshots, stink bombs, spitball launchers, itching powder, fake vomit, and other manners of prank supplies littered the floor.
A figure dressed in a purple shirt sat hunched over a desk. A reading lamp, the only source of light, provided illumination for the being of darkness. A calendar hanging near the desk displayed the current date.
Thursday, March 31st
"PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!" The one in the gray hat cackled again as lightning struck outside his window.
Thunder rumbled as the writing implement clasped in his right hand moved with great speed. It was just a blur as its owner made it dance a mumbo of mischief and debauchery. A sort of crazed and cunning dance that only one as evil and dark as him can choreograph. The utensil paused as it owner grabbed a new sheet of paper. He snickered evilly as the instrument once again danced along the paper. Its malicious movements soon came to an end as it was placed on the desk.
Lightning struck for the third time as the writer held two pieces of paper up to the lamp and inspected his work. He gave a dark and twisted sneer as he threw his head back and laughed yet again.
"Oh man! This'll be the greatest prank in the history of Ocean Shores! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!"
"LARS! KEEP IT DOWN!.!.!" An older male's voice roared, causing the brunet to put on a look of fear. He shook his head as he put on his mischievous glower.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh…" He snickered to himself. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces tomorrow! This'll be perfect!"
Thunder exploded in the skies above as the master of evil slipped the two sheets of paper into two different envelopes. He sealed them with the utmost care and scribbled two names on them. He sniggered as he stuffed the two vessels of evil into his book bag of even more evil. He then put in more instruments of torture and despair. After all, tomorrow is his favorite holiday. He must be prepared!
"Nobody will forget tomorrow! It'll be in the history books forever!" The dark brunet gave a final, malevolent laugh before climbing into bed. "I can't wait to prank those dorks!"
Lightning struck and thunder clashed as the page in the calendar fell, revealing the date that everyone in Ocean Shores feared. That day of darkness, despair, evil, and lots and lots of pranks. The one day that Lars Rodriguez, the king of mischief, adored above all others.
Friday, April 1st
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It was a beautiful Friday morning in Ocean Shores, California! The sun was shining brightly, making the ocean sparkle like sapphires. Everybody was getting ready to start their day. It seemed like a normal, average—
"NO!.!.! DON'T MAKE ME GO!.!.!"
…So much for normal…
"Come on, Sammy! You gotta go!"
"NO!.!.! NOT TODAY! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!.!.!"
The voices belonged to none other than Reggie Rocket and Sam Dullard. The purple haired girl was seventeen years old. She was about five and a half feet tall. She had a gorgeous tan that was complemented not only by her hair, which has grown down past her shoulders in recent years, but by the red-violet shirt and camouflage pants she was wearing. She was also wearing a pair of red shoes on her feet and a pair of red rimmed sunglasses on her head. She was a junior.
She was currently dragging her best friend, who was scrambling to get away, by his feet. The bespectacled sixteen year-old was five feet tall. He had an average tan and a slim build, no doubt from his many years of skating, surfing, snowboarding, etc, etc. The boy's sandy hair has grown from the buzz cut he used to have to a small bush. He was wearing an orange shirt that looked too big for him. You were barely able to see his jeans. Finally, he was wearing a pair of blue sneakers. Like Reggie, he was a junior, despite his age.
"Man, Squid, what's the matter with ya?"
"Yeah! Since when were you afraid of going to school?"
The owner of the first voice was Otto Rocket. Like Sam and the owner of the other voice, he was sixteen. He was a few inches taller than Sam. He had a reddish, cinnamon-like tan. His auburn dreadlocks have grown too big for his green headband and now reside on the sides of his head. He wore a pair of green tinted sunglasses. He wore a yellow shirt, burgundy shorts, and basketball sneakers. He was a sophomore.
