A/n: there is a new story about Fillmore,
{that 'I'm currently developing} when he and the rest of the Safety Patrol
are in High School. There are new couples, new battles between friends, new
pranks, new people and a brand-new principal to deal with.
{I actually have to give credit to one of my friends BleezebubX for giving me this idea. Do you guys like this idea? Please tell me!! Should I continue working on it?} {Everyone please read my a/n at the end of this story}
To tell you the absolute truth, I think this part is kind of stupid and VERY short. I'm sorry, but I've been really busy w/ all the end of the year stuff at school to write much more than this lately. I really hope that you guys like it and that this chapter doesn't really bite...Oh, I've been really busy that I have to cut down the chapters because I can only do a little at a time. Anyway please enjoy my stories.
PS: Vicki and Teazer please e-mail me at SandRini@Tds.net!! I really want to hear what you think about the story where Everyone is in high school. I have a ton of ideas. I mean if this idea hasn't already been taken by someone.
Chapter THREE
"A Difficult Discovery"
Ingrid, Wayne and O'Farrel woke up to find themselves all bound and gagged. They all had splitting headaches. Where the heck were they? How long had they been unconscious? What was going to happen to them next? Were they close to finding Fillmore and solving this case?
"Have a good nap, Officers?" the first cloaked figure asked, as the four- people approached them. The cloaked figures seemed to smile. Finally the two people that had been in their hair for years were going to pay dearly. They'd been waiting for this moment for a long time and now it had come.
They desperately needed backup. The three of them couldn't possibly escape because they were greatly outnumbered. There had to be a way to get out of here. They found their communicators half way across the room. They couldn't call for backup when their communicators were over there by the door. Fillmore walks over to them and throws his toothpick a Ingrid. "Being on the Safety Patrol was fun. But It's just not my cup of tea." Fillmore says, laughing.
Wait a minute; Fillmore was turned back to his old self again? How the heck did these people manage to do that to him? Now this was a catastrophe. How could he become a criminal again? He and Ingrid had solved so many cases together and busted so many people. What the heck had made him turn back to the life of crime?
Wayne remembered when he drafted Fillmore into the Safety Patrol and how much trouble he really was. They all thought that they had turned his life around. Now when he was caught, he didn't know how much detention time Fillmore was going to get.
Fillmore walks over to Wayne while snickering. "Well, Mr. Goodie two-shoes.
I've played your game for years. I pretended to be your friend. I can't believe I tricked all of you into thinking you turned my life around. It's so funny!" Fillmore laughs. Fillmore and the rest of his gang head for the door. As they head for the door, one of them slaps Fillmore on the back and says "You did a bang-up job". Then they disappear out the door.
Wayne's and Ingrid couldn't believe this was actually happening. Ingrid noticed O'Farrell rocking from side to side in his chair frantically trying to get free. Unfortunately he knocked his chair over on the side and started to wiggle on the ground like a snake.
Now how was he going to get out of here? He couldn't go anywhere. Ingrid heard what sounded like someone hitting on something. When she looked in Wayne's direction, she found he was hopping in his chair straight for the bomb. Ingrid wondered what the heck he was doing. He was tied to a chair, what could he possibly do when he's all tied up?
Was he going to sacrifice his life for all of them? Speaking of this, were they going to die right here. Ingrid looked back at Wayne. It looked like Wayne was trying to decide what to do with the bomb. Ingrid decided she couldn't just sit here and do nothing. She started hopping in her chair over to the bomb.
If they wanted to get out of here alive, it looked like they were going to need to cooperate. Ingrid watched as Wayne started kicking at the bomb. She was still a little confused at what he was trying to do. She watched Wayne kicking the bomb towards the small indoor pool. Abruptly she realized what he was trying to do and started helping him.
She checked the clock. They had 3 minutes left until this thing went off. Could they get it to the pool before that happened? Or would they be blown to smithereens? Ingrid and Wayne took turns kicking at the bomb and trying not to get to go off. Inch by inch they got it closer to the pool. It was their only change to make sure it didn't go off.
They continued to kick it towards the pool while O'Farrell struggled to get up off of the floor. O'Farrell couldn't believe he was on the floor. He was so embarrassed. How come these things just happened to happen to him? Why did he always find himself stuck in these odd situations? How on earth did he get stuck in some of these situations anyway?
Ingrid and Wayne continued to kick the bomb closer and closer to the pool. 1 minute left until the bomb blew up. Were they going to get it into the pool? Wayne kicked it again and it was almost in the pool. They had less than one minute. Now they really had to hurry! Ingrid kicked it before Wayne could kick it again. Wayne kicked the bomb, and then Ingrid kicked the bomb. They continued to take turns.
