So, cause the first story was fun and people seemed to like it...here is a second adventure! Wonder what is going to happen next? Going to have to read to find out lol. I hope you enjoy!


The crowd was cheering, all eyes on the Ninja, who had just once again saved the day from a large robotic bird. It was a Monday afternoon in Norrisville. Things had been going pretty well, until after school the robot had shown up and kidnapped a bus full of students. When it had, it was time for the ninja to make an appearance. The two fought, of course the ninja coming out on top.

"Please, please...just another day for the ninja" Randy waved a bit to the cheering crowd, "ah smokebomb!"

The crowd began to disperse, Howard Weinerman rolled his eyes as his friend and the ninja Randy Cunningham returned from behind a tree without the suit on. No one gave them a second glance as they passed.

"Great" Howard said, "you saved the day, now can we go?!"

Randy turned, walking down the street, "relax, it is not like they could have sold out of the new Grave Puncher Zombie Massacre game already."

A truck chose just then to drive past, saying exactly that. Howard glared, crossing his arms. Randy gave a nervous laugh.

"Wow...ok, apparently they can" Randy said, "but look at it this way, I totally saved the day.."

"More like shoobed it" Howard said, "now we have to wait a whole month till it comes out officially."

"A month is not that bad" Randy shrugged.

"A month is totally bad!" Howard jabbed a finger at him, "in a month, everyone will have already beaten it and it will be old news!"

"They only had twenty advanced copies" Randy tried to reason with him.

"And once one finishes, most likely they'll let their friends play" Howard argued, "which is what we were planning to do when we got ours!"

He turned, walking away.

"Hey" Randy followed, "technically it would have been mine, since you have like...no money."

Howard glared.

"But since we're biffers, of course I would have let you play" Randy smiled.

Howard sighed, "maybe I can get my dad to try to look into it at work."

"That's...sort of the spirit.." Randy said.

"Why is it though, that every time we have fun, the Nomicon has to-"

A red glow interrupted Howard, who glared.

"Do that!"

Randy slipped the book out of his bag, "I already saved the day, what could it want now?"

Howard grabbed the book, "probably to shoob things up again."

He held the book up to the light, glaring at it. Randy reached up, taking it back from him.

"It is an eight hundred year old book of ninja wisdom" he said, putting it away for now.

"And yet it can't do anything but lay there without someone" Howard raised an eyebrow, "more like a glorified doorstop."

The book glowed again.

"Look, I will meet you later, I have to get home before my parents have a cow" Randy sighed, "my grades are totally an issue right now, so I'm on homework lockdown."

"What happens if you have to go ninja?" Howard asked.

"I...have no idea" Randy sighed, "things have been tight lately, it's not like I can just pop out another one of me...so for now, I'm crazy busy."

With that he turned down another street, leaving Howard there.


"Ahhh! Curse you ninja!" Hannibal McFist threw a coffee mug at the screen of the monitor.

Willem Viceroy who had been standing nearby flinched a bit as sparks and glass exploded. He sighed and snapped, a robot coming in to clean up the mess.

"Honestly...do you ever not destroy the monitor when a plan goes south?" he asked.

"Nnn...not now Viceroy..." McFist moved his large metal hand with the brain in it over his face, "I have to talk to the Sorcerer."

"Ah, better you than me" Viceroy said, not wanting to deal with that.

McFist glared at him, "this is all your fault!"

Viceroy crossed his arms, "my fault? Why is it always my fault?"

"Why can't you build me something that actually works!?" McFist yelled.

Viceroy sighed, "I am plenty capable of that, and we did get really close with..."

McFist shot him an icy look, "don't even say it."

"All I'm saying is now that you banned me from working on robots like that, which I'm not totally opposed to" he said, "you kind of get what you get."

"Ugh" McFist slammed his head onto the desk, "what am I going to tell the Sorcerer?'

"Tell him...it was a trial run for something bigger?" Viceroy suggested.

McFist turned his head on the desk to look at him.

"Something bigger like what?" he asked, pouting a bit.

