Sooo, here's finally "Junga Ball". Sorry, I had writer's block, school started again and I just am a ridiculously slow updater. I am so sorry about this. Next are Tone Deaf Jam and The Trouble With Doubles.
SGJBMCfan98: Why, thank you! At first, I doubted to put it up, but you were waiting for way too long for an update.
I do not own Pair of Kings. Enjoy!
-Writer207
Boz watched as the guards played Junga Ball. Ah, his favorite sport, with on second place lava sliding. Mason, being one of the star players, just scored again. Boz smiled as he saw the big sasquatch play the game, without Mikayla recommending it's a dangerous sport. Mikayla was on a mission in the jungle (she actually left one day ago) and wasn't going to return until next Monday. Pity she practically forbid her father to play the game, she had to see how good Mason, Mahuma and the others were! And she knew how important the Junga Cup was for Kinkow, but didn't know her father was on the team.
It was better for everybody on the island if she didn't know Mason was captain.
"Mason, you gotta get Brady and Boomer! They'll love this game!" Boz exclaimed, as Mason went to get them. He had been there for a good three months now, and he still didn't regret coming to the island. There were some points he wished he could've prevented (the mermaids, Poopalay, Tristan with the enormous geyser…), but so far, it all ended up well. And now, the Junga Cup was coming closer. Somehow the Mindu-team never got any further than the first round.
Then, Mason came back with Brady and Boomer following him, probably wondering why Mason got them out on the plaza.
"Somebody set up a hoop!" Boomer said, as he passed the ball to Brady, who dunked it in the hoop. Boz didn't clap and watched his younger brothers, who approached Mason again. It looked like they tried to mock him. He stood up, ready to climb up the ladder at the outdoor port. A few hours before the Kings went out, he had been training a little on the court for the first time since a long time.
"And that is how you play basketball," said Brady, and Boz didn't boo, as much as he'd love to. Never heard of Junga Ball? That was about to change! Boz had been a Junga Ball player himself, the Screamer of his team, but got kicked out after he'd become King there, because it wouldn't be fair. Other players wouldn't try to hurt him, which made it a lot easier for the team to win. Boz had agreed, but did it anyway, knowing it was cheating…
"Sorry, but that's not basketball," Mason said, as Boz decided to stop there for a while. This conversation might get interesting, the Kings not knowing better. Brady made a weird sound from misunderstanding/surprise, the one he tended to make when he thought to know it better. And, as almost always, Brady was wrong.
"Ball goes in hoop. Two points. Boo-"
"-Jah!" finished Boomer. Already having heard enough, Boz walked up to the ladder again and climbed it faster than any other Screamer could. Up above was his uniform, right where he left it. When he put it on, the conversation under him between the two Kings and Mason was going smoothly.
"No. this is Junga Ball, the most dangerous and exciting game on the island since be banned Lava Sliding." Boz raised an eyebrow by that. For some time, they were allowed to practice Lava Sliding? Every day, he learned something about this island he couldn't with only a slightly mature Boomer than this one. Besides, if he knew they were allowed to practice lava-sliding, why hadn't he known that?
"Why would you ban that?" Boomer wondered.
"We were running out of slides … and sliders…" Yeah, off course would you run out of sliders if they didn't grab the branches of the trees above them. Wait, were there trees where they held those competitions? On Mindu, there were. They only lost 5 sliders last year.
"So I see a ball, a hoop and a court, so how come this game is not basketball?" Brady asked. Boz sighed and hoped Brady's attitude would be more like Boomer's when he gets older. As Mason explains the (simplified) rules of Junga Ball, Boz put on the helmet – you couldn't be more careful – and stood in position. Mason knew he would be there, so he really hoped the next one to try wasn't Mahuma, Roger or another guard. Though it would be fun knocking down one of his brothers.
"So, basketball with a silly name?" He heard Brady say. If that black-haired kid wasn't his brother… Then, Boomer passed the ball to Brady, ready to score. That was his cue. While jumping up to score, Boz jumped off the platform, holding the vine tight, hitting Brady hard. When doing so, he screamed 'bananas' in ape language. Nobody really could understand that, so he practically could shout anything he wanted, but he stuck with bananas. Boz let go of the vine at a few feet high from the ground and landed next to Brady. Mason and Boomer came closer, seeing if he was alright.
"What was that?" Brady asked, lifting his head. Yep, he lived, so he was alright.