They were kicking at the bomb quicker now. They absolutely had to get this bomb in this pool. They weren't about to end their lives right here, right now. Well, if they could help it. They still had so much to live for and so much of their lives left. Ingrid wasn't about to give up! Especially since her partner was out there and something was wrong with him. She had to live so that she could find out what was wrong with Fillmore. There was absolutely no way that she was just going to let Fillmore continue the way he was heading! He had shown her so much and was a very close friend to her.
Wayne kicked the bomb even closer to the pool. Ingrid felt as though they were never going to get this thing in the pool and that they would never be safe. They really needed a faster way to get the bomb into the pool. But they were tied to these stupid chairs. What else could they do? Wayne kicked it once again. He was getting tired, Ingrid could tell that. She was actually getting tired of this too. However they couldn't stop here if they wanted to live. Although they couldn't talk, it was like they knew what the other one was thinking.
Ingrid considered this really weird because that usually only happened between her and Fillmore. Until she moved here, she never felt this close to anyone before! Oh sure she always had friends but they were never very close to her. They would find out more about her, and then they would ignore her. They would judge her by her looks and her interests. That's the one thing that set Fillmore apart from anyone else. He never judged her by those things! It seemed like she'd found someone else that was more like Fillmore than she knew!
Wayne kicked the bomb a little further. Ingrid then kicked it and then Wayne. She had to admit that this was taking forever! She heard O'Farrell still struggling behind them. He was kicking and turning frantically still trying to escape. O'Farrell might as well just give up because it was going to be nearly impossible for him to get up now!
Wayne kicked it! Now it would need one more kick and it would be in the pool! Then they would be secure! Ingrid jumped with her chair towards it, knowing that they only had seconds left before they were blown to smithereens. Wayne watched as Ingrid got awfully close to the pool. Ingrid got close enough and kicked the bomb into the pool. Unfortunately she didn't watch were she was going and fell into the pool with the bomb.
Wayne frantically jumped over to the edge of the pool. All that could be seen was her shadow! Now he had to hurry! Wayne reached frantically for his back pocket and tried to reach for his pocket knife. After many failed attempts he finally got to it and frantically started cutting the rope. When he got free he jumped into the pool and disappeared too.
If they didn't get out of there quickly, they would surely die! No one would be able to survive the force of the bomb that close. Under water, Ingrid held her breath while she frantically tried the ropes. She suddenly hit the bottom of the pool. The chair tipped over leaving her in an unfortunate situation. She knew the bomb was right next to her, was she going to escape?
Suddenly she saw Wayne swimming for her. She was glad to see that he was free. But could he set her free? She watched as Wayne picked the chair up and started working on the rope with his pocket knife frantically.
Was this going to work? After a few minutes, Ingrid started loosing consciousness. She could still feel Wayne pulling the ropes, trying to get her free. She was now struggling to keep consciousness. She was drowning! Ingrid fought to try and not let herself slip but eventually everything went black.
Frantically Wayne pulled at the ropes cutting them free with his knife. Finally Wayne got her hands and feet free. He grabbed her body and frantically swam for the surface. Would they make it to the surface before the bomb went off? Did they have enough time to get to the surface?
The top of the water seemed to be so far away! He kept swimming, also loosing consciousness as he swam. Were he and Ingrid going to drown down here? No, he couldn't think that way. He needed to stay positive or else they would never get out of this alive.
He continued swimming. He had to make sure that they both got out of this alive. This wasn't the time or the place to give in and give up on Fillmore. They both needed to live so that they could help Fillmore out and bust these cloaked figures. Slowly felt him self getting lightheaded and loosing consciousness.
Finally he broke through and reached the surface. He swam to the edge of the pool, carrying Ingrid and climbed out. Wayne carried the both of them as far away from the pool as possible.
He got half way to the wall when the bomb exploded under the water. A lot of the water from the pool flew high into the air. Before they knew what was happening, the water poured down on them drenching them!
Wayne turned back to Ingrid, who was still lying there motionless on the ground. Was she all right, or had they lost an officer? "Ingrid?" Wayne called. He started CPR on her. If they lost her, then it would be a very sad day for everyone at the Safety Patrol. She'd been with them for so long and it would be hard to say goodbye to such a great officer like herself.
"Ingrid? Ingrid? Are you there?" Wayne asked, continuing to do CPR on Ingrid. "Breathe Ingrid! Breathe" Wayne begged as he continued. On the other side of the room, a totally drenched O'Farrell still struggled with the ropes on the floor. Wayne could hear O'Farrell's muffled calls from across the room.