The final voice that requires an introduction belonged to Twister Rodriguez. He was just a couple of inches shorter than Reggie. He was wearing a brown and yellow stripped kangol over his orange hair. A small bit of it stuck out from under it the center in the form of a cowlick. Of course, in recent years, his hair has grown down the sides of his head. He had a tan that was somewhere between Otto and Sam's in terms of darkness. He was wearing a blue tank top over a light blue t-shirt and baggy green shorts, as well as a pair of white trainers. Like his best friend, he was a sophomore.
The group of four friends was currently on their way to school, but it seemed that one of them didn't want to go (at least more so than the other members).
"Come on, Squid! As much as I hate going, we have to go." Otto said, walking forward again.
"But I can't go!" Sam wailed, having been pulled from a mailbox. "Don't you know what today is!.?"
"Uhhh… Friday?" Twister asked. The others sweatdropped.
"Yes…" Sam rolled his eyes. "But what about the date?"
"Date? Who's going on a date?"
Otto and Reggie fell over.
"Today's April first, Twist." Reggie clarified as she, Otto, and Sam stood up.
"So?" The redhead asked confusedly. The others slapped their foreheads.
"It's April Fools Day!.!.!" They roared.
"Ohhhhhhh…" Twister nodded. "So that's why Lars was laughing all last night…"
"Oh great…" Otto groaned, turning to Sam. "Now I see why you're so bent outta shape, Squid."
"It's not Lars I'm worried about!" The blond shouted, quivering. "It's…" His eyes shifted suspiciously. "him…"
Lightning struck above our heroes' heads. It was ignored though as the others raised their eyebrows at Sam.
"Uhhh…him?" Reggie asked.
Sam nodded. "Him."
Lightning struck again.
"Him?" Otto asked weirdly.
"Him." Growled the blond.
Thunder clashed as lightning struck yet again.
"…Wait, who are we talking about again?" Twister asked.
Sam fell over.
"He has plagued me since I started high school." He started, standing up again. "Every April Fools Day for the last two years has been horrible because of him."
Thunder rumbled as he began his flashback.
It was two years ago. A happy and carefree freshman named Sam Dullard was walking towards the hallowed place of learning with his best friend Reggie Rocket, also a freshman. They were chatting jokily about a hockey game they and their friends, Otto and Twister had against Lars and the Lasers. It seemed like a lovely spring morning.
Oh how wrong they were.
As soon as the blond reached the foot of the stairs, the ground caved in under him, causing him to fall a good twenty feet into the earth.
"HA HA HA!.!.!" An evil voice sneered. "APRIL FOOLS!.!.!"
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Later that day, Sam, covered in soot, was limping through the halls of Ocean Shores High when a dark and sinister presence crossed his path. The figure extended his hand towards his fellow freshman.
"Oh hey there. I just wanted to apologize for this morning. I didn't intend for ya to get hurt."
Sam gave the figure a wary look. He knew to beware of the malicious one in front of him. …But the sincere look on the boy's face told him that he should trust his words. Cautiously, he extended his own hand and shook the other's.
°BZZZZZZZZZTPT!.!.!°
"April fools, sucka!" The evil one roared with laughter as the blond got shocked by his hand buzzer.
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"And let's not forget last year."
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It was one year ago on the same date. Sophomores Sam and Reggie, along with Otto and Twister, who were freshmen, were standing in front of the school. Remembering his mishap from last year, the blond ran at the stairs and jumped. He cleared the foot of the stairs and landed on a couple of steps. It was bit shaky, but he managed to stay on his feet.
He sighed with relief as his friends, looking at him strangely, joined him. The blond smiled, knowing that nothing was going to go wrong today!
Needless to say, he was wrong.
As soon as he stepped inside, the doors slammed shut, separating him from his friends. The clicking he heard seconds after confirmed that he was locked inside. He could hear the banging and pleas of his friends, but there was nothing they could do. Fearful, Sam looked around, but the hallway was empty. He slowly walked forward in a faint attempt to search for help.
