Mini-Shot 1
Dash As Fast As Prancer Prances
Smink hopped down the staircase, moving towards the door like a fox. The doorbell had rang, and he bloody well knew exactly who it was. If he didn't, he wouldn't have moved away from the bed in the PlayStation 2 room to open it, would he?
"Yo Mink, what's up?" Colin politely asked as he walked through the wooden doorframe and removed his jacket, which he hung on the nearest coat hanger on the wall next to him.
"Yeah, well, welcome to my house, now upstairs, quickly!" Smink replied, running back up the steps. All Colin could do in response was shrug and follow. He had no clue what Smink was up to, but it had to be something semi-important. Otherwise, Colin knew Smink wouldn't have expended any energy on it.
The two ran up the staircase to the second floor, and the PlayStation 2 room. This white room with a bed in the middle and a wooden TV cupboard over against the wall containing a TV and the PS2 was the room that they had most frequently inhabited. Andrew was playing "Devil May Cry", his newest game. The Smink sat down and picked back up the controller and became glued to it once more, as Colin sat next to him and sighed. "Is this it?" he asked.
"Yeah, this was it. Sorry if you thought it was important," Smink replied without moving his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I should have guessed. It couldn't be as important as Operation Dasher, because nothing is as important as that," Colin said with a smirk. That got Smink's attention quick. His curly blond haired head spun faster than a squirrel noticing an incoming predator. Colin knew that Operation Dasher was the one and only plan for Andrew, Mike, and Heffner, another one of their friends, to get a date for the upcoming Christmas Prom at the High School. They had named it Dasher because of the Christmassy tone of the name, and the race it took to get a date.
"It's not Dasher anymore. It's Prancer. You know we took Dasher out into the back and shot him," he replied with a laugh to Colin's attempt to start conversation.
"Oh, sorry about that. I didn't know we changed the codename. How are things going?" Colin said with a hint of sarcasm in the first sentence.
"Well, it's good. I still gotta ask Nikki," he said. Nikki being the very girl that he hoped would accept his invitation to the prom. The girl was only a freshman, but he wanted to take her anyway.
"Ok. How is it good if you still haven't asked her? Don't you have the guts?" Colin inquired. "NO! I just haven't. haven't seen her yet. that's all," Smink said sheepishly, screwing up at Devil May Cry. Colin's eyebrow shot up in an appraising manner and he laughed at the situation.
"Never fear Smink! You should ask her; she won't put you down! At least you have a date, right?"
"You're right about that. but."
"So? Call her."
"No. I don't know her phone number."
"What's that laying over there on the cupboard that says 'Nikki's Phone Number'?"
"Nothing for you."
"Come on."
"No, peer pressure isn't working."
"I order you to, as your commander."
"Nope. You're not pulling that order shit on me when I'm not in the suit."
Colin sighed. There goes his fun. And he wanted to see how Smink would react too. Down deep, however, Colin knew that Nikki would accept his invitation. There was absolutely no doubt about that. Well, now he needed a backup plan. He personally didn't want to sit there and watch Smink play. "Want to get Bevan and go to Burger King?"
"Eh, sure. I'm hungry for some fat," Smink replied. Colin nodded happily. Well, it was better than being in the house!
"So, thanks for picking me up," Kyle Bevan said to them as they pulled into the nearby Burger King in Smink's cute little blue compact car.
"Yeah, no problem. Lock your doors children. I don't want the CD player stolen," Smink said, taking off his glasses required for driving and getting out from the car. Smink lead, and Colin and Kyle followed suit.
"You missed it, Kyle. I tried to get him to call Nikki," Colin snickered.
"Bummer. I'm so ashamed. Why won't he call her?" "He's too afraid of being put down, when he isn't."
"But, he was put down like four times before."
"We're not gonna remember those cases. They don't count."
"Right, like your juvenile record doesn't count in court. until the pull it out and reveal it to the jury."
"Hey, hey, we're trying to connect Smink with a date. Not force him away from one."
"What's this about Smink and date?" Smink asked as he opened the door.
"Nothing," both Kyle and Colin said at the same time. They walked past Smink and into Burger King, both with the same innocent looks on their faces.
After about a minute of waiting in line due to the intensely crowded restaurant, the group finally made it close to the counter to order their food. Colin reached into his pocket and fumbled for his wallet, which he conveniently couldn't find. "Go in front Smink, I'll get it," he asked.
Smink shrugged and got in front. Finishing up ordering and going down to pick up his food, his comrades found something more worthy of viewing than the normalcy of the restaurant.