To Be Continued
{I actually have to give credit to one of my friends BleezebubX for giving me this idea. Do you guys like this idea? Please tell me!! Should I continue working on it?} {Everyone please read my a/n at the end of this story}
To tell you the absolute truth, I think this part is kind of stupid and VERY short. I'm sorry, but I've been really busy w/ all the end of the year stuff at school to write much more than this lately. I really hope that you guys like it and that this chapter doesn't really bite...Oh, I've been really busy that I have to cut down the chapters because I can only do a little at a time. Anyway please enjoy my stories.
PS: Vicki and Teazer please e-mail me at SandRini@Tds.net!! I really want to hear what you think about the story where Everyone is in high school. I have a ton of ideas. I mean if this idea hasn't already been taken by someone.
Chapter THREE
"A Difficult Discovery"
Ingrid, Wayne and O'Farrel woke up to find themselves all bound and gagged. They all had splitting headaches. Where the heck were they? How long had they been unconscious? What was going to happen to them next? Were they close to finding Fillmore and solving this case?
"Have a good nap, Officers?" the first cloaked figure asked, as the four- people approached them. The cloaked figures seemed to smile. Finally the two people that had been in their hair for years were going to pay dearly. They'd been waiting for this moment for a long time and now it had come.
They desperately needed backup. The three of them couldn't possibly escape because they were greatly outnumbered. There had to be a way to get out of here. They found their communicators half way across the room. They couldn't call for backup when their communicators were over there by the door. Fillmore walks over to them and throws his toothpick a Ingrid. "Being on the Safety Patrol was fun. But It's just not my cup of tea." Fillmore says, laughing.
Wait a minute; Fillmore was turned back to his old self again? How the heck did these people manage to do that to him? Now this was a catastrophe. How could he become a criminal again? He and Ingrid had solved so many cases together and busted so many people. What the heck had made him turn back to the life of crime?
Wayne remembered when he drafted Fillmore into the Safety Patrol and how much trouble he really was. They all thought that they had turned his life around. Now when he was caught, he didn't know how much detention time Fillmore was going to get.
Fillmore walks over to Wayne while snickering. "Well, Mr. Goodie two-shoes.
I've played your game for years. I pretended to be your friend. I can't believe I tricked all of you into thinking you turned my life around. It's so funny!" Fillmore laughs. Fillmore and the rest of his gang head for the door. As they head for the door, one of them slaps Fillmore on the back and says "You did a bang-up job". Then they disappear out the door.
Wayne's and Ingrid couldn't believe this was actually happening. Ingrid noticed O'Farrell rocking from side to side in his chair frantically trying to get free. Unfortunately he knocked his chair over on the side and started to wiggle on the ground like a snake.
Now how was he going to get out of here? He couldn't go anywhere. Ingrid heard what sounded like someone hitting on something. When she looked in Wayne's direction, she found he was hopping in his chair straight for the bomb. Ingrid wondered what the heck he was doing. He was tied to a chair, what could he possibly do when he's all tied up?
Was he going to sacrifice his life for all of them? Speaking of this, were they going to die right here. Ingrid looked back at Wayne. It looked like Wayne was trying to decide what to do with the bomb. Ingrid decided she couldn't just sit here and do nothing. She started hopping in her chair over to the bomb.
If they wanted to get out of here alive, it looked like they were going to need to cooperate. Ingrid watched as Wayne started kicking at the bomb. She was still a little confused at what he was trying to do. She watched Wayne kicking the bomb towards the small indoor pool. Abruptly she realized what he was trying to do and started helping him.
She checked the clock. They had 3 minutes left until this thing went off. Could they get it to the pool before that happened? Or would they be blown to smithereens? Ingrid and Wayne took turns kicking at the bomb and trying not to get to go off. Inch by inch they got it closer to the pool. It was their only change to make sure it didn't go off.
They continued to kick it towards the pool while O'Farrell struggled to get up off of the floor. O'Farrell couldn't believe he was on the floor. He was so embarrassed. How come these things just happened to happen to him? Why did he always find himself stuck in these odd situations? How on earth did he get stuck in some of these situations anyway?
Ingrid and Wayne continued to kick the bomb closer and closer to the pool. 1 minute left until the bomb blew up. Were they going to get it into the pool? Wayne kicked it again and it was almost in the pool. They had less than one minute. Now they really had to hurry! Ingrid kicked it before Wayne could kick it again. Wayne kicked the bomb, and then Ingrid kicked the bomb. They continued to take turns.
