Carlos was bored of Ms. Frizzle's lecture of buses and field trips. After hundreds of episodes of The Magic School Bus, Carlos was bored of it all. He decided that, instead of going to school today, with Liz and Dorothy Ann annoying him to death, he decided that he'd just stay home and enjoy a moment of peace. Only, it was raining and overall just another dull day. Carlos was conflicted and just resorted to exploring the wonders of his house. He looked at his old desk with his diamond-encrusted piece and his turtle neck sweater he inherited from his dad after he left him shortly after he was born. Carlos stared at the items for a while, think that he could do much better than a Tele-vision show for children. He quickly packed his things into a briefcase and got ready to start a new life.
Before Carlos left, he grabbed his machete and slashed the magic school buses tires and ran quickly to the other side of the street, tripping on the way over. Carlos hailed a taxi and got a ride to Compton. When he got there, he didn't have any money to pay the taxi fare, and the taxi driver called the police. Carlos got scared and ran deeper into Compton, thinking the police won't find him there. Carlos continues down the beaten path, hoping for a savior in his time of need. Panting, he stops running on the curb and catches his breath. Little did he know, he was being watched from a cryptic ally nearby. Just when Carlos catches his breath and gets ready to run again, he is clubbed over the head.
Hours later, Carlos regains consciousness. Everything is dark and dank, he tried to move his hands but they wouldn't budge. He can feel liquid rushing down his forehead and his vision was blurry. He could see a man in the distance, hulking and scary. The man pulled out his baseball bat, letting out a cryptic laugh. Carlos closed his eyes and braced for what happened next. Carlos felt a jolt of pain in his left knee and let out an ear-splitting scream. Then he felt the pain in the fingers of right hand, hearing the bones snapping and crackling. Carlos opened his eyes and saw the man swing the bat again, this time toward his head. Yet again, Carlos was unconscious.
When Carlos awoke, the man was no longer in the room. Carlos struggled all he could, and was able to shake the rope off of his hands and escape from his lock up. He looked around the room, assuming it to be a basement. He noticed a small, old trunk collecting dust in the corner. Carlos tried to walk to the trunk, but found collapsed to the floor, his knee was busted. He had to crawl his way over to the trunk. Once he got there, he grabbed a crowbar that was conveniently placed nearby and pried the trunk open. Inside, he found a RPG-76 Komar (rocket launcher of polish decent) and one anti-tank rocket propelled grenade.
Carlos then proceeded to drink a magic potion of healing he had stored in his magic sombrero. He promptly put on his MLG glasses and walked upstairs. He then approached the man who had locked him up in the basement. He then aimed the RPG at the man and unloaded into his chest. Carlos watched in enjoyment as the man's intestines flew every which way and direction, and his spleen flew by Carlos's head.
Carlos walked outside, a smile across his face. "You did it, Carlos" he thought to himself, "You finally did something good." His smile quickly changed into a frown as police swarmed the area. Before the police cuffed Carlos, he pleaded it was the scalene triangles, but it was no use. Carlos spent the rest of his days in a tight cell with a man nicknamed "Stabby." So ends the tale of Carlos the Murderer.