°SPLAT!°
"Augh!" He blurted. He had just gotten hit on the right side of his face with a pie. Sam brought a finger and slid it through the blue filling. He then brought it to his lips and tasted.
"Hmmmm… Blueberry." He said, licking his lips.
°SPLAT!°
Now the left side of his face was hit. He applied his finger to the yellow filling and took a taste.
"Lemon meringue. Delicious!"
He continued tasting for a few moments before his eyes widened in pure fear. A custard pie was heading in his direction! He turned to his left to run, but he noticed an apple pie was heading his way! He turned again and started in the opposite direction, but skidded to a stop when he saw a chicken pot pie flying towards him!
He looked around for any way to run, but soon saw there was no way out! He kept looking around for a few seconds before stopping and facing the camera.
"Why?" He whimpered.
°SUPER SPLAT TIMES THREE!.!.!°
"April fools, ya sap!.!.!" A familiar evil shouted, laughing teasingly. He then pressed a button on the remote he was carrying, granting entrance into the school again.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!" All the students roared with laughter upon seeing a mound of different frostings and fillings wearing glasses. There was even a cherry on top.
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"I still have the burns from that chicken pot pie." Sam groaned, finishing his recollection.
"Come on, Sam. Things'll be different this year." Reggie offered, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah Squid!" Otto added. "The principal busted on that kook last year, remember?"
"And they're making sure nobody's pranks go too far."
"I guess…" Sam sighed, walking again. The others followed.
"I still don't know who we're talking about…" Twister said, scratching his head.
"Ugh!" Everybody else groaned.
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Later, the quartet was standing in front of the six hour prison known as Ocean Shores High. Already it seemed like pranks were in motion. Tons of people were covered with shaving cream, chocolate, and other such substances.
"Heh, just like that time at Mad Town, remember?" Reggie commented, slapping a hand on Sam and Otto's shoulders. The boys in question glowered at her before moving forward.
"Hmmm… I guess there's nothing to worry about then." The blond said, walking up the stairs.
"See? I told you everything would be fine."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Reg."
"Come on." Twister said. "Let's get moving already."
As the group of friends moved towards the building, lightning stuck (sensing a common element yet? P), for evil was brewing on the other side of the door they were heading towards.
"GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.! This is without a doubt my best idea yet!" A dark voice gloated. "There's no way Blondie will survive this one! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!"
The owner of the voice was none other than Izzy Lopez, Sam's self-proclaimed rival. Like Reggie, he was seventeen and a junior. He was close to six feet tall and had a dark tan. He was wearing a purple short-sleeved shirt over a pair of black jean shorts. He also sported a red vest. He was wearing a blue bucket hat over his short cut black hair and a pair of red and white running shoes. He crossed his arms as he watched another boy put the finishing touches on his latest contraption.
"Bro, are you sure we can do this? I mean, didn't the principal say not to do anything huge?"
The one working was Izzy's little brother, Iggy Lopez. He was fifteen and a freshman. He was a few inches shy of five feet tall. Unlike his brother, he had a light tan. Like Izzy, however, he had black hair. The difference was that his hair was all over the place. It barely stayed under his purple plumber's cap, which had a purple I in the middle of a white circle. He was wearing a red shirt, khaki shorts, and sneakers that had the same pattern as his brother's shoes.
Currently, the younger brunet was working on what seemed to be a small catapult. It was made out of wood. The mechanism that was to be used to launch had a large bucket (read, garbage can). The piece of wood the can was tied to was bent backwards and held in place by a rope. Large metal wheels were placed on each corner of the device. The catapult was set up about twenty or so feet to the right of the main entrance.
"Pfft! Like I care about what that tub of lard says!" Izzy scoffed. He then nodded. "Alright. It looks like we got everything set up. Go get the…big surprise. GWAHAHAHAHA!.!.!"
"Ok, big bro!" Iggy said cheerfully as he stood.