They were kicking at the bomb quicker now. They absolutely had to get this bomb in this pool. They weren't about to end their lives right here, right now. Well, if they could help it. They still had so much to live for and so much of their lives left. Ingrid wasn't about to give up! Especially since her partner was out there and something was wrong with him. She had to live so that she could find out what was wrong with Fillmore. There was absolutely no way that she was just going to let Fillmore continue the way he was heading! He had shown her so much and was a very close friend to her.
Wayne kicked the bomb even closer to the pool. Ingrid felt as though they were never going to get this thing in the pool and that they would never be safe. They really needed a faster way to get the bomb into the pool. But they were tied to these stupid chairs. What else could they do? Wayne kicked it once again. He was getting tired, Ingrid could tell that. She was actually getting tired of this too. However they couldn't stop here if they wanted to live. Although they couldn't talk, it was like they knew what the other one was thinking.
Ingrid considered this really weird because that usually only happened between her and Fillmore. Until she moved here, she never felt this close to anyone before! Oh sure she always had friends but they were never very close to her. They would find out more about her, and then they would ignore her. They would judge her by her looks and her interests. That's the one thing that set Fillmore apart from anyone else. He never judged her by those things! It seemed like she'd found someone else that was more like Fillmore than she knew!
Wayne kicked the bomb a little further. Ingrid then kicked it and then Wayne. She had to admit that this was taking forever! She heard O'Farrell still struggling behind them. He was kicking and turning frantically still trying to escape. O'Farrell might as well just give up because it was going to be nearly impossible for him to get up now!
Wayne kicked it! Now it would need one more kick and it would be in the pool! Then they would be secure! Ingrid jumped with her chair towards it, knowing that they only had seconds left before they were blown to smithereens. Wayne watched as Ingrid got awfully close to the pool. Ingrid got close enough and kicked the bomb into the pool. Unfortunately she didn't watch were she was going and fell into the pool with the bomb.
Wayne frantically jumped over to the edge of the pool. All that could be seen was her shadow! Now he had to hurry! Wayne reached frantically for his back pocket and tried to reach for his pocket knife. After many failed attempts he finally got to it and frantically started cutting the rope. When he got free he jumped into the pool and disappeared too.
If they didn't get out of there quickly, they would surely die! No one would be able to survive the force of the bomb that close. Under water, Ingrid held her breath while she frantically tried the ropes. She suddenly hit the bottom of the pool. The chair tipped over leaving her in an unfortunate situation. She knew the bomb was right next to her, was she going to escape?
Suddenly she saw Wayne swimming for her. She was glad to see that he was free. But could he set her free? She watched as Wayne picked the chair up and started working on the rope with his pocket knife frantically.
Was this going to work? After a few minutes, Ingrid started loosing consciousness. She could still feel Wayne pulling the ropes, trying to get her free. She was now struggling to keep consciousness. She was drowning! Ingrid fought to try and not let herself slip but eventually everything went black.
Frantically Wayne pulled at the ropes cutting them free with his knife. Finally Wayne got her hands and feet free. He grabbed her body and frantically swam for the surface. Would they make it to the surface before the bomb went off? Did they have enough time to get to the surface?
The top of the water seemed to be so far away! He kept swimming, also loosing consciousness as he swam. Were he and Ingrid going to drown down here? No, he couldn't think that way. He needed to stay positive or else they would never get out of this alive.
He continued swimming. He had to make sure that they both got out of this alive. This wasn't the time or the place to give in and give up on Fillmore. They both needed to live so that they could help Fillmore out and bust these cloaked figures. Slowly felt him self getting lightheaded and loosing consciousness.
Finally he broke through and reached the surface. He swam to the edge of the pool, carrying Ingrid and climbed out. Wayne carried the both of them as far away from the pool as possible.
He got half way to the wall when the bomb exploded under the water. A lot of the water from the pool flew high into the air. Before they knew what was happening, the water poured down on them drenching them!
Wayne turned back to Ingrid, who was still lying there motionless on the ground. Was she all right, or had they lost an officer? "Ingrid?" Wayne called. He started CPR on her. If they lost her, then it would be a very sad day for everyone at the Safety Patrol. She'd been with them for so long and it would be hard to say goodbye to such a great officer like herself.
"Ingrid? Ingrid? Are you there?" Wayne asked, continuing to do CPR on Ingrid. "Breathe Ingrid! Breathe" Wayne begged as he continued. On the other side of the room, a totally drenched O'Farrell still struggled with the ropes on the floor. Wayne could hear O'Farrell's muffled calls from across the room.
To Be Continued