Chapeh two!

Evil Enemies.

A/N: MYES! This is chapeh two of The adventures of Timmy and Pustullio! IN this chapter you meet some people who don't like Timmy! I'm only writing this because my friends threatened me. Damn Cheesy and Ambo.

ANYWHO! Disclaimerydodad: I don't own nuttin' except the crap you don't recognize.

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After Timmy had left the dungeons (Professor Potter was beginning to freak him out, announcing he was the new Dark Lord and all)he decided to go outside.

"Why are we going outside?" Pustullio asked. Right now you're probably thinking 'OMGEH! THAT THING CAN TALK!' The answer to that is Yes, he can.

ANYWAY!

"Because I want to." Timmy answered.

"Ok then." Pustullio replied. Ok that was a lame conversation.

Anyway, moving on.

Timmy pushed open the big entrance doors and went outside. It was a lovely day; the sun was shining , the bird were singing, Timmy's enemies were walking towards him…

"Ah crap." Timmy muttered as three girls walked up to him, his most hated enemies; Cheesy, Ambo and Lemo. They were always looking at him and laughing manically. They were all weird looking too, Cheesy had spiky green hair and really light blue eyes, Ambo had multi coloured hair that changed every few weeks (she was a suspected Metamorphmagus) and violet eyes that also changed colour, Lemo was always dressed in black with black hair and green eyes, she was also very pale. All in all, they were weird. They could usually be seen inside a dark corridor listening to loud rock music. Usually System of a Down. It was miraculous that Lemo was even outside.

"Well if it isn't our favorite victim." Cheesy said looking at him with those creepy eyes. Timmy noticed she was wearing a muggle shirt with a picture of a piece of cheese on the front. As her name suggested, she was obsessed with cheese. Not that he was staring at her chest or anything...He just happened to notice. All three of the 'Trio of weird freaky freaks', as Timmy liked to call them, was obsessed with something weird. Cheesy had her cheese, Lemo had her lemons and Ambo loved pickles for some odd reason. So shouldn't Ambo's name be Pickly or something? Nah, that's just crazy.

ANYWAY!

"Victim? What, are you going to suck my blood or something?"

Cheesy laughed, rather evilly I might add. "Of course not! That's Lemo's job." Lemo grinned manically.

"O…k then…" Timmy said, looking around for an exit.

"Why are you looking around like that! It makes you look shifty…You're planning something aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" Ambo shrieked.

"Shhh, Ambo, calm down." Lemo said patting her friend on the head. "Timmy is far to stupid to be planning anything. We all know Pustullio is the brains behind the operation.

"Yes, the zit. POP IT!" Cheesy cried lunging at Timmy.

"NO CHEESY!" Lemo and Ambo shouted, grabbing her by the arms. "He's not worth it!"

Timmy screamed like a girl and ran away.

"Damn, you let him get away." Cheesy said after the other two had dropped her and she had fallen flat on her face.

"Of course we did." Ambo answered. "Today's Wednesday, you know there's no murder on Wednesday!" she said waggling her finger at Cheesy.

"Of course! How could I have been so stupid!"

"Can we go inside now?" Lemo asked. "I think I'm tanning."

So inside they went.