A/N: I don't own Randy Cunningham. Obviously.
*Randy's POV- 1 week and 3 days ago*
"Howard, I said no."
"Aw come on Cunningham! Can't you let me copy your essay for Mr. Bannister's class JUST THIS ONE TIME?! If I miss another assignment in that class I'll get an F! There's nothing worse than an F!"
"Howard, I'd love to help, but I draw the line at helping you cheat. It's wrong. Besides, we can't turn in the exact same essay."
"But if I fail my parents will ground me for the entire spring break! We won't be able to hang out AT ALL Cunningham!" Howard pleaded.
"Look I'm sorry Howard. You and I both know the punishment for being caught plagiarizing is WAY worse than missing an essay."
"But my parents will KILL ME!"
"Howard they will not KILL you. At the worst they'll take away your video games and ground you for all of spring break, like you said."
"That WILL kill me!"
"Well then maybe that'll teach you to turn in your work on time. I want to help, Howard, I really do. But I'm NOT doing something that will just make it worse."
*December's POV- Now*
I could barely breathe. A robot based off of the main character of the best show EVER, aka Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, was sitting next to me in science class.
"Hi, I'm Randy," he said, and held out his hand for me to shake.
I took it. "I'm December. Welcome to Palm Tree High." Lame name, I know. Hey, that rhymes! XD I sounded more confident than I was.
Then again, I always sounded more confident than I was.
I expected his hand to feel like a robot's hand- cold, hard, and metallic. But, it didn't. It almost felt… human.
No. I wasn't going there. This was a freaking robot. The real Randy Cunningham- well, there was no real Randy Cunningham, since he was a cartoon. Cartoons are drawn by animators. They. Are not. Real. This was just a trick by the scientists who designed this robot. Yes, that was it. Just a scientific trick, which I would never be able to understand. After all, I was failing my 9th grade science class. Just like Randy, in Attack of the Killer Potatoes.
*3rd person- McFist's lab- 1 week and 3 days ago*
"Great. Just great. Another one of your robots FAILED TO DESTROY THE NINJA!" McFist yelled.
"Hey, it's not my fault. That ninja is unstoppable!" Viceroy argued.
"What?! He can't be UNSTOPPABLE! He has to have a weakness. We just need to find it."
"But, sir, every time we do, he always finds a way around it!"
"Every time?"
"Mmmhmm." Viceroy brought out a video player which showed every time the ninja has ever defeated McFist's robots.
"Hmm… maybe it's time we try a new tactic," Viceroy wondered out loud after watching the video. He paced, looking at the storage room. McFist was starting to get impatient and was this close to yelling at the evil scientist. "I got it!" Viceroy called out all of a sudden.
"What? What is it?" McFist asked. Viceroy took out a bunch of things that he rarely ever used, and explained the plan to McFist. "Ooh, that IS good! But wait, if he has-"
"No, he'll be disoriented for the first few minutes, which is MORE than enough time to capture him."
"Wait, what about the other one?"
"That's what the abnormal abundance of robots are for, sir."
"And the ninja's identity will be revealed! This is my best plan yet!"
"YOUR plan?!" Viceroy contradicted indignantly. "But- You know what? I'm not even gonna try."
Randy: Wow, that explains ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Seriously, where the juice are you going with this?
Me: You'll see.
Randy: -.-
It's short, I know. Don't worry, these will start getting longer later in the story. So, what did you think? Please leave a review! :D