"Do you see what I see?" Colin said, hitting Kyle as he walked up to order.
"What?"
"Four booths over to your left. Pile of girls. Nikki herself in the middle."
"Holy crap! Score!" Kyle laughed. Colin was right. There, sitting in the sunroom of Burger King, munching down on chicken nuggets and fries, was Nikki herself. The perfect opportunity arose before Smink.
Both Colin and Kyle glared at Smink. After being off in la-la land for about a minute, Smink caught their glare and quickly scanned his surroundings, not knowing what was going on. Colin pointed a finger, and Smink followed the point to find Nikki. His eyes went wide and it looked like he was about to collapse against the counter in fright. If this moment wasn't so crucial, it would be funny.
Both Kyle and Colin mouthed the word "Go" to Smink. Smink shook his head wildly in response. They mouthed it again, this time more seriously. This time, Smink took his tray and ran off to a booth far away from the girls. Colin slapped his head and groaned as Kyle got finished ordering. "This is never going to work!"
Colin and Kyle sat down with Smink at the booth. Smink had his head down, and he had his mouth full with the Chicken Whopper he ordered. Both of his friends glared at him, knowing full well that this technique would get to him eventually.
"Nope, not going. Nope, nope, nope," Smink said, his mouth mostly full and the words coming out like gibberish.
"We decided we're gonna tie you up, duct tape your mouth shut, get a voice changer to sound like you. Then, we're gonna put you in front of Nikki, and use the voice changer to make sure you get a date with her," Kyle hypothesized.
"Not when you can't catch me. I'm going to get a drink." Smink replied, getting up with his empty cup. The two had failed again. Then, a light bulb went on in Colin's mind. He got up with a smart smirk, and followed Andrew to the soda machine. On the other side of that wall was Nikki herself.
Smink was pouring his soda when Colin appeared besides him with his big eyes and funny smirk. "NO, I'M NOT ASKING HER NOW!" Smink yelled back, getting vicious.
"Geez. Heck no, I wasn't gonna rag ya. I'm filling up my soda, thank you very much. Can't a guy do that anymore?" Colin asked, defensively.
"Well. Sorry, I'm on edge," he said. Colin nodded and quickly filled up his soda. He walked away, but stopped as he passed the entrance to the sunroom. "Hey, is that your mom?" Colin asked.
"Huh? Where?" Smink said, following Colin. Seizing the opportunity, Colin drove Smink into the sunroom, and ran out, leaving him standing there in front of Nikki, dumbfounded.
"Oh, hello Andrew," Nikki said to him as she smiled. The other girls looked at one another and left, considering they thought they knew what was about to happen.
"I. I. I.I." Andrew stammered. Nikki looked at him with an odd look, and she looked around at all of her friends leaving.
"Oh, don't mind them. Come on, sit down, I have some stuff to tell you about," she politely asked.
"Not right now." Andrew replied. Colin and Kyle poked their heads into the room, trying to see what was going on.
"Well, you don't want to hear what I have to say, but it looks like you have something to ask me," she said, smirking.
"Oh! NO! No! I would love to hear what you have to tell me! But. bu..but. couldyouliketogowithmetotheprom? I knowyou'rebusyandallbutwouldyouliketogo?" Andrew flung out in one huge breath.
"What?" Nikki responded.
"Oh, God, this is about as unromantic as it gets," Colin said, rolling his eyes. Kyle too the opportunity to snicker about the whole thing.
"I wish I had a camera. This is rich," he said.
"I. was wondering if you would consider going with me to the prom. I know you are busy and all, but please, I'm not forcing this upon you. I'll be ok if you say no. Really. And, it doesn't mean we're going out or anything," Smink said, slowing down his speech.
"Well. I'll think about it," she said, smiling to him. She checked her watch and her eyes went wide. "Oh, shoot! I have to go, sorry Andrew! See you tomorrow!" she said, picking up her stuff and leaving the room. Andrew stood there, hearts in his eyes, and completely in a state of out- there-ness.
Colin and Kyle entered the room, smiling at seeing what happened. "Well there stud muffin, you did a good job," Colin laughed.
"She's going to think about it. Wow." he said, totally out of it.
"Yeah, and you didn't even faint either!" Kyle announced, slapping him on the back. Immediately, Smink's legs turned to jelly and he collapsed onto the ground, letting out a quick, high-pitched laugh after hitting it with a loud thud.
"Um. that's not cool." Colin said, looking down.
It seems Smink has a chance at a date? Is our hero all right? And has he attained a date for the Christmas Prom? Find out in the next episode of, Section 32: Special Forces Unit!