"That was me," Boz said. Brady looked at him, non-understanding. Boz looked annoyed, and then at Mason, trying to ask the giant if he would try and explain it to the king.
"That was a Screamer, and you're out!"
"Yeah, that's not basketball," Boomer said. Boz sighed. Finally they understood that it really was not basketball. That game was just the lamer version of Junga Ball, brought there by some Kinkowian colonists who tried to make a more… friendly version of Junga Ball. Boz, being a big fan of the game, hope they would never bring basketball to the island. Never.
Boz smiled as Mason explained the game to the Kings. He knew all the rules by heart already, but refreshing them could be really handy. The guards hadn't just been training for fun – the big Junga Ball Competition was coming closer and Kinkow always ended second place, Kipi Kipi being the island to always win the Junga Cup up until now. Mindu always ended up on the last place, except for last year, when it actually was second-last. Not that they were bad, they just had not that much time to train. Brady was still in pain, and Boz shook his head. Seriously, it had just been a Screamer's hit, they didn't hurt that badly.
"Ooookay," Brady began, in a tone Boz didn't like, "just so we're clear, the dude who's swung on a vine and broke my ribs is called the Screamer?" he said it as if he didn't believe it. Brady glanced in Boz' direction,and Boz glared back at him. The more time he spent with his brother, the more he actually regretted coming back in time.
"That is funny, because I remember you were the one doing all the screaming." Then, Boomer imitated a screaming Brady, and he, Mason and Boz started to laugh. He knew he shouldn't be doing that, but it was just too funny not to laugh.
"Screamers defend the goal." Mason said "There's also a piranha pool, iron spikes to dodge and strikers who punch you in the chest when you commit a fault!" He looked really enthusiastic. Boz also grinned widely, barely containing his enthusiast. If they were as much into Junga Ball as him, they could discuss the several pro Junga Players on the others islands, and especially that Junga Ball legend from Lakuna, Boz' personal favorite. Boomer and Brady, at the other hand, didn't seem to be that enthusiast as the two in front of them.
"What, no snakes?" Brady said sarcastically. Now Boz raised an eyebrow. How did he know about the snakes? Well, he probably didn't know, but only guess.
"They're only used in overtime," Boz answered, receiving a look from Mason. The sasquatch might have wanted to say that, but Boz had been quicker.
"We drop 'em from the balloon! Oh, it's a great game! Turns boys into men," Mason explained further on. It was his job, after all.
"Those spikes look like they could turn men into women." Boomer commented.
"No, they can't, they're way too big for that!" Boz reacted. He tried to reassure them that they didn't have to worry about anything, that all will be okay. Hey, it was Junga Ball, there was nothing to worry about (if you know the rules perfectly and had an athlete's body).
"That's an old jungle myth," Mason said, slightly scaring off the Kings with this, "Now, go get changed." Boz stood up and he and Mason were ready to walk away and get changed, but Brady and Boomer clearly didn't get what they were trying to tell the Kings.
"Changed for what?" Brady said. Boz' eyes widened.
"Oh, come on!" he cried out, irritated. There had been times when he wished he never had gone looking for the watch, but this was his favorite sport of all time, and if Brady had the guts to ask for what they had to get changed after trying to learn the rules of Junga Ball, what kind of a brother was he. Mason put a calming hand on the shoulder of the boy with the strawberry blonde hair. He understood Boz was a big fan of the game.
"Practice. You two are gonna be on the team against the island of Kipi Kipi for the big Junga Cup. And that includes Boz." He added. Boz grinned widely. Apparently, Mason had seen him play – off course he'd seen Boz play, he'd played himself – and wanted him on the international team. And again, Brady and Boomer were quite confused when Mason said they were gonna be on a team.
"Us? On a team? It must be some mistake!" Boomer said, supported by his black-haired twin immediately.
"Yeah, we've never actually on a team before. Back in Chicago, nobody ever picked us." Boz rolled with his eyes, trying to picture how they would have been in Chicago. He's heard some stories, and from what he heard, Brady and Boomer were probably hoping to get picked while Boomer still had his braces, Brady had his Potter-period and the janitor was picked over them.
"And it wasn't just sports. It also happened when we played hide and seek. We'd hide, but no-one would seek." Boomer told the others, making Boz raise an eyebrow. Next moment, Brady would be overly dramatic again, closing his brother into a hug.
