"Ron!" Kim said, sitting down at the lunch table. "I swear...I did not take
your naco to go!"
Ron eyed her distrustfully. "You took it!" he accused. "Everyone likes the naco-and now you, my best friend, have stolen my naco from Bueno Nacho!" At this point, he was screaming loudly, and Kim ducked her head as the other kids stared at him.
"Ron," she muttered, poking at her mystery meat, "sit down now." "Or what?" Ron asked wildly. "You'll keep stealing my nacos and chimmeritos? Oh, no, Kim-this stops now!"
At that point, Rufus awoke from Ron's pocket, and yawned loudly, then burped. He covered his mouth with a sheepish grin.
Ron looked at him and sniffed. "I smell naco." Rufus cowered a bit, and pulled out a naco wrapper.
"No!" Ron sat down with a thud. "It can't be!" Nodding and chattering, his eyes downcast sorrowfully, the naked mole rat pulled out a packet of Diablo hot sauce, and looked up apologetically.
"Rufus...you...you ate my naco?" Ron asked, nearly speechless with disbelief. Rufus nodded again in shame. "Well, I'm glad to know where we stand!"
"Ron!" Kim nudged his shoulder. "Look, there he is again!" "Who?" Ron asked. "The man who I saw earlier!"
Ron looked over at table nine, and saw a hooded man eating a sandwich. "Like the dark, mysterious look," he complimented. "But the tuna salad- yeah, that's gotta go."
"Ron!" Kim said, annoyed. "Focus! I mean, this guy has been following me like all morning." "So just ask him what he wants," Ron shrugged, licking the mystery meat tentatively, then set it back down on his plate.
"You're right." Kim drew a deep breath. "It's probably nothing, he probably just wants directions," she tried to convince herself. She cleared her throat, and made her way over to table nine.
But when she was almost there, some cheerleaders bustled in front of her. "Hey, watch it-excuse me, coming through!" But by the time Kim had made it through the crowd of girls, it was too late. The mysterious stranger had disappeared again.
She made her way back to the table dejectedly. "Almost had it!" she moaned into her hands as Ron chomped cheerily on some peppermints, having rejected the mystery meat as being too...well...mysterious. (A/N: yes, I know I have been using the word mysterious a lot, sorry! It ends now.)
"Ah, well, you know what they say, KP," Ron said. "No, what do they say?" Kim retorted. Ron thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, I'm not really sure. I'll let you know when I remember." The bell rang, and Kim gathered up her tray, dumped the untouched cafeteria lunch in the trash, and continued about her day. However, she was unprepared for what would come next."
Ron eyed her distrustfully. "You took it!" he accused. "Everyone likes the naco-and now you, my best friend, have stolen my naco from Bueno Nacho!" At this point, he was screaming loudly, and Kim ducked her head as the other kids stared at him.
"Ron," she muttered, poking at her mystery meat, "sit down now." "Or what?" Ron asked wildly. "You'll keep stealing my nacos and chimmeritos? Oh, no, Kim-this stops now!"
At that point, Rufus awoke from Ron's pocket, and yawned loudly, then burped. He covered his mouth with a sheepish grin.
Ron looked at him and sniffed. "I smell naco." Rufus cowered a bit, and pulled out a naco wrapper.
"No!" Ron sat down with a thud. "It can't be!" Nodding and chattering, his eyes downcast sorrowfully, the naked mole rat pulled out a packet of Diablo hot sauce, and looked up apologetically.
"Rufus...you...you ate my naco?" Ron asked, nearly speechless with disbelief. Rufus nodded again in shame. "Well, I'm glad to know where we stand!"
"Ron!" Kim nudged his shoulder. "Look, there he is again!" "Who?" Ron asked. "The man who I saw earlier!"
Ron looked over at table nine, and saw a hooded man eating a sandwich. "Like the dark, mysterious look," he complimented. "But the tuna salad- yeah, that's gotta go."
"Ron!" Kim said, annoyed. "Focus! I mean, this guy has been following me like all morning." "So just ask him what he wants," Ron shrugged, licking the mystery meat tentatively, then set it back down on his plate.
"You're right." Kim drew a deep breath. "It's probably nothing, he probably just wants directions," she tried to convince herself. She cleared her throat, and made her way over to table nine.
But when she was almost there, some cheerleaders bustled in front of her. "Hey, watch it-excuse me, coming through!" But by the time Kim had made it through the crowd of girls, it was too late. The mysterious stranger had disappeared again.
She made her way back to the table dejectedly. "Almost had it!" she moaned into her hands as Ron chomped cheerily on some peppermints, having rejected the mystery meat as being too...well...mysterious. (A/N: yes, I know I have been using the word mysterious a lot, sorry! It ends now.)
"Ah, well, you know what they say, KP," Ron said. "No, what do they say?" Kim retorted. Ron thought for a moment. "Come to think of it, I'm not really sure. I'll let you know when I remember." The bell rang, and Kim gathered up her tray, dumped the untouched cafeteria lunch in the trash, and continued about her day. However, she was unprepared for what would come next."