A Strange Adventure

By NocturneD III a.k.a. WINGZ

Note: Thank you both Strickland Propane and Dead Composer for reviewing this rather crude story, glad you guys liked it or one of you I can't really tell with DC's but I do agree with you. It's a little cruel but that's how I write my comedy half of the time plus it's kind of hard to make fun of a kid's show without stating the obvious and what you think about the characters. I try to keep everything with the teen rating but notice I don't go into extreme detail like describing what Mr. Ratburn's body looks like so if I did then it would pump it up to mature in what I'm not really aiming for. My definition of crude is going into extreme detail.

I really like to use Family Guy and Futurama kind of comedy so if anyone finds the comedy of not what he or she like then you don't have to read the story anymore, I'm not forcing you to read it but really I like to write and for the fun of it.

Rated: PG-13 (Some violence, some adult language, overuse of flashbacks)

As the day dragged on like any other day, the children were in their seats trying to complete the in class assignment by their teacher; Mr. Ratburn who became a nudist as of this day. Buster gave his notice to Mr. Ratburn that he won't be in for the rest of the week, and as meek as Mr. Ratburn is, he gave the rabbit boy the assignments he would be missing out on. With the stunned looks on his face, yes Mr. Ratburn is the same with giving long assignments, the rabbit boy sighed looking at the page of assignments the rat has written down for him.

With the last few minutes of class the children paid attention to the clock to strike three o clock, Arthur really wanted to leave as with Buster had to go straight home to meet his father then travel to the airport with him, the Brain as quick as he can finished the last page of his in class assignment making more free time for himself to play his new video game he just bought, Francine just wanted to play sports as usual. The clock read two fifty nine as everyone but Mr. Ratburn sat at his desk grading papers like he does usually, Binky from finally coming back the bathroom was chewing on the end of his pencil and staring up the clock like everyone else.

"Jeez, for a Monday it is pretty slow." Arthur thought to himself, throwing the stuff he needed from his desk into his book bag and zipping it back up. The clock finally struck three, the children raced out of the classroom and bolted outside.

Buster said his goodbyes and promised he'll bring something back from San Andreas for everyone. Arthur quickly raced home to beat his little sister; D.W. to the television set before she turns on Mary Moo Cow only to find out that she beat him, Arthur sighed and sat next his little sister not saying anything. Better to not say anything rude or it will just set off the other person that is what Arthur learned over the months from his sister. D.W. fiddled around with the remote controller trying to find anything she would like and drive her brother nuts and screaming from the room. For her luck nothing ever since she hasn't really heard the woman who did Mary Moo Cow got arrested for doing something awful.

"Just not the same without Mary Moo Cow." D.W. whined a little.

"Meh, stuff comes and goes on TV." Arthur said.

"But why Mary Moo Cow? What has she done?" D.W. Questioned.

"Uh. I guess she was getting old for television." Arthur tried his best to not say what happened in the news recently about her idol. "I remember her being on before you were even born practically, just guess she doesn't want to do shows anymore."

"Fine, but it's not like her to leave without telling her fans again." D.W. tried to argue but it felt like it wasn't going to do anything.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, seeing D.W. in her state and not wanting to make it worse than it already was Arthur got up from the couch and went to the front door. Opening the door Arthur looked to see it was a man around the same height as his father, same species, wearing a lot of black leather from his jacket, pants, boots, jacket was open to reveal a white shirt with a logo of a shadowed women with a circular object must meaning the sun. Arthur looked up to see the details of the man's face to see, he had blue eyes, a scar on his left cheek, blond chin hairs, his blondish and brunette mixed hair was pulled back into something like a tail. Noticing he did carry a file with him so must mean that he wasn't there to kill someone.

"Uh can I help you?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah uh. I was wondering if I had the right house, does a Jane Read live here?" The leathered man asked in a kind of gruff tone.

"Uh. Yeah why?" Arthur asked.

"She said she would help me with my taxes…" The leathered man replied. "So does she live here or not?"

"MOM!" Arthur hollered.

"What?" His mother replied while in the kitchen.

"Some guy wants to see you!" Arthur called back. Arthur's mother came out of the kitchen wearing her usual clothing but had yellow rubber gloves covering her hands and still soak and wet.

"Oh, hi Darien. I'm just finishing up some house work, can you wait in the family room for a minute I'll go and get everything set up in the kitchen." Jane instructed, the leathered man went into the family room and sat down next to D.W. who looked at him oddly.

