CHAPTER TWO
Hamtaro looked around. All was safe. He crept through the tunnels that lead to the clubhouse. He had loved the man's shotgun so much that he had made some hamster-sized weapons for himself. He had made:
Shotgun
Bazooka
MP5-A5
AK47
Flanges
Sword
Knifes
Chainsaw
He didn't have anywhere to put them. So he was going to hide them in the clubhouse.
He opened the clubhouse door and peered in. He had found a hole under a floorboard a couple months ago upstairs. He started up the ladder with his bag of weapons.
Once he got up the ladder he lifted up the floor board to put his stuff under it.
"What's all that?" came a voice from behind him.
Hamtaro stiffened then looked behind him to see Maxwell reading in a chair. Hamtaro hadn't seen him.
"Let me show you," Hamtaro replied menacingly, reaching into the bag.
Maxwell put his book down and stepped forward, curious to see the mystery. Hamtaro pulled out a sword and cut Maxwell's head off. Blood spurted everywhere and Maxwell's head rolled over to his book.
Hamtaro took Maxwell and his head and put them in a forest. Then he cleaned up all the evidence and his sword.
"Hamtaro, I need to talk with you about Bijou," Boss said that night, "Bijou was just in the closet writing poems about you in front of a statue of you made out of gum."
"Not my problem I'm hot," Hamtaro replied casually.
"Okay! You're going down!" Boss yelled.
Hamtaro ran up to his gun stash and grabbed the MP5-A5 and shot Boss. Blood went everywhere. Hamtaro laughed an evil laugh and put his gun away. Then he hid Boss in a cave.