JJ: Hello everyone! I'm back!
Crimson: We've been busy.
JJ: No, I've been busy. You were sleeping on the couch.
Crimson: So?
JJ: Anyways, I'm sure the people who read this are mad that it has taken so long for an update. So to get rid of the aggression, I will now have Crimson be attacked by a number of little kids hyped up on sugar, with baseball bats.
Crimson: What? Can we talk about this?
JJ: Too late.
(Numerous sugar-crazed kids attack Crimson)
Kids: WHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Crimson: AAAAHHHHHH!!!
JJ: There, all better. Now, on with the story. Oh, I also don't own Pokemon, GTA, Nerf, and any other product or show in this story.
"I dare you to say it again". "Yeah?" "Yeah!" "Pika-you moron, pika-you!" The fight that had broken out had escalated from shouting to smacking. Tony and his men were trying to break up the fight, but no one noticed or heard them. "I'll take you out with my double slap!" "I got some Power Ranger moves with your name on them!" It didn't help either when one of the kids grabbed a pillow off the sofa. "Fireball attack", yelled the kid as he flung the pillow across the room.
*KKKKSSSSSSSHHHHH*. Jimmy leapt ten feet into the air. He was really nervous. Maybe starting that fight wasn't the best idea. He had finally decided on which door, and his hand was so close to the knob before that crashing noise. He didn't want to get caught; it would be dangerous to play outside ever if he did. But if he didn't succeed, those pictures those girls took would be shown to everyone. Both fates were worse than a time out. Jimmy grabbed the knob and slowly opened the door.
*PPHHHHHHAAAAAA*. Tony put his raised arm down. It was holding the air-horn his dad used to warn everyone of door-to-door salesmen and police. Everyone stopped fighting and looked at Tony. "Enough!" he shouted, "are we here to fight or to do business?" The bigger kids set the smaller kids down. Another kid got back up after playing possum to avoid getting smacked. Everyone brushed themselves off and sat down. "Now then", continued Tony "before we get to buying, I have an important message to tell all of you. Since Jimmy isn't here, now's the perfect time. Jimmy is going to be the decoy for operation 'Piñata'." "Pin-ya-tah? Peanuta? Pikachu?" said some of the kids as they tried to pronounce it. "Yes, Piñata. Jimmy is going to be the stick that will break open the colorful object-being-held-up-by-a-rope of our dreams". "Eh, boss. What on earth is a piñata?" "Were you not listening to my speech? Never mind, the point is is that Jimmy is going to get us the biggest helping of candy ever." "Even more than what we got on Halloween?" asked a kid. "More than all the holidays combined". After Tony said that, the group of kids was getting anxious to hear about the plan. "More candy than all the holidays combined?" "Man with that much chocolate…" "Pika?" "Sugar…good…" said some kids amongst themselves. Tony quieted the group down so he could be heard. "You guys want the candy? The listen up, this is how it's going to work…"
This was not Jimmy's day. First, he's threatened by girls, and then he is forced to betray his first boss. Now he was staring into the barrel of an Air shooter 2000 Nerf gun, it looked custom made. The person with the drat gun motioned him in. Crap…
JJ: Crimson seems to be unconscious at the moment, so to end the story this time, I have a small preview of what is coming up next. In the next chapter, there will be captives, evil laughing, and a kid who really needs to cut down on sweets.
Adios.