He ran around the nearby corner. He returned a few moments later, dragging a bag full of what seemed to be firecrackers of different shapes and sizes. There were mainly your average, everyday candle-sized ones, but also more destructive ones like cherry bombs. The elder brother gave a malicious chortle as he watched his brother struggle with the explosives.
"Heh, that blond twit will certainly get a blast outta this." He snickered at the pun.
"Oh please…" Iggy muttered, sweatdropping. Izzy, never missing a beat, glowered at him.
"Just for that, you get to load the catapult."
"Oh like you were gonna do it?"
"Oh don't worry." Izzy smirked. "I got my load of the work right here."
His smirk became even more sinister than usual when he reached into his vest and pulled out a round black object. It had what appeared to be two feet (both of which were wearing a pair of Reebok sneakers), a pair of white eyes painted into it, a key like those you'd find on wind up toys, and a fuse on top. Iggy gasped when he realized what it was.
"Is that a…" He gulped frightfully. "BOB-OMB!.?.!"
Izzy gave a laugh that would clearly register an eleven on the evil villain scale.
"That's right. Got it imported from Japan." He answered, tossing it up and down. "You like?"
"Like!.?.! That's going way too far! Don't you know that—" The shorter one sighed lovingly. "—Reggie…always walks in with him, not to mention those other two guys!.?"
The taller brother caught the explosive in mid-air.
"Duh! Of course I know that! First of all, they have no business hanging around with him on April Fools Day! They could get hurt. And second…" He gave an irritated sigh. "You are aware that you have no chance with her, right? I mean, she's way outta your league, not to mention that she's older than you. You'd have better luck beating me in Super Smash Brothers Melee than you do getting a date with her!"
Iggy gave him a nasty glare as he started loading the firecrackers into the garbage can.
"Hmph! Well why don't you try to get with her!.?" He retorted.
"Pfft! Like I'd have a chance with her! You know her type; strong-willed, able-bodied, good-looking, hot; doesn't give real men like me a second glance. Instead, she'd rather fawn over guys like the football team's quarterback, Trent."
Izzy shuddered as he watched the New Zealander in question walk by with a bunch of girls squealing after him. He turned back to Iggy.
"If there's one thing I hate more than Blondie, it's guys that can get any girl they want with just a flick of their long, luxurious hair. Hmph!" He crossed his arms. "What a load of bull."
"Whatever…" Iggy sighed, stuffing the last of the firecrackers into the can. "Hey, have you ever noticed that Reggie always seems to look at—"
"Yeah right!" The elder Lopez interrupted, walking up to the catapult. "You think she likes him?.! Of all the people to fall in love with, she picks him? He's a complete idiot!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know he's dumb. It's a miracle he even made it this far." The smaller boy humored, rolling his eyes. "But ya gotta admit, they look kinda cute together." He wiped his hands on his pants. He then grinned. "Wouldn't it be something if they got married someday, bro!.?.!"
Izzy gagged. "Please! I'll believe that when I see it! In any case…" He grinned, bringing the bob-omb into view again. "Let's get this show on the road. Here's the plan: You light the firecrackers. The extra long fuses I bought should give us enough time to wait for Blondie. Once that's taken care of, I'll wind up the bob-omb and put it right on top of the secondary launcher."
He gestured to a second, miniature catapult that was set up next to the garbage can.
"Then, I'll keep lookout. As soon as I see Blondie walk inside, I'll give the signal and you launch the firecrackers. If everything goes well, the bob-omb should be launched a few seconds later. While he's dancing around, trying to avoid the smaller explosions, he'll get hit by the coup-de-grace and be sent flying sky high! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!.!.!.!"
"But Reggie won't get hurt, right?" Iggy asked. "I don't want my darling Reggie-Poo to get blown up." He sighed, clasping his hands together.
Izzy sweatdropped. "Don't worry. She won't be harmed at all." He humored, sighing. He put on an evil look as he clenched a fist. "Now get ready!"
