Okay, Chapter 11! Not much here, just some kids hanging out.

That's it.

Boo-Boo Bear, Secret Squirrel, and Morocco Mole belong to Hanna-Barbera

Chapter 11: Ready to Roll

The next day, after school, Boo-Boo Bear was going to skateboard as usual when he spotted Secret Squirrel, sitting on the front steps of the high school, working on a skateboard. It really surprised him to see someone like Secret to own a board, much less, work on one. Boo-Boo saw him as a very intelligent person. Granted, Boo-Boo is pretty intelligent, too, he skipped a few grades, but Secret was more akin to Dexter Specman, a kid that skipped a few grades and graduated at some fancy university at the age of fourteen.

"Maybe, he's just fixing someone else's board," he thought to himself as Secret finished and put his tools away.

"In his hoodie... okay?" Boo-Boo said to himself, to Secret, he called out, "Hey, Secret! Is that your board?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You can skateboard?" asked Boo-Boo, as if he was surprised.

"Yeah..., didn't you see me when we went to the skatepark and remember, we met because I crashed into you and Morocco."

"Oh, right, I've not pay attention and I forgot about the crashing."

"Well," said Secret, getting up, "I gotta go, see ya," readying his board.

Boo-Boo then asked, "Can I join?"

Secret had to think about, after a bit, he sigh, answering, "Fine, after all, I did say I would help you do some thing crazy."

"Okay! Let's go!" shouted Boo-Boo, jumping with enthusiasm, ready for action.

"Hang on!" shouted Secret as he took out his music player and quickly chose a song, "Okay, let's roll."

"Huh, normally, I chose the music." commented Boo-Boo, just standing there, as Secret, with an eye-roll, took off, skating. The song chosen was 'Ready to Roll' by Jet Black Stare.

They, of course, had a blasted... terrorizing the masses. On accident.

They ruined people's hedges, took food from vendors without paying, knocking people over, destroyed private property, etc. Secret accidentally pushed Penny into a mud puddle.

"Sorry!" he shouted back to her.

After about an hour and a half of skating, Secret and Boo-Boo came upon a large ramp-like hill made of cement with a piece of wood nailed to the bottom. Secret found himself mysteriously drawn to it.

Boo-Boo, noticing Secret's reaction, simply explained, "Dead Man's Drop."

"What?"

"Dead Man's Drop. That's what we call it."

"I'm going down it."

Boo-Boo, understandably, freaked out in his own way, "Secret! The last guy who went down nearly died! Bunny, as you may know is made of tough stuff, landed in the hospital! Literally AND Figuratively!"

Secret, turning to face the young bear, got down to his knees to get Boo-Boo's eye level and quietly said in a serious voice, "Boo-Boo, look at me. Just look at me. I'm going down that hill," and so he did, much to Boo-Boo's horror.

"Oh, I can't look!" shouted Boo-Boo, looking away but, couldn't keep his eyes away for long. He saw that Secret was coming down fast as the hill got steeper and steeper. Suddenly, Secret's backpack transformed in a jetpack, as if he need more speed, and suddenly, he was up in the air, practically tasting clouds!

Then, everything changed when the jetpack shut itself off and Secret began to plummet toward the ground.

Boo-Boo, understandingly freaked out but, immediately sprung into action. He quickly skated to the area where Secret is most likely to land, near a road. Luckily, no cars where passing by.

Secret, as he fell closer and closer to the ground, managed to grabbed hold of one of his many gadgets: a custom-made grenade and quickly used it. It exploded and turned into a big pile of hay, the perfect cushion for this situation. Thorough, as he landed, he quickly ran off the street as a truck was heading his way.

Boo-Boo, staring wide-eyed, shouted in his face, "Are you insane?! You almost got run over!"

Secret, nonchalantly getting the hay out of his fur, said, "Guess my jetpack has a few bugs to work out," then quickly inspected the scene, "Great, I lost my skateboard."

"Secret, you were just launched up into the air, nearly went splat on the road, almost got run over by a frickin' truck, which either way, you should be roadkill right now, and you're worried about your board?!"

"Maybe, I should call Morocco and get him to help me again," Secret thought out loud, "No wait, I don't have his number. I could always call Bunny."

"You ARE CRAZY!"

