Computer Thief!

Chapter Five

Sam's Solution

::UNPAUSE!::

The next day…

"Heh, heh. It may have cost my entire allowance for the next year or so, but it was worth it." Twister said as he walked out of the joke shop. He was carrying a box with him.

"With this Acme Joke Bomb, I'll scare Lars away from the computer for good! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" He laughed evilly. "If this one doesn't work, I don't know what will!" He made his way back to the house to make his final stand.

Once he got inside, he walked towards the office. The door was closed. Twister grinned as he opened the box and pulled out the bomb, which was your standard explosive device. Round, black, and had a fuse at the top. The teen pulled out a match and lit it. He then applied it to the fuse, creating a beautiful sparkle of death. With his weapon in hand, he kicked the door open.

"Ha! Defenseless! Surrender now or prepare to—Huh?" He looked around the office in confusion. Lars was nowhere to be seen. The computer was off at the moment. Twister grinned at his luck.

"Ahhh… It's nice to know that I don't have to worry about him for once." He walked over to the computer and turned it on. He sat down and set the bomb by the keyboard. The computer soon loaded.

"Guess I should go into that art program and deal with that video. I haven't done anything with it in about a week." He left the room to grab his camera. When he came back, he plugged it into the computer and opened the program. He was about to start editing when he noticed a loud hissing sound.

"Huh? Is there a snake in here or something?" The hissing continued. "I better take care of that. I hope it's not poisonous."

He got off the chair and crawled around the room, trying to find the source of the hissing. After a minute or two of searching, he didn't find anything. He shrugged and sat down again. The hissing continued. Twister groaned.

"Ugh! How's a guy supposed to get with the boy of his dreams if he can't even work!?" The hissing sounded very close. "Where the hell—Uh-oh…" He shifted his view a few inches to the right of the keyboard. His eyes widened.

THE BOMB WAS STILL LIT!!!!

"Oh crap!!!" He yelled as he picked it up. By now, half the fuse had burned up. Twister ran around the room, trying to find a safe place to place the bomb. He snapped his fingers after a few seconds.

"I got it! I'll just leave it here!" He placed the bomb by the monitor and walked away. He was almost out of the office when he stopped and slapped his head.

"Duh! The computer will get destroyed!" He grabbed the bomb and ran out of the room. He looked around frantically for a place to put it. He ran into the kitchen.

"Maybe the dishwasher!" He ran to the appliance and stuffed the explosive inside. "Whew…" He rubbed his forehead. His eyes quickly widened.

"Mom'll kill me if those dishes are trashed!" He pulled the bomb out and ran out of the house. He stood in the middle of the cul-de-sac as he looked around for a place to get rid of it.

"Oh man! What were they thinking, selling a bomb to a kid like me!?! Where am I gonna put this thing!?" The bomb was close to going off. He snapped his fingers.

"I got it!" He gave the bomb the wind up and tossed it high above him. He breathed a sigh of relief. "There. Now it'll blow up in the air."

Unfortunately, fate had other ideas. At the exact moment that Twister threw the bomb, a seagull was flying overhead. The black ball of doom bounced off the bird and landed in the boy's hands.

"Aw come on!" He ran around the cul-de-sac for a few seconds before he stopped and slapped his head. "Duh! It was a joke shop! Who'd sell a real bomb at a joke shop!? I bet this thing will probably just make confetti pop out or something."

And so, he allowed the fuse to burn up completely. A few seconds passed before the bomb glowed brightly. Twister's eyes widened as he turned to the camera.

"Why am I always wrong?"

::KABOOM!!!::

"AHHHHH!!!!" He screamed as he was shot up into the air. "It looks like I'm blasting off agaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiin!!!" He became a star.

::PAUSE!::

Izzy gave me a death glare as I chuckled nervously.

"Heh, heh… Oops?" I shrugged. He sighed.

"Ignoring the Team Rocket joke for a second, why did the bomb explode?" I shrugged again.

"Well, the brand was Acme. What'd you expect?"

::UNPAUSE!::

The star dissipated and a charred Twister plummeted towards the earth. Seconds later, he crashed through the roof of Sam's house. Surprisingly, he landed in the blond's room. The whole room was shrouded in dust and debris. When the dust settled, Twister was revealed lying on his back.

"What a trip…" He groaned. He tried to sit up, but there was a weight on him. "Oh great… What's on me?" He opened his eyes and looked. A dazed Sam was lying on top of him. His eyes were spinning.

"Oh… What happened?" The blond groaned. He blinked and found himself staring at the object of his affections. Twister returned the stare.

"Fancy meeting you here." He said nervously.

"Same here." Sam said with equal nervousness. They both stared deeply into each other's eyes. "So…"

"So…" Twister replied.

Both boys desperately wanted to close the distance and enjoy the feeling of the other's lips on their own. Unfortunately, they still had no clue about the other's feelings. With a silent groan of protest from the taller boy, Sam got up and helped Twister to his feet. They dusted themselves off. The blond looked around the room and grimaced.

