I recently rewatched Randy Cunningham, and this idea hit me out of nowhere after watching the Ninjafan episode. Luckily for me, it's around Halloween, so it's just the right time for this idea.
This takes place sometime after Ninjafan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja.
The Krakenstein roared, bringing both fists down to smash the Ninja. Said masked hero dodged the attack with a backward flip, calling out, "Ninja flip!" Once he landed in a crouched position on the street, he straightened himself out. "Really? Krakenstein on Halloween?" he asked incredulously, pointing his blade at the mindless monster. "Isn't that a bit cliche?"
The Krakenstein roared, bringing both fists down to smash the Ninja. Said masked hero dodged the attack with a backward flip, calling out, "Ninja flip!" Once he landed in a crouched position on the street, he straightened himself out. "Really? Krakenstein on Halloween?" he asked incredulously, pointing his blade at the mindless monster. "Isn't that a bit cliche?"
The monster growled in what he guessed was disagreement, its jaw open and dripping a nasty, slime-green liquid before it charged him. The Ninja reacted quickly, slicing at the fist that was heading towards him. The blade cut through its arm with ease, and its fist hit the pavement, spilling more green goo onto the road, and causing Krakenstein to let out an enraged and pained roar. "Ninja slice!" Randy swung the sword again, this time straight through the monster's torso. At first, there was no obvious damage, not even a cut, but after a moment, the monster's top half began to slide off, eventually clanging to the ground with its lower half following just a second later.
The trick-or-treaters and party-goers surrounded the Ninja, all cheering for their hero's victory. Randy waved at the kids, many of them students from the school, smiling and enjoying the attention. One of the kids broke out of the crowd and embraced the Ninja in a hug. "O-M-squee! Ninja, you are the brucest!" Rachel squealed gleefully, squeezing him just a little harder in her excitement. "You totally saved Hug-a-ween!"
"Oh, hey, Rachel!" he started a bit awkwardly having not expected her to suddenly hug him in front of a whole crowd. "It was my pleasure," he put on his overly deep heroic voice in an attempt to recover from the slightly awkward and embarrassing moment that was still going on.
The girl pulled away from him, still smiling broadly, allowing Randy could see her costume better. Her last costume had been something like a rabbit-plush with a red dress, but this year her costume was more like a yellow cheerleading outfit with cat-like bits added, including a tail attached to her belt, puffy, paw-like gloves, pink markings on her face to resemble whiskers and a spot around one of her eyes, yellow-tinged, metallic cat ears connected to a metal headband, and a little bell hanging from the collar of her top. All things considered, he couldn't say it didn't suit Rachel. "Wanna stay for the party? We've got squee-dorable cookies," the brunette held up a cat-shaped cookie in one of her hands.
As if on cue, Howard appeared behind the girl, looking annoyed as he pointed to a nonexistent watch on his wrist. Before the Krakenstein came out and forced Randy to Ninja out, he and Howard were on their way to hit up all the haunted houses that had been set up for a competition, and clearly, his friend was uninterested in humoring Rachel's Hug-a-ween over getting the juice scared out of him at some epic haunted houses. "Uh, sorry, but I really should go," the Ninja threw a thumb over his shoulder and took a step or two back like he was going to leave. "Might attract some more monsters if I stick around too long, y'know?" he gave a forced chuckle at his own joke to make it seem more legit.
"Alright," Rachel's smile didn't falter, and her chipper attitude persisted as always, which Randy was thankful for. "If you can't stay, can you at least give us a squee-dorable nya for Hug-a-ween?" she held up one of her paws close to her face and curled her fingers so that her hands resembled paws even more than they already did.
The moment she finished her sentence, Howard paused right in the middle of pointing at his invisible watch, and his annoyed expression was replaced with a steadily growing evil grin. "Huh boy," Randy muttered to himself, knowing what he was in for. Ever since the Ninjafan incident, he felt obligated to do what Rachel asked, partly because they were only ever small things that threatened his pride, like the hug earlier, and partly because of guilt. Howard was more than aware of this and wasn't above taking advantage of it for his own amusement.
His chubby friend slinked past the girl and draped an arm over the hero's shoulder. "Yeah, Ninja," he started slowly, his expression a mixture of amusement and smugness. "Give us a super cute nya," Howard mimicked the hand motion Rachel had done.
Randy glanced around to find many expectant gazes on him, including that of Rachel's. It looked like the entire crowd was waiting for him to do as requested. He also saw a few phones out, one of which he recognized as Howard's, no doubt recording just in case he actually did it. He resisted the urge to sigh in defeat, knowing there was no getting out of it now. He cleared his throat in preparation since he was planning to only do this once and then never again. Curling his fingers, he pulled his hand up close to his face and said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, "Nya~"
Howard snorted before slapping his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. A few others in the crowd were suffering the same fate, covering their mouths in the nick of time to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter. Rachel, on the other hand, was overjoyed. She clapped her paws together and squealed, "That was beyond squee-dorable!"
The Ninja forced another chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck out of sheer embarrassment, "Yeah… Smokebomb!" With that, their hero was engulfed in the pale red smoke, and as expected, it was gone once it cleared.
Later that same night, Howard replayed the video he had taken of the Ninja and burst into yet another fit of laughter so hard that he fell over. Randy groaned, leaning his head into his hand with an exasperated expression. "C'mon, Howard. It's not that funny."
"It so is, Cunningham!" he gasped in between laughs. "Oh, I didn't think you'd actually do it," he wiped a tear from his eye. "I mean, I knew you'd do basically anything for Rachel, but that!" He laughed even harder, much to Randy's annoyance. After a moment, his laughter wound down into just a few gasps. "I guess we should call you the Nyanja from now own," he joked with just a hint of seriousness.
"No!" Randy shot to his feet, knowing full well that Howard could and would start something. Even if Heidi wasn't keen on Howard being involved in her show, if he suggested that name to her, he could kiss any recovery of respect goodbye. "Howard, don't you dare!"
The shorter of them narrowed his eyes, a smug grin growing on his face as if challenging the other boy to try and stop him. Suddenly, he got to his feet and took off for the door, with Randy following after him just a second later. "Stop me if you can, Cunningham!" he taunted as he stayed just ahead of his lanky friend, fully prepared to run all the way to his own home and deliver his new nickname to Hiedi for her webcast.
Well, that's all I got. Not sure where this idea came from or why I felt so compelled to write it, but I hope it was enjoyable! I had a lot of fun writing this random idea.
Edit: While adding Rachel's reaction, I was an idiot and accidentally deleted the paragraph where Randy nya'd. I can only hope and pray to God I don't look totally brainless.