Hans and Franz and the Journey to the Magical Strudel Lord's Treasury

by UltramarineGrammarQueen

Once upon a time, in a middle school far, far away, there were two boys by the names of Hans and Franz. Passionate lovers of strudel, the teenagers embark upon a journey to uphold the good of variety in their favorite pastry. Perhaps, though, strudel is not the purpose at stake. After all, the intelligence of a certain egotistical teen should never be underestimated.

4. Chapter 3: For the Love of Strudel

Chapter 3

"For the Love of Strudel"

"Really," said Hans, "I was starting to doubt that he would give us any information at all!" Franz laughed. "It's a good thing he did...but who'd have imagined that we'd start at the zoo to find the Strudel Lord's Treasury?"

The pair wove through the traffic, seated upon their brand new TildeMobile; a gift from Sven, who had been for more helpful than expected. "This new ride is wonderful!" exclaimed Hans, the wind blowing through his hair. "For the love of strudel!" cried Franz, triumphantly, as they gained speed.

The friends arrived at the zoo about half an hour later. Hans was the first to survey their surroundings. He noticed the simple and unremarkable scape, complete with a visitors' center and an arch at the entrance. "I think we'll need tickets," sighed Franz, removing a $10 bill from his pocket, "How much money are we going to spend over this?"

The two strode to the ticket booth, stopping at the end of the line. Hans tugged nervously on Franz's shirtsleeve. "Hey," he whispered, "don't look now, but there is a very suspicious-looking guy staring at us...and I think he's holding a camera." Franz nodded. "Act normal," he replied, tersely, certain that an enemy may be on their trail.

Hans and Franz now found themselves directly before the ticket booth. "Two park tickets, please," said Franz. "Entrance is free for minors," said the manager, "Say, where are your parents, boys? Who brought you here?" Franz stiffened, but Hans stepped forward. "That's my mom, over there," he said, pointing to a random woman who was on a phone call next to a park bench. "Alright," said the manager, "Here're your tickets. Have fun, boys!"

Franz ran to the entrance, Hans following closely behind. "Gosh," said Hans, "I can't believe he bought that!" Franz laughed. "Again, it's a good thing he did."