"I don't know" Viceroy sighed.

"But you're supposed to be the evil genius" McFist stood from his seat.

"Well then lie till we can come up with something" Viceroy said, following him over to the door.

"Lie to the Sorcerer?" McFist rubbed his chin.

"Not like you haven't done it before" Viceroy said under his breath.

"What was that?" McFist glared.

"Oh nothing, I have work to do" Viceroy slipped passed him, "so if you'll excuse me."

He walked away down the hall to the elevator. As soon as he was safe inside, he pulled out his phone. Looking at the screen, he sighed a bit to himself. He had been staying in touch with Terri without McFist knowing for weeks now, since the other left. It had been nearly two months since the incident, and Terri was still a banned subject within the building. He had to even keep up the sharade of why Terri was gone going on the down low. He knew Terri was having contact with a few friends as well from school, even though he had warned him it was dangerous. He thought of asking them, thinking of who they were. There were three that were at the top of the list, which he knew for sure that Terri had spoken to. Debbie Kang, Howard Weinerman and Randy Cunningham. As far as he knew, none of them knew about Terri, so as long as none of them made a big scene about talking to him, McFist would not find out. The other had started off hunting ruthlessly for the teen android as well.

After a few weeks though, he had fully moved on to other things. Still, there was no telling what he would do if he ever learned of Terri's location. Or what he would do to him, if he knew he had been speaking to him all this time without telling him. He sighed, he couldn't help it. Terri was his son, android or not, and he could not let the other destroy him...not after everything. He had not been able to see him though, only communicating in messages. Which is why, he was concerned when his phone showed nothing. He had not heard anything since last Thursday. Three days with no messages was unlike Terri, even if he was on the run. He was a smart boy, he would have found a way to at least let him know that he was alright. He sighed, the elevator dinging to let him out. He stepped out and along the hall to his lab. He had to find out if something had happened...but what if it had? What could he do? How would he even find out? He tossed his phone on the table in the lab, where blueprints were scattered about. This was going to be difficult.


Walking up the steps to his home, Randy tossed his bag on the couch.

"I'm home" he called, no answer coming.

He sighed, walking into the kitchen, where a note waited.

"Had to run to the store, your father's feeling creative with dinner" Randy smiled, "house to myself!"

As he cheered, he tossed the note up into the air. It floated back down, to where it landed on his face.

"P.S...do your homework" he glared at the paper, "ugh.."

He pulled it off, crumpling it up. Tossing it in the trash, he noticed the back door ajar.

"That...is not supposed to be like that" he walked over, glancing out.

No one was in the backyard, it was clear and normal like always. He raised an eyebrow, closing the door. He turned to head back into the livingroom, when he slipped and fell.

"Ow...thank cheese no one was here to see that" Randy sighed, rubbing his head.

He looked down to see what he had slipped on, something red on the floor.

"What the juice?!" he pulled back, looking at it closer, "is that blood?!"

He felt a bit sick, he had seriously just slipped in that. He noticed another bit a few inches from the first. Then another. Then another. A trail led up to the back stairs, Randy's eyes moving up them. Oh man...this was way creepy. It was like something out of a horror movie. Teen gets left home alone. Teen finds blood. Teen foolishly follows blood...He really did not want to think about what came next. He thought of calling Howard or the police, before he stopped.

"Wait...I'm the ninja" he rolled his eyes, "I fight bad guys on a daily basis, a little scary blood isn't going to stop me."

He went back into the living room, grabbing his mask from his bag. Slipping it on, the familiar suit wrapped its way around him. With that, he moved swiftly and quietly up the stairs. He found where the trail of blood was, looking to where it led and froze.

"My room...seriously?!" he whispered before sighing, "whoever this is is going down."

He slipped his sword from his suit, moving to the door. A shadow was inside, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword, as the other moved out to the doorknob. He took a breath, before pushing the door open swiftly. He moved inside, raising his blade to strike.

"Take this you evil-" he froze, eyes widening, "Terri?..."