Chapter 2

"Are they gone?" asked Wheatly. Wheatly, Crazy Dave, and the other cores were in the closet. The cores hung on the rail attached to the ceiling.

"Letting the zombies in was a bad idea." said Crazy Dave.

"You think? This is very bad! Those zombies have buckets and cones!"

"Well," said the adventure core, "We should close the portal."

"I know!" Wheatly exclaimed. "We'll close it right after we get out of this closet! However, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a little busy not getting my circuits eaten!"

"Why don't we leave?" asked the adventure core.

"We're too busy fighting off the zombies by hiding in this closet."

"How does this help? Crazy Dave do you know?"

"Because I'm crazy!" he replied.

"That's great," said Wheatly, "and I'm not crazy, because uncrazy people hide in closets during zombie attacks."

"Your right," said Crazy Dave, "Crazy people break vases and bowl with walnuts."

"None of that is normal," said the adventure core.

"I know," said Wheatly, "and that is why we are in this closet."

"So we are crazy?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Crazy Dave.

"Well," said the adventure core, "I'm going to go close the portal. Who's with me?"

"Fine," said Wheatly, "We'll all go."

They opened the closet door and snuck out. They went along stealthily. Well, as stealthily as possible, which wasn't very sneaky since four of them were stuck to the ceiling. They moved towards the tablet/poker table.

"Yes!" yelled Wheatly victoriously. "We made it!"

Zombies turned to face them. They ran, screaming as they went. They only stopped to breathe after the closet door was locked.

"At least we closed the portal," said the adventure core.

"About that..." started Wheatly.

"You didn't close it, did you?"

"Um, no. I did not. Well, on the bright side, we are safe. For now, that is."

"I think we should try again," said the adventure core.

"No!" Wheatly yelled. "We are too busy doing something important, and I'll tell you what that important thing is, right after I think of what that very important thing is."

"I'm going," said the adventure core, "coming?"

"You can't make me. Not in a million years or ever, for that matter."

The adventure core left.

"Wait for me!" Wheatly called.

The five ran out of the closet and into the open. There was a large group of zombies.

"This is bad," Wheatly said.