A/N: Sorry, this chapters a little short, but Tudgemen's perspective moves
a little faster than the others. Also, thanks for all the great reviews
I've been getting. And yes, I do realize how evil it was leaving you at
that cliffhanger. BWA HA HA. Ahem. Now, on w/ the show, er, story!
The next morning, Tudgemen was up bright and early, as usual. He got another matrix like outfit on, and headed off to the Digital Bean. Again, he dealt with a few stares, but they didn't faze him. He entered the Digital Bean and sat down at a table. He wasn't there for long though, as he saw two familiar men enter the café. Tudgemen darted behind a pillar, out of the men's sight. He looked around the pillar, and could clearly see who they were.
He recognized them as the two men that ran away, after he ran into the man yesterday. He listened intently at their conversation.
"Yeah, like I was saying. We have to do something about that punk who got our boy thrown in jail." Said one man.
"Yeah, well, I think we should just teach the whole teenage population a lesson." Said the other.
"Well, what do you propose we do?"
"I say will hold em all hostage, then just start killing every last one of them."
"All right then. But, how do we go about it? We need a place where a lot of them will be."
Tudgemen's eyes got wider, as he watched the man pull something out of his pocket.
"You see this flyer? It's for the school dance."
"Oh, I gotcha."
"So during that dance. That's when we will pull it off?"
"Yeah!"
The man's leg moved over, as the man bent down to pick up something. He must have stepped on it.
"Hey, what is this thing?"
The man held a small dart in his hand. He examined it, and then chucked it into the trashcan. The two men walked out of the café, as happy as could be.
Of course, the same couldn't be said for the very freaked out Tudgemen. He ran out of the café, and quickly headed toward the police station. He looked at the trees as he passed by them, and saw many squirrels, attempting unsuccessfully to stare him down.
He burst into the station.
"Hey! I've got something to-"
"Oh will you stop your crap already?"
The warden walked over to Tudgemen.
"Your lucky we don't throw you into the slammer because of all the bull crap you waste our time with."
"But sir, this time it's-"
"I don't wanna hear it. It's always some crap about aliens, or ghosts, or stupid government cover-ups. Well, I'm not having our department waster our time with you anymore."
"BUT, SIR YOU HAVE TO LISTEN-"
"I don't have to listen to anything! Guard, take this idiot out of my sight. Make sure he doesn't come anywhere near this station again!"
Tudgemen got thrown out of the station, and now had no one to go to. No one was going to believe him, if even the cops were against him.
He ran home, and went into his backyard. He looked up into the trees and saw many a squirrel waiting for him. They all held up their acorns, more than ready to attack. Tudgemen held up his hands.
"Truce! Can we call a truce?"
The squirrels lowered their acorns. They jumped down, and encircled him. He bent down to their level.
"Now look. This Friday, there is going to be a big problem at the dance. I am going to need your help. Can we put our rivalry on hold for a bit, so we can deal with this?"
Hesitantly, the squirrels agreed, and Tudgemen went over his plan with the small rodents.
END OF CHAPTER 11. PLEASE REVIEW!!! SQUIRRELS ALL AROUND THE WORLD WILL REJOICE!!!
The next morning, Tudgemen was up bright and early, as usual. He got another matrix like outfit on, and headed off to the Digital Bean. Again, he dealt with a few stares, but they didn't faze him. He entered the Digital Bean and sat down at a table. He wasn't there for long though, as he saw two familiar men enter the café. Tudgemen darted behind a pillar, out of the men's sight. He looked around the pillar, and could clearly see who they were.
He recognized them as the two men that ran away, after he ran into the man yesterday. He listened intently at their conversation.
"Yeah, like I was saying. We have to do something about that punk who got our boy thrown in jail." Said one man.
"Yeah, well, I think we should just teach the whole teenage population a lesson." Said the other.
"Well, what do you propose we do?"
"I say will hold em all hostage, then just start killing every last one of them."
"All right then. But, how do we go about it? We need a place where a lot of them will be."
Tudgemen's eyes got wider, as he watched the man pull something out of his pocket.
"You see this flyer? It's for the school dance."
"Oh, I gotcha."
"So during that dance. That's when we will pull it off?"
"Yeah!"
The man's leg moved over, as the man bent down to pick up something. He must have stepped on it.
"Hey, what is this thing?"
The man held a small dart in his hand. He examined it, and then chucked it into the trashcan. The two men walked out of the café, as happy as could be.
Of course, the same couldn't be said for the very freaked out Tudgemen. He ran out of the café, and quickly headed toward the police station. He looked at the trees as he passed by them, and saw many squirrels, attempting unsuccessfully to stare him down.
He burst into the station.
"Hey! I've got something to-"
"Oh will you stop your crap already?"
The warden walked over to Tudgemen.
"Your lucky we don't throw you into the slammer because of all the bull crap you waste our time with."
"But sir, this time it's-"
"I don't wanna hear it. It's always some crap about aliens, or ghosts, or stupid government cover-ups. Well, I'm not having our department waster our time with you anymore."
"BUT, SIR YOU HAVE TO LISTEN-"
"I don't have to listen to anything! Guard, take this idiot out of my sight. Make sure he doesn't come anywhere near this station again!"
Tudgemen got thrown out of the station, and now had no one to go to. No one was going to believe him, if even the cops were against him.
He ran home, and went into his backyard. He looked up into the trees and saw many a squirrel waiting for him. They all held up their acorns, more than ready to attack. Tudgemen held up his hands.
"Truce! Can we call a truce?"
The squirrels lowered their acorns. They jumped down, and encircled him. He bent down to their level.
"Now look. This Friday, there is going to be a big problem at the dance. I am going to need your help. Can we put our rivalry on hold for a bit, so we can deal with this?"
Hesitantly, the squirrels agreed, and Tudgemen went over his plan with the small rodents.
END OF CHAPTER 11. PLEASE REVIEW!!! SQUIRRELS ALL AROUND THE WORLD WILL REJOICE!!!
