Oh wow, who would have thought I would get this much positive reviews? This amuses me. Thank you to all of the people who reviewed. Sadly tomorrow will be the last chapter. I know, it sucks, but I have another little story kind of like this that I am thinking about writing. I'll see how this goes over. Now let's get on with the story.

Erik and Raoul were able to escape the crazed Wal-Mart employee. They concocted a brilliant plan. They had him fallow them to where the bathroom facilities are, but has he caught up with them, they shoved the cheery boy into the women's bathroom. Of course this may seem like an easy place to escape from, but if you think about it, it's not. Especially when the room is filled with a bunch of assertive women who would beat his ass on account of they thought he was a pervert who just wanted to see something.

Raoul and Erik were able to walk free while the employee guy got pummeled by purses. They found themselves in the food aisles again. "Maybe we shouldn't split up," Raoul said. "Just in case if he comes back we can fight him off."

"Yes," Erik agreed. "He might try to rape us, especially me. I saw something like this on a Life Time movie once."

They passed a stand that had little mini sausages on it. A very attractive lady with large breast that were falling out of her shirt was advertising them. "Would you like to try a sample?" she asked.

Raoul gawked at her for a minute before he realized what she said. "Ok."

"Wait," said Erik, pulling him back. "What if she tries to rape us too?"

"You can't rape the willing."

"But what about Christine?" Erik thought this whole situation over. "Never mind. You can have her. I'll keep Christine."

Raoul walked over to the counter with the big boobed lady. "Sure, I'll try one," he said. His eyes never left her chest. "I like wieners." The faux blonde covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

"I bet you do."

"After a few seconds, Raoul understood it. "Wait, no! I'm not like that, I swear! God, all I needed to do was get that rose Herbal Essence shampoo but everything that can possibly go wrong has gone wrong!"

"Um, sure."

He realized he said the last bit out loud. "God fucking damn it! Why can I not ever say a soliloquy right?"

"Why don't you take you weirder and your boyfriend away and find you shampoo. You're scaring away potential customers."

Raoul looked back at Erik. "He's not my boyfriend!" he exclaimed. "We're not gay!"

"That's not what you were saying last night."

"Erik!"

"I'm just having some fun."

"But don't lie to her! He's lying, I swear on my mother's grave he is!"

"Ok," said the blonde. She put her hands as a symbol for Raoul to shut up before he scared away more people or embarrassed himself anymore. "You have to go now. You're holding up the line."

As they left the long line of men, Erik grabbed five samples. "Hey, you're only supposed to take one!"

"Fuck you bitch," Erik retorted. "I'm sure you'll be shoving more wieners into your mouth tonight. You can spare these, you hoe."

"That was not very nice," Raoul said as they tired to find the shampoo again.

"You're just being a pussy. That hoe probably get is a lot. Anyways, she deserves if after telling me, the very awesome me, that I can only have one small sample."

"But that the rules."

"Fuck rules. I'm going to become an anarchist."

Eventually they did find the shampoo. They only problem they were facing now were to find the exact sent and brand that the beauteous, and some times bitchy, Christine wanted.

There were rows upon rows of different shampoos. They all had different scents and they all had different names. This could be very hard for two men to find a rose scented shampoo. It was especially hard for them when they to be constantly watching their back for more queerish employees of Wal-Mart.

"Where the fuck is it?" Raoul asked.

"Wait, I think I see it!"

"Where?"

Erik pointed to a pinkish red bottle at the top of a very high shelf. "How are we supposed to get that?" asked Raoul.

"I don't know."

Raoul began to break down. "What if we can't reach it? What if we die trying?"

"I know, I've already thought about it. That's why I'm sending you to get it."

A weeping Raoul wailed louder. "Maybe we should just five up. It's not that worth it. We will get her another scent or something. She will be fine without having her chocolate hair smell like roses. What am I saying? This is Christine I am talking about! She only deserves the best! But I don't want to die! I'm far too young to leave this world, as horrible as this world may be! I don't want to die!"

Erik slapped him. "Get a hold of yourself, boy! We have to complete this mission no matter the costs. We have to do if for the lovely Christine! Our lives, especially yours, does not compare to Christine's! We can not fail!"

"You're right," Raoul said, sniffling. He wiped his tears. "We have to try. We have to for Christine's sake."

They made a plan to get he shampoo. Raoul would climb up and get it. If he fell, Erik would attempt to catch him.

With much struggle, they triumphed. Raoul kept slipping and knocking down bottle of shampoo. The soapy contents spilled out to the floor until it was nearly covered. Erik was having trouble standing up. He had nearly spilled twice. But they finally beat Wal-Mart and it's fucking gay shelves. There was only one bottle left of rose Herbal Essence.

A battle cry filled the air. Erik and Raoul looked around, trying to find the source of the god-awful noise. Raoul was frozen in place, his hand reaching for the lone rose-colored bottle. He was about to grab it when a black blur flew across the selves at an incredible speed.

"Oh my God! It's a ninja!' Erik exclaimed.

It stopped at the one with the shampoo and took the bottle before they could even take in what was going on.

"No! Give it back!"

The thief was dressed in a heavy dark green cloak. It removed the hood that was covering its face.

"It's the old lady whore!" Erik yelled. The old woman who they thought was dead and still in the clothing department began to cackle. She jumped from top to top of each shelf. "She's getting away! We have to stop her!

Oh my God! Will they be able to get the shampoo back for Christine? Who knows? Besides me, yes I do know what is going to happen in the end for once. Tomorrow will be the conclusion of Erik and Raoul VS Wal-Mart: The Epic Battle. I would also like to give thanks to for reminding me about that there is samples occasionally at Wal-Mart. Thanks for reading and, or, reviewing.

With Love,

CT

P.S. Happy Valentines Day!