"Right!" The younger brother saluted.
Meanwhile, across the hall, another sinister force was lying in wait.
"Pahahahahahaha!.!.! This'll be perfect!" Lars Rodriguez, Twister's older brother, laughed as he watched his minions work. "They won't know what hit 'em! Ahahahahahahahaha!.!.!"
Lars and the Lasers were eighteen. All of them, with the exception of Animal, were seniors. The fourth member of the group was merely a freshman. Pi and Animal were putting the finishing touches on a catapult similar in design to the one the Lopez Brothers were preparing to use.
"Man, where's Sputz with that ammo!.?" Lars grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Hey, what's with the catapult?" Pi asked, wiping sweat from his brow. "What about that other—MMPH!.?.!"
"Keep your trap shut, ya dork!" The leader shouted, removing his hand from his subordinate's mouth. "Nobody's supposed to know what I'm planning! You're lucky I decided to let you lame-os into it! Anyway, this is supposed to be a diversion. After this prank, those little twerps will think that I won't have any more tricks up my sleeve so they won't suspect anything. Got it!.?"
"G-got it…" The rounder boy nodded, nervously.
Lars tapped his foot impatiently. "Where the hell is—"
He was cut off by a string of nonsensical blabbering, followed by a voice that said, "Here." Lars turned and faced the final member of his gang, Sputz. The redhead was dragging a garbage can full of what looked like balloons. They weren't ordinary balloons, however…
"Sputz! It's about time!" The brunet said. He then pointed to the catapult. "Load 'em! And hurry up! Rocket Dork will be here any minute!"
Pi and Sputz grabbed the can and grunted as they struggled to hook it up to the main launching mechanism. As the king of darkness watched them toil, Animal walked up to him.
"Hey, what is the plan, anyway?" He asked dully. Lars rolled his eyes as he turned to the freshman.
"Alright, for the last time, here's the plan. Pi and Sputz are loading water balloons into the catapult. When they're done, I'll add my special treat."
He snickered as he pulled out a circular, yellow object that had a fuse on top. It had a cute and cuddly face painted on the side. The most noticeable feature of the object was the ears that were placed on either side of the fuse, as well as the red cheeks painted on the face. Animal gave the explosive a quizzical look.
"This is a bombpikachu." Lars answered his unasked question. "When the fuse is burned up, it'll shock the victim with electricity before blowing up a few seconds later! PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!"
(A/N: For those who've never played The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Lars' bomb is a play on words involving the bombchu weapon, which is a bomb that's shaped like a mouse.)
"I'll put the bomb on the second catapult. When I give you, Pi, and Sputz the signal, you'll launch the water balloons at Rocket Dork and my dorky brother. They'll get hit by the balloons. A few seconds after that, the bombpikachu will be fired. When it lands, it'll give those little twerps the shock of a lifetime before blowing them both sky high! This'll be my, Pi, and Sputz's last April Fools Day in this school. We gotta go out with a bang! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!"
The quartet gave a long and loud laugh before getting back to work. After several minutes of working and snickering, the catapult was all set to be fired. After checking it to make sure that his goons didn't mess anything up, Lars lit the bombpikachu and loaded it onto the second catapult.
"Now all we gotta do is wait for the pigeons to arrive." The brunet said, rubbing his hands evilly. He turned to his gang. "You three wait over there. I'll tell ya when to fire."
"Got it." They chorused as their leader walked around to the side of the weapon. He gave a curious look when he saw Izzy standing watch by his catapult. The brunet in the blue hat also gave the one in the gray hat a strange look.
'Hmmm… Must be trying to prank him.' They both thought. Lars was referring to Sam in his thoughts while Izzy was thinking of Otto in his own.
Just then, the doors opened and Otto, Twister, Sam, and Reggie walked right into the line of fire!