Smink hopped down the staircase, moving towards the door like a fox. The doorbell had rang, and he bloody well knew exactly who it was. If he didn't, he wouldn't have moved away from the bed in the PlayStation 2 room to open it, would he?
"Yo Mink, what's up?" Colin politely asked as he walked through the wooden doorframe and removed his jacket, which he hung on the nearest coat hanger on the wall next to him.
"Yeah, well, welcome to my house, now upstairs, quickly!" Smink replied, running back up the steps. All Colin could do in response was shrug and follow. He had no clue what Smink was up to, but it had to be something semi-important. Otherwise, Colin knew Smink wouldn't have expended any energy on it.
The two ran up the staircase to the second floor, and the PlayStation 2 room. This white room with a bed in the middle and a wooden TV cupboard over against the wall containing a TV and the PS2 was the room that they had most frequently inhabited. Andrew was playing "Devil May Cry", his newest game. The Smink sat down and picked back up the controller and became glued to it once more, as Colin sat next to him and sighed. "Is this it?" he asked.
"Yeah, this was it. Sorry if you thought it was important," Smink replied without moving his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I should have guessed. It couldn't be as important as Operation Dasher, because nothing is as important as that," Colin said with a smirk. That got Smink's attention quick. His curly blond haired head spun faster than a squirrel noticing an incoming predator. Colin knew that Operation Dasher was the one and only plan for Andrew, Mike, and Heffner, another one of their friends, to get a date for the upcoming Christmas Prom at the High School. They had named it Dasher because of the Christmassy tone of the name, and the race it took to get a date.
"It's not Dasher anymore. It's Prancer. You know we took Dasher out into the back and shot him," he replied with a laugh to Colin's attempt to start conversation.
"Oh, sorry about that. I didn't know we changed the codename. How are things going?" Colin said with a hint of sarcasm in the first sentence.
"Well, it's good. I still gotta ask Nikki," he said. Nikki being the very girl that he hoped would accept his invitation to the prom. The girl was only a freshman, but he wanted to take her anyway.
"Ok. How is it good if you still haven't asked her? Don't you have the guts?" Colin inquired. "NO! I just haven't. haven't seen her yet. that's all," Smink said sheepishly, screwing up at Devil May Cry. Colin's eyebrow shot up in an appraising manner and he laughed at the situation.
"Never fear Smink! You should ask her; she won't put you down! At least you have a date, right?"
"You're right about that. but."
"So? Call her."
"No. I don't know her phone number."
"What's that laying over there on the cupboard that says 'Nikki's Phone Number'?"
"Nothing for you."
"Come on."
"No, peer pressure isn't working."
"I order you to, as your commander."
"Nope. You're not pulling that order shit on me when I'm not in the suit."
Colin sighed. There goes his fun. And he wanted to see how Smink would react too. Down deep, however, Colin knew that Nikki would accept his invitation. There was absolutely no doubt about that. Well, now he needed a backup plan. He personally didn't want to sit there and watch Smink play. "Want to get Bevan and go to Burger King?"
"Eh, sure. I'm hungry for some fat," Smink replied. Colin nodded happily. Well, it was better than being in the house!
"So, thanks for picking me up," Kyle Bevan said to them as they pulled into the nearby Burger King in Smink's cute little blue compact car.
"Yeah, no problem. Lock your doors children. I don't want the CD player stolen," Smink said, taking off his glasses required for driving and getting out from the car. Smink lead, and Colin and Kyle followed suit.
"You missed it, Kyle. I tried to get him to call Nikki," Colin snickered.
"Bummer. I'm so ashamed. Why won't he call her?" "He's too afraid of being put down, when he isn't."
"But, he was put down like four times before."
"We're not gonna remember those cases. They don't count."
"Right, like your juvenile record doesn't count in court. until the pull it out and reveal it to the jury."
"Hey, hey, we're trying to connect Smink with a date. Not force him away from one."
"What's this about Smink and date?" Smink asked as he opened the door.
"Nothing," both Kyle and Colin said at the same time. They walked past Smink and into Burger King, both with the same innocent looks on their faces.
After about a minute of waiting in line due to the intensely crowded restaurant, the group finally made it close to the counter to order their food. Colin reached into his pocket and fumbled for his wallet, which he conveniently couldn't find. "Go in front Smink, I'll get it," he asked.
Smink shrugged and got in front. Finishing up ordering and going down to pick up his food, his comrades found something more worthy of viewing than the normalcy of the restaurant.
"Do you see what I see?" Colin said, hitting Kyle as he walked up to order.