"It was a lonely two days behind that dumpster." And their aunt and uncle didn't feel like searching the kids they needed to get ready to rule a kingdom? Boz hoped they really had been searching the two lost princes. Because if they hadn't, well… he still had his watch, right?
"You're getting big now. In fact, you're the captains." Yep, Mason didn't know Boomer (and Brady) as Boz did. First rule: don't let them be in charge of anything. Sure, they ruled an island, but now they were just two pathetic boys that miserably failed in keeping the island intact while the Makoolas were keeping thinks on track. Besides, he didn't specify which sort of captain, so even if the main topic was Junga Ball, they would think about something else.
"Captains?" the 'twin' said simultaneously. Mason nodded.
"The Kings are always team captains," finally that one extra word that would make it easier for his brothers to understand which captains they were, "you get to pick the players and everything." Boz looked up, surprised. He'd completely forgot that the Kings chose the players. Maybe he'd have a good chance to be on their team! That would be awesome! And since it's the finale, he wouldn't have to worry in playing against Mindu.
"Do we get to wear captain hats?" There you had it! First confession of not understanding the royal advisor. At least Boz' Boomer learned to listen to Mason sometimes. Not always, just sometimes.
"Can we steer the ship?" Was Brady's question. Those weren't that bright, were they?
"Not sea-captains!" Boz exclaimed, sighed heavily. This behavior was strange to the Kings, as he was mostly acting like their overprotective big brother (what he actually was), but now he was acting more… different. The reason? Junga Ball, his favorite sport in the whole wide world.
"You're team captains," Mason explained, trying to make things up after Boz' sudden outburst. Brady and Boomer seemed to think about that. Team captains? They've never even been on a team before, and now they were going to be the captains?"
"King Conference." Brady said, walking over to the other side of Mason, Boz following them. He got weird looks from the Kings, but they allowed him to participate in the conference. Boz wondered if someone ever told the kings everyone still could hear them.
"I mean, I really wanna be a sea-captain," Brady said, and Boomer nodded. Boz rolled his eyes. They were talking about Junga Ball, not being captain of a ship! Ah, if they want to be captains, they'll just have to wait for Lucas to come and have to steal their ship.
"I know," Boomer answered, "me too, but what do you think about this Junga Ball?" It's the best sport ever and if anyone says otherwise, they'll wake up in a cage directed to Kipi Kipi, Boz thought. He didn't say it out loud, trying to hold his tongue for now. It would be best to keep his thought to himself if it was about Junga Ball.
"I mean, I know it sounds dangerous," Brady continued, "but I think we should play." Boz smiled widely. "I know, we could be great at it, we just don't know it yet because no-one ever gave us a chance."
Boomer agreed. "I bet we're just as good as these other guys. And Mason passes like a little old lady." Both Kings started laughing, and Boz noticed the look in Mason's eyes.
"Has it ever occurred to you that everyone can listen?" Boz said.
"Off course they don't hear us talk, it's a King Conference! Nobody hears us talk when we're doing that!" Boomer responded, walking with Brady back to Mason's right side. The guard glared at them evilly, like only he could. This wouldn't end well.
"Alright Mase," Brady began, not noticing that Mason glared at them, "thanks for believing in us and making us part of the team. We just hope that you're part of it.3 the Kings laughed out loud again. Then, they noticed the look Mason gave them – and that Boz had joined the Head Guard in glaring at them.
"See you at the try-outs." Brady eventually said and walked away, Boomer following him.
"Do you think you'll be part of the team? I mean, you're a great player and they're blind if they don't make you a player," Boz asked Mason.
"I'm quite sure of it," Mason said, as Boz nodded. He had a feeling he would be playing his favorite sport in no time.
Boz had been lucky to arrive on the try-outs in time. All other guards were there, but he hadn't felt any pressure. He felt like he'd made a great try-out, maybe the second-best of all men who showed up. Mason being the best, off course.
Right now, Brady was leading them through the jungle, training with everyone that got past the first round. Now all they had to do was to complete the obstacle course and find out which position Brady gave the ones who got past.
If they hadn't been related, Boz would already have told Brady that this obstacle course was as trice as long as any normal obstacle course, not to mention how hard it was o complete in the same tempo from the beginning. Eventually, the end came in sight, and so did Boomer and 'his' cheerleaders. It was about time: he was feeling quite tired now. When did he last sleep again?