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!" Izzy laughed malevolently. The quartet turned towards him and gasped upon seeing the catapult. The brunet pointed at Sam. "FIRE!.!.!"
"Roger!" Iggy cheered, pulling the rope he was holding. The catapult launched, firing the lit firecrackers.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!.!.!.!.!.!" The group screamed, running in the opposite direction. They skidded to a stop when they noticed Lars' contraption.
"PAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.! PULL!.!.!" He ordered, pointing at Otto. The Lasers grunted as they pulled the rope until the catapult launched the water balloons at them.
"TURN AROUND!.!.!" Otto shouted.
The quartet turned around and ran the other way. They immediately stopped when they noticed the firecrackers coming closer and closer.
"BACK THE OTHER WAY!.!.!" Reggie commanded.
They ran in the other direction when they noticed the water balloons closing in!
"Quick! The door!" Twister said, turning towards the main entrance.
"Oh no ya don't!" Izzy yelled, grabbing a remote control out of his pocket. He pressed a button on it, slamming the doors shut. "GWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.! You're trapped now!"
"Oh no!.!.!" Sam shrieked as Twister rejoined them. All four of them looked around frantically. In mere seconds they were going to be hit by the sets of projectiles.
"Whadda we do!.? We're gonna get soaked AND blown up!.!.!" Twister added frightfully.
"I know what to do!" Otto shouted, nodding at Reggie, who nodded back.
"DUCK!.!.!" They both roared, pushing their friends down onto the floor. Otto dived with Sam while Reggie brought Twister down.
The water balloons and firecrackers passed each other over the Rocket crew's heads, MUCH to the surprise of Izzy and Lars.
"WHAT—" Lars started, looking at the explosives in fright.
"THE—" Izzy supplied, looking at the balloons in terror.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!.!.!.!.!.!" Both Iggy and the rest of the Lasers screamed, noticing the approaching plight.
Soon they were hit.
The Lopez Brothers hopped around trying to avoid the balloons, but to no avail. They managed to dodge most of them, but ultimately…
°SUPER SPLASH!°
"UGH!.!.!" Both siblings groaned disgustedly, dripping water all over them.
The Lasers were in similar trouble. They too danced to evade the firecrackers, but eventually…
°SUPER BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!.!.!°
"Ugh…" The quartet moaned, coughing up smoke. They were blackened from head to toe.
Right at that moment, the bombpikachu was fired, as well as the bob-omb. They sailed right over the Rocket crew.
"…Is it safe?" Sam asked, looking up.
"Yeah, Sammy." Reggie sighed as she stood up. "It's safe."
"But not for them!" Twister said, looking at the Lasers.
"Neither for them! Look!" Otto called, pointing at the Lopez Brothers. Both Sam and Reggie turned to the groups in question.
"Big bro! I'm all wet!.!.! WAAAAAAHHHHH!.!.!" Iggy cried, throwing his head back. Two waterfalls of tears fell out of his eyes.
Izzy, however, was growling angrily as he clenched both fists in front of him.
"My beautiful plan, ruined…" He snarled. He then pointed at Sam. "Blondie! When I get my hands on you, you won't live long enough to…!" He trailed off as he noticed the yellow object spinning towards him. "Huh?"
He blinked as the bombpikachu landed in his hands.
"Rocket Dork!.!.!" Lars roared, getting his bearings back. "When I catch you and Twister, a whomping will be the least of your…!" He stopped when he noticed the bob-omb. "Wha?"
He blinked as it landed in his hands.
Both boys' eyes widened when they saw the lit fuses. THEY WERE GOING TO EXPLODE!.!.!
"OH CRAP!.!.!" They both screamed, holding the bombs at arm's length from each other. Iggy and the rest of the Lasers covered their heads in fear. Otto and the others covered their ears.
Soon, the fuses burned up. Nothing happened however. After a few tense seconds, Lars and Izzy opened their eyes and inspected the bombs. They sighed with relief.
