Chester overall was not hard to find. He usually was around the trailer park that he lives at, or he goes around dumpsters looking for things that could still be usable. Timmy would often wonder if his home situation or Chester's was better, since Chester and his father are close, but Timmy's parent's couldn't give a rat's ass about him. Timmy soon found his bike right where he left it, in the bushes near the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. Timmy knew how to keep things from being stolen, since he sees himself as an expert thief.
"Today, we ride." Timmy whispered to himself in a tough sounding tone. He took off towards the trailer park. It would usually take him around half an hour to get there, but today, he's putting power into his pedals. "I need to get there with 5 minutes to spare, boy have I gotten myself into something or what." Timmy thought to himself. He proceeded to snake through the traffic, disregarding all traffic rules and going with pure instinct.
He was finally at Chester's trailer park. Nearly pooped out, Timmy proceeded to look around every trash bin before he would go to his friend's trailer. After he searched all the trash cans, Timmy proceeded to go to his friend's trailer.
"Hey Timmy, what brings you here?" Chester's dad asks cheerily. The trailer was always a mess, and it always smelled, but it had a strange homey feeling to Timmy.
"Where's Chester?"
"He's in his room, say, you don't look so good, how's about I get you some water?" Chester's dad said.
"No, I'm fine, but thanks for the offer, I'm just here for Chester." Timmy said kindly. Although Timmy was quite parched, he wouldn't feel right drinking Mr. McBadbat's water, not only that, the water would make him sick anyway. Timmy walks over to Chester's door and asks "Chester, can I ask you a favor?" Timmy hears rustling in the room ensuing Chester coming up to open the door.
"Of course buddy! Ask away!" Chester says, eager.
"I need you to go with me to the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. I need you to keep watch of a booth belonging to a kid named Jimmy. If anyone tries to make you move away from the booth, don't let them no matter what." Directed Timmy.
"Who's Jimmy?" Chester asked abruptly.
"He's this kid I met today having a nervous breakdown in the middle of the street. Apparently he's like A.J. but more awkward, and he's doing some real important stuff."
"That Jimmy must be some guy getting you to help him." Chester says almost insultingly.
"Well, it was more like I felt real sorry for him, not only that but he's not from around here. He's an actual genuine person."
"Seriously? He didn't treat you like dirt when you tried to help him because he's smarter than you? I need to meet this guy!" Says Chester ecstatically.
"Good, so, we need to leave right now. The function starts in 10 minutes." Timmy says hastily.
"Good lord man, why didn't ya say so? My dad's car is still working, so we can get there quickly." Chester says strongly. Timmy runs out with Chester and Chester sits in the driver's seat.
"You're going to drive?" Timmy yells.
"Well, I've only gotten a little practice, but my pops says I can drive it whenever I want!"
"You're 13." Timmy emphasizes.
"So what? My pops says I can pass as a 16 year old any say." Says Chester without worry.
"It's still illegal! I can't go into holding again!" Yells Timmy, worried.
"Buckle up, bitches." Chester says with a devious grin on his face.
"Wait, what?" Timmy asks, confused.
Without haste, Chester rams the gas pedal yelling "Yeehaw!" while zipping off into the distance.