Crimson: JJ isn't here today, so I'll be doing the fic today.  Here it is

Jimmy pulled out an assortment of guns as he rushed toward the house.  The kids couldn't react in time to see the stream of bullets about to…

JJ: Sorry for that folks.  Crimson had held me prisoner in a closet.  He must really want to write this fic.  However, that is not the way I plan to write this fic.  So as punishment, I have locked Crimson up in the closet.  He is currently bound with lots of duct tape, and he will have to watch public service announcements and shows like Teletubbies until he learns his lesson.

*Muffled screams can be heard coming from the closet*

JJ: Anyways, on to the requested fic.

"Hey, Jimmy", yelled Tony "I got some good business, thanks to you".  Jimmy saw Tony and waved to him.  He hoped his nervous stomach would quit moaning, but he couldn't help thinking about what would happen to him if he got caught.  He noticed the kids lining up and asked Tony about it.  "These are some clients of mine.  They come around every now and then to, you know, 'trick or treat'".  Jimmy wondered what he meant by 'trick or treat'.  "We were just about to have a get-together, you should join us".  Jimmy agreed and headed inside.

The inside of Tony's house was very nice.  There was a big screen TV and plenty of toys and candy in the living room.  Tony's parents were out at the moment, but they knew that they could trust their little boy (I'm aware that this is something that shouldn't happen in real life, but this is GTA so it works).  There were about twenty kids that were there in total.  The age range was large.  There were 5 year olds and even some that were 10.  Man, did Tony have connections in the higher ups or what?  "Come on in and have a seat Jimmy.  I want to introduce you to my clients".  Tony called for everyone and everyone sat down.  "This is Jimmy.  He's my newest business partner.  I want you guys to treat him with respect".  The kids nodded.  "Now then, lets get down to business.  I hope you all have your money".  Jimmy noticed how much each kid had as they raised their hands that held their money.  There were as little as single bills but some had 5 dollars.  Now those kids had to be rich.  Jimmy decided now would be a good time to find the stash while Tony handled business.  He needed to make it sound like he would be gone for a while though so he wouldn't suspect anything.  "I really need to go man", said Jimmy as he held his hands between his scrunched legs.  Tony nodded as Jimmy left the room.

Now Jimmy had seen this coming.  He knew that Tony had hired hands to make sure nothing bad happened to his stash.  The guards had to be at least 8 years old.  They wore all black and had sunglasses on.  As for weapons they had an assortment of Nerf weaponry.  They stood there with stone cold expressions.  However, if they heard a noise close to certain bodily functions, they would turn their heads and try to cover their fits of laughter.  After that they would go back to their original stance.

Jimmy was upstairs now.  There were guards at two rooms, both having their doors closed.  This meant that one room had the stash, and the other was Tony's room.  He needed to distract the guards somehow, but they probably wouldn't budge unless a riot broke out.  That gave Jimmy an idea.

Jimmy ran back downstairs.  He kept out of sight has he changed the sound of his voice yelling "POKEMON SUCKS!" (This is not an expression of my thoughts).  At hearing this, at least half of the kids turned their heads and yelled back "WHAT WAS THAT?"  The kids who didn't yell either snickered or agreed.  The Poke gang, the group that shouted, was a big part of Tony's members.  They hated those who expressed such thoughts.  The Poke gang started attacking the other kids while Tony tried to keep the peace.  Jimmy ran upstairs and told the guards about the fight.  They quickly rushed down to stop the ordeal.  Now that the guards were gone, Jimmy had one last danger.  Tony's room was most likely rigged with an alarm to keep out intruders.  So Jimmy used the best and most logical thought process to choose which of the two rooms was the one with the stash of Pez, "Eeny meenie miny moe catch a tiger by his toe…

JJ: Learned your lesson Crimson?

Crimson: *comes out of closet having conniption fits*

JJ: That would be a yes.  Thanks to all the reviewers so far, and to those who motivate me to write/type.

Adios.