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Mikey's POV

The morning after the Shortie/Troy incident, I woke up holing the key I had found close to me. I hadn't told anyone about it, just because we were already stressed enough with getting Shortie home, and plotting revenge on Troy.

We knew Shortie would kill us if we tried anything on Troy; she would claim it was her battle. But if you mess with one Goonie, you mess with all of us.

Around noon, we had assembled at my house. When Shortie walked in, she was swarmed by all of us.

"How you doin?"

"Anything hurt?"

"Need anything?"

"Shortie, sit down"

"GUYS!" She yelled, her voice over powering all of our comments. "I swear I'm fine! It was just a little water! I survived"

"Barley" Mouth whispered under his breath.

I elbowed him in the gut, hoping that Shortie didn't hear that comment.

"So, what's new?" She asked, plopping down on a chair and pulling her legs up to her chest.

"Trying to think of a way to save the Goon Docks...again" Data said.

"About that..." I started. The key I had found in the lake, I swear I'd seen it before. And I think I knew where to find it. "I found this key in the water after Shortie, you know, 'fell'" I said, pulling the key from my pocket.

"And..?" Mouth questioned.

"Well, when we were in the attic I think I might have seen a picture of the same key. It might lead to another treasure?"

"Mikey, all keys look alike. I doubt it's the same one" Brand said as he lifted some 20 pound weights.

"I know, but-"

"No buts! Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out I let you guys up there again"

"But-"

"No!"

You know how whenever you know someone really well, you're able to have a conversation with them just by looking them in the eye? Well, Mouth and I excelled at this art. I looked him straight in the eye.

'Mikey, let it go'

'Come on! We have to at least try!'

'Fine. Lets do this'.

Mouth sighed and said "Okay, lets just go to Mikey's room and talk about buffaloes"

Brand looked at him awkwardly, while I face palmed. Buffaloes? That's the best he could think of? Data, of corse, was thrilled with the idea.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Data "Did you know that buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo is technically a sentence in the English language!"

"That's nice, Data" Shortie said, sarcasm rolling off her voice.

"Aw, but Mikey it's already lunch time, and I haven't eaten since breakfast, and golly I'm just starving. Can we please talk about buffaloes in the kitchen" Chunk complained.

"Chunk" I said giving him my best 'just go with it' glare. "Just come on!"

Chunk whined all the way up the stairs, until Shortie finally snapped.

"Chunk! We are obviously not coming up here to talk about buffaloes!"

I saw Data's smile fade for a second.

"Okay," Mouth started "Mikey here is determined to get into the attic to cheek out his stupid key idea. Being the amazing friend that I am, I'm telling you to help him"

"But Brand said-" Chunk began.

"Gee Chunk, maybe that's why we didn't tell him?" Mouth asked him, sarcastically.

"So, how do we get back up there?" Shortie asked, looking up at the ceiling cord none of us could reach.

We gave Shortie a look, all thinking the same thing. She looked up, and it clicked with her mind.

"Fine" she mumbled.

Mouth and I cupped our hands, and she put one of her feet into each one. We slowly raised her up, and she reached for the attic string.

I noticed a big, black bruise on the side of her knee. Where did that come from?

She grabbed the string, and Mouth and I lowered her down, talking the attic staircase with her.

"Hey Shortie," I asked as we were about to walk up the stairs. "Where did you get that giant bruise on your knee?"

Within an instant, she tensed up.

"Oh, it's from-um-when, ah, Troy dropped me in the lake! Yup, that's it!" She stuttered out.

There was one thing that was universally known through out the Goonies: Shortie can't lie.

Just as I was about to question her further, I heard Mouth scream "Mikey! Shortie! Stop making love and get up here!"

We both blushed severely hard as we climbed up the stairs.

Shortie punched Mouth in the gut as she said "That's for your last comment" and then nailed him again "And that's for trying to look up my shorts when I was opening the attic door"

Mouth sat down in pain, as I started to look for a picture of the key.

After 13 wise cracks from Mouth, 9 threats from Shortie, 17 'interesting' facts from Data, and 6 broken vases from Chunk, I finally found the picture of the key.

"Guys! Hurry up, I found it!" I yelled. Everyone ran over to my position on the floor, and started looking at the newspaper I held in my hand.

I took the key, and compared it to the picture on the newspaper.

"It's un-canary" I whispered.

"You mean uncanny, dumb ass" Mouth whispered back.

I shot him an annoyed look, but then went back to reading the article.

"What does it say?" Shortie asked.

I started reading it out loud. "In 1832, a man by the name of William Rogers accidentally killed Abigail Bennet by trampling her with his horse. Her husband, George Bennet, went into a severe depression. Bennet, not being able to live with out his wife at this point, buried all of his money, and went home. That night, he shot himself in the gut. A young woman heard the shot and ran to the house. She found Bennet half dead on the floor. She asked him about the treasure and said 'The only way to find the treasure is to swear by the-' and then died before he could finish the sentence. Many have tried to find the lost Bennet treasure, but none have accomplished locating it"

"Wow" Shortie said.

"Maybe we could find the treasure!" Chunk exclaimed. "I mean, we found Willie's! Why not George's!"

"We have to try!" I said.

"One problem, " said Mouth. "We have no idea where to look for the damn thing!"

We all started thinking. Where could it be? To swear by the-

"Stars!" Data yelled.

"What?" We all asked in confusion.

"Swear by the stars! Remember?" He said, getting more and more excited.

"He's right" Shortie whispered. "If we follow the stars, it might lead to a map of some sort!"

"Well, we can't do it tonight!" Chunk said.

"Why not?" Mouth asked aggravated. "The sooner we get it, the better"

"But it's Sunday" I said, concluding Chunk's thoughts. "We need to see the stars, and we can't go exploring in the night if we have school tomorrow"

"How about Friday?" Shortie suggested.

"Yeah," I said "Friday, we go out, follow the stars, and save our houses! Another Goonie adventure!"

After we planned it all out, we left the attic and went down stairs.

I looked at the time, and saw that it was already 6:00.

"Oh shit!" Shortie said, noticing the time. "I had to be home at 5:00 to make dinner, and-ugh! I just have to go! Bye! See ya!" And then she was running out the door before we even responded to her.

"We should probably get home to" Data said.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Mike" Chunk said, as he Mouth, and Data left my house.

"Yeah" I said. "See ya tomorrow"

How was it? It's a little boring and short, but I promise that it will be better in the next chapter.

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