From the hole in the roof to all the debris lying around, the room was a wreck. Strangely, the only thing that was still intact was Sam's computer. He scowled at the piece of electrical equipment before glaring at Twister. The taller boy shook under the intense stare.

"That's it, I'm ending this." He said as he grabbed Twister's hand.

"Wha?" Twister gave no protest as he was pulled toward the computer. Sam let go of him and pulled up two chairs.

"Sit." He ordered.

"But—" Twister stopped himself when he saw the cold glare the blond sent him. He complied and sat down. Sam sat at the other seat and booted up the computer. "Squid, I need to get back. I still got the computer until Lars shows up."

"No. You're staying here." Sam said icily. "I know a foolproof way to finish this and you're going to listen, GOT IT!?!?!" Twister gulped and nodded.

"Good. Now listen carefully. I have been trying to tell you that I know how to stop Lars from day one, but you didn't want to listen." Sam started. By now, the desktop showed up. "Watch carefully. Here's how it works." He moved the mouse cursor over to the Start button and clicked it. A menu popped up.

"First, you click on 'Control Panel.'" He clicked that icon and a window appeared. "Next, you click on 'User Accounts.'" Twister nodded as Sam clicked on the icon in question. The window changed.

"Click on 'User Accounts' again." Doing this caused a new window to appear. Sam moved the icon to the bottom of the window, which was a picture of Twister. The boy in question didn't notice it as Sam clicked that one. A bunch of options appeared.

"Then, you click on 'Create a Password.' After that, you enter a password in the two spaces provided." He did so. "Next, you click the bar labeled 'Create Password.'" He clicked that one and the window displayed a question.

"When it asks you if you want to make your folders and files private, click 'No.' Trust me, it'll make things easier."

"I trust you, Sammy." Twister said lovingly to himself as Sam clicked the icon in question. The window went back two screens to the one that had the options.

"Now this is the important part. When you are done using the computer, you MUST come back to this window and click on 'Remove Password.' If you don't do the procedure that appears, the computer will be locked when you shut it down and no one but you can get on it when it's turned on."

"So? Why can't I just leave it in?" Twister asked. Sam gave him an exasperated look.

"You're not the only one that uses the computer. Your parents use it too." He clicked the icon and typed in the password he created in the box that appeared. He clicked 'Remove Password,' causing the window to go back to the previous screen. He then redid the entire procedure, creating a new password.

"Now in order to successfully block Lars and anybody else, you have to do this as well." Sam went back to the desktop and right-clicked the middle of the screen. A little menu appeared by the mouse cursor. He clicked on "Properties." A small window appeared. It had several tabs on top. "Now, you click on 'Screen Saver.'" He did so and some options appeared.

"Now, you see the part that says 'Wait?'" He turned to Twister, who nodded. "You set it up so that your computer's screen saver comes on after a minute of inactivity. After that, you click the check box that's next to it. This will set it so that when the screen saver is turned off, you have to enter the password you created in order to reuse the computer." He set the computer exactly like that and closed the window. He then sat back.

"Now what?" Twister asked with confusion.

"Now we wait." Sam replied.

About a minute later, his computer's screen saver turned on. It featured some fish swimming around an ocean. After a few extra seconds of waiting, Sam moved the mouse. The screen saver turned off and a log in window appeared instead of the desktop.

"Go ahead. Enter a password." The blond said to the redhead.

"But I don't know it…" Twister replied. Sam sighed impatiently.

"Just do it." Twister nodded and reached over the keyboard. He typed up the first word that came to him.

'Squid.' He then pressed Enter. A box popped up. It read, "This password is incorrect. Try again."

"Woah! It works!" He said excitedly. Sam rolled his eyes, but nodded at his crush.

"Now all you have to do is set it up for your computer." Twister gave him a nervous look.

"I don't know… What if I forget how to do it?" He turned away. Sam gaped at him. The shocked look turned to a glare. He grabbed the other boy's shoulders and made him face him.

"Listen up. I've been ignored and interrupted too long for you to just give up! It's easy! It doesn't even take five minutes to do! You're gonna set up a password and you're gonna block Lars from coming on your computer while you're on! GOT IT!?!?!" He shook Twister a few times to make sure it stuck. When the room stopped spinning, the one in the striped hat nodded nervously.

"Good. Now get going. Mom's going to kill me when she gets back." Sam let Twister go. The taller one started walking out when he stopped.

"Oh, Sammy?"

"Yeah?" Twister turned and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Thanks for the help. I appreciate it more than you think." Sam blushed and turned away slightly.

"No prob. Now go do it."

"Yes sir!" Twister saluted before running out of the house. Sam stood there for a few seconds before a thought came to him.

"I was holding him…" He sighed happily as he fainted among the rubble.