"Oh thank God… A dud…" They said with shaky chuckles.
"Hey Iggy, chill." Izzy said to his brother. "It was just a dud!" The younger brunet looked up.
"A dud?" His brother nodded. "Whew. For a second there, I thought it was gonna blow up."
"Heh that just shows ya how lucky we are!"
Both brothers gave a relieved laugh at that. Had they not have been laughing, they would've noticed the bomb's cheeks sparking with electricity.
°BZZZZZZZZZTPT!.!.!°
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!.!.!.!.!.!" They both screamed as they were shocked by the bomb's voltage. Because they were wet from the water balloons, their shocks were greater than they would've been had the brothers been dry.
"Oooooohhhh… That had to hurt." Sam said, observing the light display. Everybody else looked at him weirdly.
"Are you saying you feel sorry for them?" Otto asked.
"Nope." He said, holding his nose high. The others sweatdropped.
"Hey, I wonder how Lars is doing…" Reggie said thoughtfully.
"Eh, he's fine by the looks of it." Twister answered, looking at his brother.
"Get up ya bunch of lame-os!" The brunet in the grey hat ordered, kicking his cronies. "We gotta get outta here before the principal shows up!"
"Ugh…" The other Lasers groaned.
"Oy…" Lars slapped his head. He then held up the bob-omb. "Well, at least this thing didn't blow up on us."
By now, the electricity stopped flowing. Both brothers were as black as the Lasers. Their bodies were also crackling with leftover voltage. Iggy had a dizzy look on his as he stumbled around his sibling, who looked a lot worse, having been holding the bombpikachu. He was staring at the ceiling as his body trembled with temporary paralysis.
"Heh, heh, heh… Every time I deal with him, it's an electrifying experience…" He chuckled shakily.
"Whew…" Iggy sighed, shaking his head. "Well, at least Reggie didn't get hurt."
"Ugh… Yeah… But I couldn't get Blondie!" Izzy wailed, crying the same way his brother was moments ago.
"There, there." The shorter brunet said, patting his shoulder.
And that was when he said those dreaded words.
"At least nothing bad can happen now."
Needless to say, something bad did happen.
It was at that moment that both the bob-omb and bombpikachu glowed brightly. Both parties cried animé tears as they knew what was coming. Tearfully, both boys holding the bombs looked at the camera.
"Why?" They whimpered.
°DOUBLE KA-BOOOOOOOOOM!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!°
Instantly, both groups crashed through the roof of the building. Lars and Izzy, covered from head to toe in soot, clenched both fists and grinded their teeth in pure annoyance. The other four boys, also blacker than before, had swirls and Xs for eyes as they flew skywards.
"I am now reminded why I hate Pikachu!" The brunet in the blue hat roared.
"Ugh! When I get back down there, Rocket Dork is gonna get it!" The one in the gray hat declared.
Soon both teams came together in the sky.
"When I get back to that school, Blondie's gonna wish he was never born!" Izzy shook his fists madly.
"Hey!" Lars said, grabbing him by the collar. "It's your fault I couldn't get those little brats!"
"My fault!.?" The junior demanded, fighting out of Lars' grip. "It's your fault I couldn't blast that blond nitwit!"
"Oh yeah!.?" The older brunet challenged, glaring at him.
"Yeah!.?" The younger one retorted, shaking a fist.
"When we get back down, you're toast ya dork!"
"You and what army?.!" Izzy challenged.
"This army!" Lars replied, holding up both fists.
The others blinked and sighed, watching their leaders go at it.
"You guys wanna get some breakfast when we get down?" Iggy asked.
"Sure!" The Lasers answered.
"Well, until then…" The younger Lopez Brother started.
"WE'RE BLASTING OFF AGAIN!.!.!" All six of their voices echoed as they disappeared into the sky.
"Hey! I hate that joke!" Izzy shouted as they all became a star.