"Hello!" D.W. greeted cheerfully.

"Um. Hi kid…" Darien replied trying to sound friendly.

"My name is D.W., what's your name mister creepy man?" D.W. asked curiously but not in a polite kind of way.

"My name is Darien, an old friend of your mother." Darien replied, cringing his face a little.

"Where'd you get that scar?" D.W. asked.

"Knife fight in prison. I sta… I uh, got into an accident that's all." He replied.

Meanwhile Buster was already with his father in their plane with the band they travel around with consisting of Mora, a bunny girl with short brunette hair and some reason likes to wear denim jackets and Carlos, a rather cliché person who likes to wear all the cool fashion, very tall, and shoulder length dark brown hair.

"So where are we heading this time?" Carlos asked while still sitting in the back lying on the white seat.

"Going to Los Santos of San Andreas. My uncle lives down there in the suburbs in a small neighborhood, pretty much going to be visiting him and staying with him for a night." Buster replied.

"Carlos I can't believe you forgot about the concert we're going to playing in Las Ventures, the Four-Dragons Casino remember?" Mora reminded her co-worker a little angrily while playing around with a red guitar.

"I heard a lot of bad things go down in Los Santos Buster. It's the place where that Mary Moo Cow thing was holding up a connivance story, got into a highway speed chase, then caught and beaten like an animal." Carlos explained while still lying down comfortably and closing his eyes. "Then uh. Shot a couple of times because she wouldn't give up without a fight. Then got into another speed chase, car exploded when she hit an oil truck at full speed. All they found left was the mask of the cow, saved it from being severally burned though"

"Carlos, what the hell kind of story is that to tell to a kid?" Mora shouted a little pissed.

"What? Just saying what happened, it's either tell him what happened or he's going to find out for himself how graphic the thing was." Carlos defended himself.

"How much blood?" Buster asked.

"Lots." Carlos replied.

"CARLOS!" Mora hissed.

"What?" Carlos asked innocently and shifting his shoulders.

A couple of hours later the plane landed at the Los Santos airport and did what was instructed by the operator on the transmitter. Landing safely and storing the plane in a huge locker hold where they could get it later, the crew didn't have a lot to bring but one or two suitcases each. Buster brought along his trusty camera and started video taping random things in the airport and anything else he found interesting, calling for a taxi Buster reunited with the crew and his father and got in taking them directly to uncle Johnny's house. Taking one look out the neighborhood Buster kind of remembered all the small buildings and cliché houses looking almost similar to each other depending on what neighborhood you lived in.

Finally making it to their destination something looked awfully wrong with the four police cars out in the front yard and driveway. Along with the yellow police tape of not crossing it, the taxi stopped on the opposite side of the road to let everyone off. Buster's father paid the driver but who was also curious decided to stay in the taxi. Buster and his father approached the house to see a police officer guarding the door looking bored.

"Sorry folks. Can't enter." The officer explained.

"What happened? Is my cousin Johnny alright?" Buster's father asked.

"I'm sorry sir. He's dea..." " Maybe you and your kid here should leave and go stay in a motel not to far from here and…" The door he was guarding opening to reveal another cop and leaving the door open where Buster was still videotaping with his camera the officer. Though Buster didn't quite catch onto what the first cop said, he was still interested of what was going on inside. There were at least five police officers along with a detective with cat features looking at the body. Covering it with a blanket trying to glance at the body and throwing it back not to try to be disgusted.

"Okay gentlemen we got ourselves a case here. After looking at the body we see a couple gunshot wounds and a foot long submarine sand wedge stuck in his mouth. What could this mean?" The detective asked.

"Uh… Something tells me it was the work of a gunman and shot the victim a couple of times before he could even take a bite out of the sand wedge." A duck-man suggested.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious Johnson." The detective added.

"Hey cool a sand wedge." Buster said, finding the sand wedge on the floor and taking a bite out of it. "Mm."

"Hey kid that's evidence!" A cop tried to point out and take the food away from the rabbit boy.

To be continued…

"What will become of Buster, his father, and the band while they stay in San Andreas? Who is the guy in the kitchen with Author's mom? Will Mr. Ratburn at least put some pants on? Find out next time!"

Note: Well that chapter is a little better than the last one. Not a lot of crude humor but it had some humor; I'll try to do my best with this because I do plan on more. Also if anyone didn't notice there were some San Andreas names used such as Los Santos. Oh yeah and about the band that hangs out with Buster, I might of not of gotten their names right so please someone come out and help say who they are.