Secret, turned to him to say, "No, I am not crazy, I'm probably one of the most normal people in town despite my issues. Besides, if I was crazy, then I would reveal some of my deep dark secrets like-," he paused for dramatic effect, "me taking a liking to dancing a jig in my undies."

"You wear undies?"asked Boo-Boo, missing the point.

"Not usually... and don't believe everything you hear."

"Sooo... you're saying that you do dance in your undies but you don't usually wear undies or that you don't dance in your undies but, you do wear undies."

"Ah, forget it!"

Boo-Boo simply continued, "Does that mean that those shorts you wear are your undies?"

"Boo-Boo," Secret explained, exasperated and mildly embarrassed, "I watched 'Risky Business' last night!"

"So?"

"That's where I got the 'dancing in my undies' thing from! I made it up!"

"Okay," replied Boo-Boo, before asking, "Would you want to?"

"What?"

"Would you want to dance in your undies like in the film?"

"You're asking me if I would to dance in my undies? To 'Old Time Rock n' Roll?" Secret asked out loud, scratching his head, thinking about it, "Hmmm... Maybe but, probably after I move into an apartment and I'm alone with no one there to watch me."

"Cool, I guess,' replied Boo-Boo, laughing on the inside while looking casual like Joel Hodgson in space.

"Yeah but I want my board."

"Well, I can help," said Boo-Boo, pointing to a spot on the nearby sidewalk with a yellow paw print, asking, "You've seen this mark all over town right?"

"Yeah, I've seen it," answered Secret, "What about it?"

"Well, not many people know this but the prints are to show that there are nearby skateboards... for skateboard related emergencies."

"Huh? Thanks, Boo-Boo."

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So Secret and Boo-Boo went back to skating. They taught each other some new tricks and were heading back into town when Secret spotted something- more like someone passed out on the ground. Skidding into a stop, the two take a look.

"It's Morocco!" shouted out Secret.

"Look!" added Boo-Boo, pointing to a nearby flipped over skateboard, "Your board!"

"So, that's why he knocked out! It's my fault!"

Boo-Boo then cried out, "But look! He's waking up!"

Morocco, eyes fluttering open, groaned in pain, "Ow,...my tooth," with a noticeable lisp, even more than Blabber Mouse's.

"You okay?" asked Secret, helping him up.

Morocco simply groaned in pain, rubbing his mouth, nodding. When he moved his hand away, it was obvious that he had lost a tooth.

Suddenly, a phone's ringtone, 'Idiot Control', was playing. Secret and Morocco both stared at Boo-Boo, who was busy fumbling with his phone. Finally, he answers.

"Talk to me... Hey, Yogi! What's up?... You want me to go along with your latest crazy scheme? May I bring a friend or two?... No? Fine."

Boo-Boo, hanging up, turned to the guys, saying, "Sorry, guys, Yogi wants me," and skateboarded away.

After watching him go, Secret grabbed Morocco's arm, leading him away, saying, "I know a guy who can fix this. Come on."

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Later, Secret walked Morocco home after helping him.

"Gee, Secret, that was awfully nice of you."

"Thanks, and you do look pretty impressive with that gold tooth," replied the squirrel, "Chicks dig that stuff."

"Where did you get the money for it anyway?" Morocco asked, ever so curiously.

"I get a big check every month, Mom calls it 'an allowance', but most of it goes into either my trust fund or some charity. The rest I keep for myself but, now I'm broke."

"I'm sorry, Secret."

"It's fine," replied Secret, holding his hand up.

After some silence, Morocco said, "It was uncalled for when you kept making fun of my lisp."

Secret looked at him and said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist."

"And you really have to imitate it?"

"Sorry."

After more moments of silence, Morocco joked, "Maybe, you should get some gold teeth like me."

Secret then shook his head, saying, "Nah, I already have metal in my mouth, thanks to the braces. I don't need anymore."

When they got to Morocco's front door, Secret turned and walked away.

"Don't you want to come inside, Secret?"

"No, I have to get home."

"Well," said Morocco, saddened by this news, "See you in school tomorrow?"

"See ya."

To Be Continued...

There was some references to stuff I like (a song, some movie, MST3k, etc.) but..., enough about that. See ya later, dudes.