"I think you might be working a little too hard, you' Highness," Mason said, and Boz nodded in agreement. He couldn't understand how Brady still was fit at the end of his obstacle course.
"That's not possible, Mason. You know, this is the first time I'm part of the team, and I'm not letting anything mess me up from winning that cup!" Brady said, as he suddenly stopped. Mason followed, but the ones behind him had less luck. They all fell on a big hope, Boz being the unlucky candidate to lay under all the others. He and the other guards moaned – even if it was uncomfortable, this was the first break they've had this day. Brady turned around, and noticed how everyone (with the exception of Mason) was lying on the ground. He took his whistle and whistled on it.
"You guys wake up! Do you think they're lying in a pile on Kipi Kipi right now?" moaning, the guys stood up. Brady nodded, and then turned to see his brother, who still was busy with the cheerleaders. Not really content about what he's been doing, Brady walked over to his twin, Boz following Brady. He was their 'servant-friend' now, so he was allowed to follow a private conversation. He had to keep everything that was said a secret, but that was no problem – it would only be trouble if it were something he didn't know.
"Hey, uh, Boomer?" Brady began, "We're practicing for the big game over here, you wanna join us?" Boomer shook his head, smiling at the cheerleaders before turning back to his brother. "Well, I am working on the game over here, too." He looked back at his cheerleaders, who giggled as he talked – very annoying if you asked Boz, "Alright ladies, I'll do the cheers, so you girls can do the moves. And don't be shy about the hips." Boz rolled his eyes, and watched Boomer's cheers. It was a pretty good one, until they heard the two last words: go Boomer! Boz could have face-palmed, but he didn't. Brady didn't give any reaction. Instead, he turned back to the players.
"Okay, team, gather around! This is how we're gonna be doing this. Mason, Mahuma: Strikers. Matuka and Boz: Forwards. I'm the Screamer." Boz cheered. He was part of the team! Man, this felt great! He could play Junga Ball against Kipi Kipi!
"Hold up, hold up," Boomer started, "I am the Screamer." Uh-oh. This would probably end in a fight between brothers. He needed to avoid it whatever it took. Brady turned to his bro.
"No, you are Head Cheerleader. Since I've been working over here with the team, I'm the Screamer."
"Well as co-captain, I can be what I want. Not to mention, I am the athlete in the family!" Boomer was the athlete in the family? Boz always thought that he as the athlete in the family, having more muscles than Brady and Boomer combined when he first arrived at Kinkow.
"And how do you figure this?" Brady wanted to know.
"Because every summer I get athlete foot. Take that!" Boz face-palmed this time. That was the dumbest reason he's ever heard.
"Boomer, that is not a valuable excuse." Boz said, shaking his head. Boomer looked at him, fake hurt.
"Boz, which side are you on?" Boomer asked, a bit mad.
"Normally, that would be yours, but how I hate to say this, this time Brady's right. He's been training with the team, he's got to be the Screamer." the monkey-boy explained, looking at both the Kings' capacities, knowledge and skills. Boomer always had the advantage of being known to Boz, but this time, Brady's side was the best to choose.
"Yeah!" Brady reacted, a few seconds later, "there's only room for one Screamer and since I'm taking this seriously and you're goofing off, that's me." Boz nodded. Then, Boomer made some noise the redhead identified as sucking noises. Seriously, was he that much of a child.
"You hear that? That's captain Brady sucking the fun out of your good times, people!"
"Don't be so childish, Boomer," Boz sighed.
"Dude, I'm sorry," Brady tried to end the 'fight', "but I'm finally part of a team, and I don't wanna play with losers." Boz disagreed. Brady was more of a loser than Boomer. It was Boomer who'll rescues Brady from Malakai's clutches, it will be Boomer who defeats Kaita in combat, and it's Boomer who'll visit the Squonks while Brady 'll sit high on the throne, trying to shoo away a Muka Rat. So, who's the loser now? At least, Boomer could say something in his defense.
"Well, I got news for you! I'm not a loser, but a quitter. And a quitter never loses. That makes me a winner. I quit, therefore I win!" Boomer walked away, his cheerleaders mindlessly following their favorite King, leaving Boz and Brady standing with Mason, Matuka and Mahuma. Brady didn't have anything to say.
"He makes sense, though," Boz finally said, "In his own, strange way, he really makes sense."
"I hate it when he makes sense." Brady growled, before resuming the training with his team again.
