A sticky situation

The Ninja jumps onto a lunch table and dodges a basket ball, "Okay, robot, you asked for it!" he launches himself off with blade drawn, shouting, "Ninja slice!" the robot cuts in two and falls. The Ninja smiles, "You just got..." a hatch opens in it's robo butt and coats him in goo, "Aww shnasty! You're the second robot to goop me." he tried wiping it off as everyone cheers. He looks at them, "Yes, I am awesome, and sticky. Very sticky. Smoke bomb!" he shouts pulling out a smoke bomb and disappears in a cloud of red fart.

Randy puts the Ninja mask in his pocket, "I gotta remember to clean my mask when I get home." he spots a fat, short kid and walks up ready with a left handed high five, "Hey, Howard, my man!"

Howard smiles and puts up his hand to receive, "Cunningham!"

Bucky comes running down the hall and bumps Randy's right arm with his left. The instant he touched, the goo glues them together, and Bucky drops his books, knocking them both to the ground with momentum. He gets up, partly dragging Randy as he did, "Sorry, Randy, I'm a little busy." he said trying to pick up his books.

Howard snaps at him, "Hensletter, you ruined a perfectly good high five!"

Randy tries pulling free, but merely yanks Bucky's arm around, "Uh, Bucky, I think I'm stuck to you."

Bucky looks at his arm and yanks it a bit, then concludes, "This is a sticky situation. Stuck to Randy zing!"

"Hey, Bucky?"

he looks at him, "Yes, Randy?"

"Could I have a privet conversation with Howard?" he asked embarrassed by the situation.

"Okay." he covers his ears and hums to himself.

Randy turns to Howard, "You know that robot from the lunchroom?"

"What about it?" Howard asked.

"I think the goop it farted at me was some kind of glue. So I think I'm going to be stuck for awhile." he said pointing at his arm.

Bucky stops humming, "Randy?"

Randy holds up a finger to his ear, "Not right now, Bucky, I'm talking to Howard."

not hearing a word he said, Bucky continues, "I have to go."

Randy groans and pulls both their arms away from his head, "Which is it?" Bucky thinks for a minute. Randy groans again, "How do you not know which one you need to do?"

he corrects him, "History class."

"I thought you needed to GO go." he looks at Howard, "Bucky will have to sit in your seat."

"But I'm in a different class!" Bucky states trying not to lose his books.

"Then we'll go to your class. See you Howard." they start heading off in one direction.

Howard grabs Randy and drags them the other way, "No, you're coming to OUR class. Hensletter can sit on the floor."

Randy looks at Bucky, "Sorry, Bucky. You don't mind, do you?"

Bucky sighs, "If I must."

Mcfist looks at Viceroy, "Why did you use goop again, Viceroy!? I wanted him destroyed, not goopy!"

"The goop is a special glue of my own design, sir." Viceroy stated crossing his arms, "When the Ninja gets sprayed, it'll glue his alter-ego to the first thing, or person he touches. It'll slow him down, and make him more identifiable. It only lasts twenty-four hours. Unless they generously pour glue remover all over it, then it'll come off by bedtime."

"Then we'll destroy the Ninja?"

he smirks, "Then we'll destroy tha Ninja, nah hah ha."

Randy sits in class with Bucky standing next to him and Howard sitting next to him. Mrs. Driscol looks up, "Hensletter, find a seat."

"I can't, Mrs. Driscol. I'm a little stuck at the moment." he explained holding up his and Randy's arm for her to see.

"Did you get into the craft glue again?"

"It's my fault, Mrs. Driscol." Randy said piping up.

She nods, then comments, "At least it's a glued arm and not glued teeth again. Someone give Hensletter a chair."

Bucky's actual desk-mate grabs his chair and gives it to him, "Here you go."

"Thanks." he sits in it and listens to the teacher.

After a few minutes, Randy leans behind Bucky and whispers to Howard, "So, wanna go to the Game-hole later?"

"What about your unwanted bracelet?"

"Don't worry, I'll figure out how to get him off during chemistry. If I can't, I'll just take him with us."

Howard mutters, "I don't wanna bring Hensletter to the dumb Game-hole..."

Bucky raises his left arm, nearly ripping Randy's right out of its socket, "I know the answer! I know it! I know it!"

Randy yanks Bucky's arm down in pain, "Raise your other arm."

Bucky looks at Randy's pain, "Sorry. I'm usually left handed." he shoots up his other arm, "I know! I know!"

Randy leans back again, "I just hope he doesn't get stanked."

"Hah! You and me both, Cunningham." Howard comments loudly.

"If I have to stop a robot, or someone get's stanked, I won't be able to do anything. You're going to have to be the ninja, Howard."

Howard leans closer to Randy's face and snaps quietly, "No way am I putting on that stupid ninja mask! Just make Bucky wear a blindfold." Bucky's eyes dart to the side upon hearing "ninja", but refrains from turning his head. The Nomicon flashes in Randy's jacket and he sits up.

He takes it from his pocket and looks at Bucky, "Mind if I take this?"

Bucky smiles, "Go ahead."

Randy blinks at that answer, then shloomps.

Randy drops onto a mountain side and fake dust falls off him. He jumps up and smiles with a rub of his hands, "It's so good to have my arm back. Okay, Nomi-cuz, whatcha got for me?" it shows a ninja and small child chained together climbing not far from him. The ninja finds a key in a hole, but his body was too big for it. He lets the child in and he retrieves it. The boy pops out and shows the key. A message appears above them in bright red letters. Randy reads, "A great ally is not always chosen by choice." then snaps, "What the juice, Nomicon! I was hoping you'd tell me how to get rid of Bucky so I can ninja!" he thinks for a moment, "Wait, I got it! The key! I bet that a key could undo the goo! Thanks, Nomicon, you always have the solution." he looks at the ninja and child glaring at him, then at the boulder coming at him. It flattens him, sending him away.

Randy wakes up and closes it, then looks around to see an empty classroom, except for Bucky who was still attached to his arm. Randy asks, "What time is it?"

Bucky's eyes un-glaze, "What? Oh! um... we're late for my Math class and your Spanish class."

"Why didn't you drag me to class!?" he snaps.

Bucky wrings his hands in shame, "I didn't want to disturb your nap."

Randy groans and drags Bucky to Spanish class, muttering, "And to think the Nomicon thinks you'd be a good ally."