Me: Gasp!
Tara: What now?
Me: I just thought of the most embarrassing thing…
Tara: I have a feeling it involves Kimbly and Dynamite…
Me: How did you know Tara? You're good! Sarcasm! this is part eleven… part ten isn't done yet… this is for the nice reviewer who suggested I humiliate Kimbly
Caught in the Act: Kimbly the Illiterate Pyro
Kimbly Yawned. He was in an Adult Education class… learning how to read… Poor Kimbly never learned how when he was in grammar school. Kimbly scratched his head as he looked at the book he was supposed to be reading. "Fuck this…" Kimbly muttered and got out of his seat and left. The psycho Pyro stretched for a moment he hated that class soooo much, but he kept forcing himself to go. Kimbly wanted to blow something up… as much as he wanted to destroy the school, he didn't, instead he wandered Central city's streets, until he came upon Alex Armstrong.
"Helllllooo Major…" Kimbly said with a slight grin. Armstrong knew that grin but politely smiled back.
"Hello Crimson… where have you been all day?" the Major asked.
"Schoooll…" The crazy arsonist said his grin turning into a smirk.
"Adult Ed? Why do you go?"
"I can't read very well…" the Crimson Alchemist replied.
"Are you serious? How did you pass your alchemy exam?"
"I can't tell you…" Kimbly said his smirk replaced with a crazy smile. "Soooooo Major, whatcha dooooin?"
"I'm working. Like you should be… Don't you have someplace to be?"
Kimbly shook his head. "I don't think so… Can I make something explode?" he asked and this time Armstrong had to smirk.
"Find me some Dynamite and we'll see…" The major said and Kimbly skipped off whistling. Armstrong chuckled it would be funny to see if the illiterate alchemist found actual dynamite.
-A Few minutes later…-
"Dynamite…. Hmmm…" Kimbly picked up a red stick with a fuse at one end. "These are some funny candles… De-Na-Me-Tay?" Kimbly shook his head. "Crazy people… oh, to hell with this shit…" Kimbly took several of the "Candles" in his hand and walked outside with them stuffing all but one in his pockets. The Arsonist looked skeptically at the "Candle" and shook his head. "and people think I'm nuts… who's ever heard of a candle company named 'De-Na-Me-Tay'?" Kimbly grumbled and went to tell the Major that he was going to make an old abandon building implode with Alchemy.
Note:
De-Na-Me-Tay comes from the movie "Hoodwinked" I hate that commercial… But I decided to make it something Kimbly says… and to let you lovely and awesome reviewers know… I never meant that he couldn't read, he just can't read very well… and so… he thinks Dynamite is candles… gotta love commercials that are so retarded you remember them without error…
End note and back to Humiliating Kimbly…
Kimbly smiled at the Major when he found him again and told him he found some "De-Na-Me-Tay" candles and the major chuckled and approved his plans to blow something up via Alchemy.
Now… What really happened to Lab no.5? well…. Kimbly did it…
Kimbly waltzed over to a place next to the Central City prison and smiled. The place was falling apart. "I'm gunna have a feeeeelllldddd day with this…" Kimbly said and smiled insanely as he lit a "candle" from his pocket. The fuse sparked and crackled. "What the hell?" The arsonist thought and then it dawned on him. De-Na-Me-Tay was actually Di-na-mi-te… "Holy crap!" he said running around with the explosive in hand. He finally threw the stick at the decrepit building and a huge crimson blast demolished the building to a pile of pebbles. Kimbly smiled then made a face like a kid looking at a sparkly object. Armstrong came up behind the arsonist.
"Now you know the difference between 'De-Na-Me-Tey' and 'Di-Na-Mi-Te', correct Kimbly?"
"De-Na-Me-Tey is my friend…" Kimbly said taking out another stick and rubbing his face against it lovingly. "New toys…" He said and skipped off.
Me: O.o…
Tara: Oh My God!
Me: LOL!
Reviewers: That was short…
Me: Well… I'm running on a full bladder…
Tara: TMI kate…. TMI…
Me: Shrugs Hope you crazy arsonist lovers enjoy!