Next day, the 'twins' weren't talking to each other. They ignored each other, and that morning Brady left the room earlier to keep on training with the Junga Ball team. Boz told Brady the excuse that he had gotten a cold and couldn't practice today. Brady didn't even wonder how someone could get a cold on a tropical island and believed Boz blindly. This way, Boz found a way to keep an eye on Boomer without anyone noticing. I mean, who would climb up the balks holding the ceiling of the King's room? Boz was lucky to know Boomer wasn't planning to get out and just stand on the balcony.
It was a bad sign when Lanny came in, however. Making sure that the hobbit wouldn't hear him, he climbed bit closer to the balcony, hoping they wouldn't see him now.
"Hey, what's this about you quitting Junga Ball yesterday?" Lanny asked his cousin. Boomer looked up, and was about to look back if it were Brady's face.
"My brother's on a power trip. He's a big jerky dumbhead jerkface from Jerk-ago!" Boomer almost shouted. Boz raised an eyebrow. He thought that about Brady, too, but he had his reasons. Boomer… he was just mad for quitting the team. Which had been his own decision.
"I know who he is," Lanny responded, with a tone Boz took as one of annoyance, "He's a doofus down there with his training pants on backwards. The protective cup's supposed to go on front." Brady put on his pants backwards? He came as low as he dared and looked out, only to see that Lanny was right.
"Nice butt-cup, bro!" Boomer called. If Brady heard it, he wouldn't show it. Maybe Boz would have to learn Brady which side of training pants go on front.
"And he's gonna be the king who finally beats Kipi Kipi," Lanny continued, "You should be that king." He was up to something. Boz knew it. Lanny wouldn't waste his time coming to see Boomer if there wasn't something that could be of purpose for the hobbit. Boomer turned to Lanny, weird look in his eyes.
"Well, I won't if it means wearing a butt-cup." Boomer said, walking back in the room. Probably he's seen enough of Brady training his team that would lead Kinkow to victory.
"Wow, he's dumb." Lanny commented, which Boomer did not hear, luckily. For this once, Boz agreed. Lanny just told Boomer that he should win the cup, and Boomer had been thinking about the butt-cup. Lanny walked back in and went to Boomer, who sat on the couch now. Boz climbed a little closer to hear their conversation perfectly.
"Focus on my words," Lanny said, and for a second Boz thought Lanny was going to use hypnosis, "You need to beat Brady with your own team. Kinkow never wins because we only use the castle guards. There's a whole island of untapped talent." Boomer let the words sink in for half a minute, and then realized what his 'sweet little cousin' was talking about.
"Yeah," he said, "that would show Brady! I'll put together my own team." he said it as if he were the one who made up the plan, not Lanny. The hobbit wouldn't take the credit anyway – that way, he wouldn't be to blame when something happened to Boomer and(/or) Brady. They would accept him as King easier than normal, which wouldn't be too easy.
"One of hooligans willing to body-slam a king," Lanny added with a grin. Boz didn't need to think too hard to know what Lanny was trying to imagine. Boomer laughed.
"How do you come up with this stuff, Lanny?" Boomer wondered. "It's like you lay in bed at night, and you're planning and scheming," he laughed, "I sure would hate to be your enemy." The black king left his room, while Lanny watched him leave. Now Lanny was looking away from the couch, Boz could let himself land in there, making as less noise as he could. And the noise Lanny heard, wasn't that much.
"What the- how did you-" Lanny stammered, seeing Boz sitting on the couch, quite sure the redhead hadn't been in the room before.
"I'm everywhere and nowhere. Now I have a question for you: what's this all about?"
"What do you mean?" Lanny asked, as if he didn't know what Boz was talking about. Boz stood up.
"I know you, Lanny, which means that you're up to something." he said, and Lanny started to smile.
"You caught me," Lanny said, smile on his face, "But who's going to believe you? Who would ever think the 'sweet little cousin' tries to kill the kings."
"The answer is: almost everybody with a little sense. Excluding family." Boz said, in the knowledge that Brady and Boomer would never ever figure out Lanny's motives. The monkey-boy himself had to admit he found out what Lanny tried to do long after Kaita was defeated.
"And what are you gonna do about it?" Lanny asked, as if there was nothing that could be done about it. Even if it was just simple enough to lock him in his own room.