"What?"
"Four booths over to your left. Pile of girls. Nikki herself in the middle."
"Holy crap! Score!" Kyle laughed. Colin was right. There, sitting in the sunroom of Burger King, munching down on chicken nuggets and fries, was Nikki herself. The perfect opportunity arose before Smink.
Both Colin and Kyle glared at Smink. After being off in la-la land for about a minute, Smink caught their glare and quickly scanned his surroundings, not knowing what was going on. Colin pointed a finger, and Smink followed the point to find Nikki. His eyes went wide and it looked like he was about to collapse against the counter in fright. If this moment wasn't so crucial, it would be funny.
Both Kyle and Colin mouthed the word "Go" to Smink. Smink shook his head wildly in response. They mouthed it again, this time more seriously. This time, Smink took his tray and ran off to a booth far away from the girls. Colin slapped his head and groaned as Kyle got finished ordering. "This is never going to work!"
Colin and Kyle sat down with Smink at the booth. Smink had his head down, and he had his mouth full with the Chicken Whopper he ordered. Both of his friends glared at him, knowing full well that this technique would get to him eventually.
"Nope, not going. Nope, nope, nope," Smink said, his mouth mostly full and the words coming out like gibberish.
"We decided we're gonna tie you up, duct tape your mouth shut, get a voice changer to sound like you. Then, we're gonna put you in front of Nikki, and use the voice changer to make sure you get a date with her," Kyle hypothesized.
"Not when you can't catch me. I'm going to get a drink." Smink replied, getting up with his empty cup. The two had failed again. Then, a light bulb went on in Colin's mind. He got up with a smart smirk, and followed Andrew to the soda machine. On the other side of that wall was Nikki herself.
Smink was pouring his soda when Colin appeared besides him with his big eyes and funny smirk. "NO, I'M NOT ASKING HER NOW!" Smink yelled back, getting vicious.
"Geez. Heck no, I wasn't gonna rag ya. I'm filling up my soda, thank you very much. Can't a guy do that anymore?" Colin asked, defensively.
"Well. Sorry, I'm on edge," he said. Colin nodded and quickly filled up his soda. He walked away, but stopped as he passed the entrance to the sunroom. "Hey, is that your mom?" Colin asked.
"Huh? Where?" Smink said, following Colin. Seizing the opportunity, Colin drove Smink into the sunroom, and ran out, leaving him standing there in front of Nikki, dumbfounded.
"Oh, hello Andrew," Nikki said to him as she smiled. The other girls looked at one another and left, considering they thought they knew what was about to happen.
"I. I. I.I." Andrew stammered. Nikki looked at him with an odd look, and she looked around at all of her friends leaving.
"Oh, don't mind them. Come on, sit down, I have some stuff to tell you about," she politely asked.
"Not right now." Andrew replied. Colin and Kyle poked their heads into the room, trying to see what was going on.
"Well, you don't want to hear what I have to say, but it looks like you have something to ask me," she said, smirking.
"Oh! NO! No! I would love to hear what you have to tell me! But. bu..but. couldyouliketogowithmetotheprom? I knowyou'rebusyandallbutwouldyouliketogo?" Andrew flung out in one huge breath.
"What?" Nikki responded.
"Oh, God, this is about as unromantic as it gets," Colin said, rolling his eyes. Kyle too the opportunity to snicker about the whole thing.
"I wish I had a camera. This is rich," he said.
"I. was wondering if you would consider going with me to the prom. I know you are busy and all, but please, I'm not forcing this upon you. I'll be ok if you say no. Really. And, it doesn't mean we're going out or anything," Smink said, slowing down his speech.
"Well. I'll think about it," she said, smiling to him. She checked her watch and her eyes went wide. "Oh, shoot! I have to go, sorry Andrew! See you tomorrow!" she said, picking up her stuff and leaving the room. Andrew stood there, hearts in his eyes, and completely in a state of out- there-ness.
Colin and Kyle entered the room, smiling at seeing what happened. "Well there stud muffin, you did a good job," Colin laughed.
"She's going to think about it. Wow." he said, totally out of it.
"Yeah, and you didn't even faint either!" Kyle announced, slapping him on the back. Immediately, Smink's legs turned to jelly and he collapsed onto the ground, letting out a quick, high-pitched laugh after hitting it with a loud thud.
"Um. that's not cool." Colin said, looking down.
It seems Smink has a chance at a date? Is our hero all right? And has he attained a date for the Christmas Prom? Find out in the next episode of, Section 32: Special Forces Unit!