DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE: METAL FIGHT

This is the "long" story I was talking about in Chapter 33, the food fight, raisins, and baboons wearing hippie glasses.

... It's actually not very long... =^.^=

"RYUGA!" Mom screamed. "HURRY UP!"

I bounced out of bed enthusiastically. The clock on my nightstand read 10:26 am. "We're really going to the zoo?"

She poked her head into my room. "Yes, we are. Now, get dressed."

I nodded and grabbed a rumpled change of clothes from the floor. I slipped on the clothing hurriedly, ignoring the fact that the knees of my jeans were ripped and had grass stains on it, and that one sock was black, and the other one was gray with a hole on the toe. Then, I lifted my Beyblade equipment off my bedpost and fastened it around my waist.

Mom, Ryuto (four years old), and Miyako (three years old) were already waiting in the living room. I put on my shoes, not even bothering to tie the shoelaces.

"C'mon!" I yelled.

Before I knew it, we were standing at the zoo entrance. Mom paid for the tickets.

"What do you wanna see first?" she asked.

"I wanna see the lions," Ryuto said.

"Snakes," I suggested. "But I didn't eat breakfast."

Mom sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "Then we go to the cafeteria."

We bought a hot dog, some orange juice, and tons of other foods that little kids shouldn't eat for breakfast.

I bit into the hot dog eagerly.

Suddenly, a burger hit me smack in the face. I nearly toppled over. Miyako was grinning in manical delight at me, her tiny hands smeared with mustard. "Ashhole!" she squealed.

I opened my mouth, about to yell at her (and correct her pronunciation of the synonym for butthole), but a scream stopped me from doing so.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Ryuto shrieked, and before Mom could stop him, he hurled a plastic cup of coffee at some random guy, who laughed and and threw a pancake at a couple across the room.

All hell broke loose.

Mom bolted out of the cafeteria, taking a strangely-cheerful Miyako with her. I barely dodged a PB&J sandwich as it whizzed past my head, and winced as I stroked my hair and discovered some sticky grape jelly in it. Then there was that pizza slice that hit me smack in the face.

The things that people eat so early in the morning these days...

I grabbed Ryuto's hand and dragged him outside. I sneezed, and blood flew out of my nostrils and splattered onto the ground. I looked closer.

It wasn't blood. It was tomato sauce.

A couple of black-clothed men were running towards us from the main building, carrying suspicious duffel bags.

It's obvious that they're robbers, I thought, spotting a shiny coin bounce out of a tear in one of the bags. Dumb robbers.

"Let it rip!" Mom launched Nightmare Rex at them, but they ducked, and the red Bey smashed a hole into the primate cage.

So a few minutes later, souvenir photos included a dozen monkeys chasing a family of four through the zoo, probably attracted to our food-covered clothes. We ran past a stand, with hippie teenagers selling tie-dyed T-shirts, peace signs, gaudy necklaces, and at least an apartment's worth of colorful, unattractive sunglasses.

I looked behind us. The hippies were yelling at us, and the monkeys now sported a nice, rainbow-colored assortment of accessories.

A chimpanzee wearing multicolored glasses with round lenses crashed into a trash can, then decided against chasing us and went for the easy meal - the stinky food in the garbage. Half of his friends followed, but the others seemed to think that fresh food was better.

Mom screamed as she grabbed a lamppost, swung herself, and made a U-turn, heading back to the cafeteria.

Good news: the primates seemed to have tackled both robbers to the ground and were bouncing around, tearing up money and pulling boxes of raisins out of the fat thief's pockets. They (the animals) screeched in delight and stuffed themselves silly with the food.

The scrawny, chicken-legged robber got up and tiptoed towards the exit, a handful of bills shoved into his clothes.

Mom vaporized out of nowhere and trapped the guy's neck between a triangle of knives and a wooden pole.

Miyako cheered and spat on the fat robber. "A**hole," she gurgled.

I slapped her.