"If I tell you, it won't be a surprise. If I let you go, Boomer sure would break all of his brother's bones, which isn't very nice to see," Boz walked away from Lanny, to the other side of the pool-table, "But at the other side, I don't want to be in the losing team and would rather play for Boomer than for Brady." Boz thought about it. Obviously, he knew what the hobbit was up to, and if he was right, then maybe Lanny's scheme would help Boz out for once.
"Hey Lanny, can I…" he looked around to ask his cousin a question, but the boy was already gone. Boz sighed, looking everywhere before figuring out the boy snuck away and probably wouldn't return.
"Man, I hate it when he does that."
Boz decided to get to training again, giving him the lie that he felt a lot better now and could train. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, and because this was the Junga Ball season, he'd better stay with Brady – how much he didn't like it. Yeah, he liked being in a Junga Ball team, but the factor he hated was that Brady was both the captain and the Screamer. Boz wanted to be Screamer – maybe even more than Brady and Boomer combined. Just because they've only known the sport for a few days didn't mean they deserved the spot of Screamer…
The training was going quite smoothly. A few hours later after Boz joined in, Brady whistled for no apparent reason. When Boz looked up, he saw Boomer, standing next to Lanny. Great. Now the real fun could begin: a brotherly fight over the leadership.
"It must be quitting time, because there's a quitter here." Brady said, looking at Boomer, who laughed. It was clearly sarcastic, a fake laugh. Then, he looked at his brother, with a serious look on his face. He's never seen Boomer this serious. Well, there was this time with Brady leaving the island and the whole Kaita thing, but since Boz' arrival in the past, he's never seen Boomer so serious.
"Oh, your jokes are almost as hilarious as your Junga Ball skills," Boz could only agree with Boomer, Brady was really bad at this game, "I got a question for you, cappie: do you really think you have the best team on Kinkow?" Brady could feel something was coming, yet he didn't know what.
"Ha!" he shouted, thinking he's already won this small fight. Not knowing this would escalate into a bigger fight than expected, he continued: "Do you see another one?" Bad move, Boz thought. And the monkey-boy was right. Apparently, Boomer and Lanny expected this answer from Brady. Maybe this was the moment in which they got to know who was is Boomer's team.
"Ow, you step right in it, bro!" Boomer calls out to Brady. The players in Brady's team stood strategically behind the King – even if they were all taller and stronger than Brady, the boy was still their king and leader, so the one to stand closest to the team of his brother. He turned to the north court, of which the doors opened. Fog appeared, generated by some rented fog machine. They heard some music play, only to find out Lanny was holding a little radio. Boomer was shaking at the music.
"Come on out, fellows! Introducing Kinkow's best: Badbeard, the punching pirate!" A pirate came out, fists ready in a boxing mode, throwing some punches in the air before running behind Brady's team to Boomer. Boz recognized him as one of Lucas' pirates – a deserter, or he joined in later.
"Hiro, the lightning fast Flaji!" the young Flaji boy came out, and put out his fist, standing there like Superman, before turning invisible. Within the next second, he was at the other side, surprising all of Brady's team, except for Boz; they've become good friends over the years (this has yet to happen, after the end of this season's Junga Cup).
"Hibachi, the fierce and filthy!" The dwarf with long hair ran up to the field. Boz wanted to turn his head, but he didn't. He wouldn't want Hibachi to know that he was the one to inform Mikayla about him being a cheater on the surfboard. Yet, Hibachi still didn't know, and it would be better if they kept it that way for a long time.
"And last, but not least: Bone-cracker!" Bone-cracker ran up on the field, "AKA Wally." Then, Wally and the rest o Boomer's team started to dance on the music Lanny was playing. All the time, Brady's team just stood there, stoic as when they were on guard duty, not giving any reaction. But, as they all fought in the war which resulted in King Kunu's death, they've all experienced something way worse.
"So you think these guys can beat us?" Brady wondered, laughing with Boomer's team, "I'm so not scared." That was their cue. Wally took the ball out of Mason's hand, and passed it to some empty space, which soon was caught by Hiro, who had been standing there invisibly. The Flaji passed it to Hibachi, next to Badbeard, who sunk on his knees. Next moment, Hibachi ran up onto Badbeard and dunked the ball.
"Okay, now I'm scared." Brady said to Mason. Boz slicked. If Boomer thought his team was the best… which it really was…
Oh, they were so doomed.
I decided to split up this chapter in two, so you at least can read the first half. I'll post the second part as quick as I can.
