Trapped: Chapter 1

The Amazing Enoch and Roosevelt

"You lost the bet so you pay," Robin said triumphantly.

"I always lose the bet or whatever. Can you for once pay for yourself?" Zachery whined.

"You lost the bet." Robin glared.

"Ok ok."

It had been 2 months since the incident with Shou Shi. Thanks to Jay's sacrifice they didn't have to hide anymore. They were finally free. Nya was so distraught by the death of her husband that she retired from the ninja life, and went takeover her brother and sister in law's noodle shop to keep herself busy. Sally decided she wanted to continue in her father's footsteps and stay with the team. Terry was finding getting to know Cole rather difficult, but she was getting used to him being around. Sally finally got Zane up and running, and Zane was acting as their instructor of sorts. Everything was finally coming to a calm.

"I want Pistachio. You got it?" Robin asked.

"Got it," Zachery affirmed. They were walking down the streets of Ninjago making their way to their favorite ice cream place. Robin had bet that Blake wouldn't beat Sally in yesterday's practice, and as Robin predicted he lost. The condition of the bet was that Zachery would have to buy Robin ice cream, and that brings us to now.

"Welcome!" The lady at the counter smiled.

"Hi!" Zachery smiled back. "Uhmmm can I get pistachio and vanilla today?"

"Sure thing!" She said. "That'll be 8 dollars please." Zachery reluctantly handed over the 8 dollars.

"Thank you, and here you go!" The woman said handing them the ice cream. "Have a nice day!"

"You too!" Zachery said politely as he left the shop. He walked over to Robin sitting who was sitting on a bench near the shop and handed him his ice cream.

"Took you long enough," Robin grumbled.

"I wasn't that long," he said.

"Yeah, whatever." As soon as Robin got up to go a man ran into him knocking the ice cream out of his hand, and sending everything the man was carrying flying. "My ice cream," Robin whined.

"Désolée my boy." The man with a thick French accent said.

"Dezo what?" Robin asked confused.

"He said sorry," Zachery told Robin. "It's alright." He turned to the man with the accent accepting the apology.

"Shut up! No, it's not!" Robin snapped. "My ice cream is gone."

"My apologies." The man bowed.

Zachery bent down to pick up the stuff the man dropped on the ground. A particular sheet of paper caught his attention. Accompanied by a picture of the man the paper read:

Come see the world's greatest mime!

"Are you apart of a circus troop or something?"

"Oui! We used to be at least." The man said. It took a moment for Zachery to notice the other man who was completely silent. "Those days are long gone now. That is for our new street act. I am Enoch and he is Roosevelt."

"I'm Zachery and that's Robin, my brother," Zachery said pointing to the boy staring at the ground where his ice cream fell, sulking.

"Ravi de vous reencounter, monsieur." Enoch smiled. "What a coincidence that we both happen to be out with our brothers! You see, Roosevelt is my little brother. It seems we both have little brothers that we must talk for." For that comment, he received a glare from Roosevelt and Robin.

Robin folded his arms irritated. "He does not talk for me first of all! Second, I am his older brother! Third... I don't have a third."

"My apologies for the assumption," Enoch said.

Zachery took the man's things that he had gathered off the ground and handed them to him. "It's alright."

"No, it's not!" Robin exclaimed. "Now, I just wanna know who's gonna buy me more ice cream?"

"I would my boy since I have caused this trouble for you, but we have just traveled from another land, and I am afraid that with our chosen line of work we are not doing so well in the money department," Enoch said apologetically.

"It's alright," Zachery said.

"No, it's not!" Robin yelled grabbing Zachery by the shirt. "Stop telling people causing me pain is ok!"

"That's not what I'm doing," Zachery said.

"I know!" Enoch exclaimed.

"What?" Robin and Zachery said at the same time.

"I have a rich friend lending me his mansion while I stay here in Ninjago. Why don't you come over and we will prepare a fine meal for all your trouble? On top of that, we will allow you to help us with our street act! Magnifique plan, no?" Enoch said.

Zachery finally took a moment to look both men up and down. Enoch had short black hair with a French mustache. The man looked like your generic French man. Roosevelt looked like a mime with no real defining features. "Mansion?" Robin asked.

"Oui, mansion," Enoch repeated.

"I'm sorry but-" Zachery started but was cut off by Robin saying "We're in!"

"What?" Zachery asked.

"Great!" Enoch clapped. "Will you help us set up for our show?"

"Yeah! Doing a mime show sounds so awesome!" Robin exclaimed.

"Since when?" Zachery mumbled. Roosevelt, Enoch, Robin, and Zachery proceeded to set the stage for the street side act. With the four of them working together it didn't take long to finish setting up. They were now ready for the act to start. Robin and Zachery moved over to the other side of the street. Robin waiting to play his role as a volunteer, and Zachery ready to play his role as the viewer.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, are you prepared to see the world's greatest mime?" Enoch shouted to the people walking by. "He isn't just any mime. He is Roosevelt the mime who makes the imaginary real." Roosevelt then demonstrated by acting as if he was going upstairs. It looked as though he was floating in midair to those passing by. Some people stopped others kept going. "Do you not believe this is real? Come down from there Roosevelt." Enoch directed. Roosevelt did as he was told, climbing down the invisible stairs. "I'm getting a little tired from all this standing around. Do you mind making me a chair?" Roosevelt nodded and waved his hands around as if he were stretching something out. He then placed whatever invisible thing he had in his hands behind Enoch. Enoch then proceeded to sit down and lean back in the air. The people-watching gasped expecting him to fall. "Is this real enough for you?" Enoch asked, and the people started clapping. Enoch could see a few people rolling their eyes at the trick, Robin was a part of these few. "I see some of you still don't believe it. I need a volunteer for this." Robin rolled his eyes again pand raised his hand. "You, young fellow in the back," Enoch said pointing to him. "Roosevelt lasso him up here." Roosevelt once again did what he was told. He formed something with hands and started swinging it up in the air like a lasso. Roosevelt threw the invisible lasso and caught hold of Robin. Zachery could feel the wind from the object as it flew around his brother. Roosevelt tightened the lasso making Robin wince and pulled him towards them in one strong tug. Robin landed gracefully on the makeshift stage, despite his arms being bound. The crowd went wild, and the performance continued on with such tricks.

"That was amazing!" Robin told the brothers once the show was over.

"Merci monsieur!" Enoch bowed as Roosevelt and Zachery started taking down the props they used for their performance. "Might I say that you landed on the stage wonderfully."

"Well, I am a ninja after all!" Robin said proudly. Zachery tried his best not to react to Robin hoping that Enoch would just shrug it off as him being childish, he was failing miserably though.

"A ninja you say?" Enoch asked.

"Yeah!" Robin gloated.

"You wouldn't happen to be an elemental master as well, would you?" Enoch asked curiously.

"Totally am." Robin nodded. Zachery dropped everything he was currently holding making Roosevelt glare at him.

"What a discovery!" Enoch said shocked. "Now you must come over." He took a note pad and wrote something on it. "Here is our address. Please do grace us with presence tomorrow evening, and don't worry about cleaning up the rest of this mess. Leave that to us." Roosevelt shifted his glare towards his brother while picking up the stuff Zachery dropped.

"Thank you!" Zachery ran up to Robin before he could say anymore. "We'll definitely think about it. We have to get going now though."

"I see," Enoch said. "It was a pleasure!" he bowed.