Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Series Rewrite)
Author's Note:
What? I got 2 favorites, 4 followers, and 6 reviews? I feel honored! :)
Anyway, review replies!
QueenOfShadows: I love your name! Anyway, thanks! I am going to put some of my OC's, including new ones! And the kunoichi, I will put one in. I mean, if there is a male ninja, there's gotta be a female one! Boy and girl power, people!
XD (Guest): Why thank you! I rewrote "Last Stall on the Left" like that to show why Randy was chosen as the Ninja. Thank you for the review!
Elcall: Thank you for the review! And, for the pairings, I'm not sure yet. Like the show, I won't focus on the pairings too much. There may be hints of Fowlham, but I'm not sure that will be the main pairing.
FlyingDutchGirl: Thanks! :D I hope you like this "episode"/chapter.
Nomi Norisu: Thanks! :) I hope you like this update!
Taylor Devline: I won't make any promises. But, how dark I make this may be appropriate for teens. And don't worry, I don't judge people. I only make stories to make them happy! ;)
Okay, in this chapter, this is where Randy tells Howard he's the Ninja. And, this is where he has his first battle as the Ninja and his first battle with a stanked student. If there are any errors (grammar, spelling, etc.), I apologize. I'm not perfect, folks!
Disclaimer: "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja" belongs to the brilliant minds of Jed Elinoff and Scott Thomas. Disney XD also owns this awesome show, as well.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, fangirls and fanboys, and people of all ages! Read and enjoy please! And don't forget to review!
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Episode Two: Got Stank
Episode Two (My Version): I Am the Ninja
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It was evening time in Norrisville. At Norrisville High, the first basketball game of the season in play. Outside behind the Norrisville High sign, two freshmen were talking. Well…more like arguing.
"Howard, this is stupid," said Randy, irritated.
"Come on," said Howard. "The 'meeting the Ninja' thing was a bust. But, we will get into the Fish Cage!"
"And this is how?" asked Randy, incredulous.
"You got a better idea?"
"Say you're Heidi's brother and they'll let us in," Randy said. "Heidi is like the queen bee of the school!"
"No honking way."
The two were quiet for a few moments. Finally, Randy groaned and gave in.
"Fine, let's do this. The sooner we do this, the sooner I can get this stupid stuff off me."
The two ran towards the doors, and headed inside without another word.
….
The game was already in session, with Norrisville High already in the lead. The crowd was cheering loudly; while the kids in the Fish Cage were too busy gossiping or chatting with one another.
Suddenly the doors burst open, and Randy and Howard came in wearing nothing but Speedos and blue body paint. Randy, who was feeling super embarrassed, blew the air-horn and shouted.
"WHAT UP NORRISVILLE HIGH!"
Howard shot out silly string.
The whole room stared at them in silence. Randy looked towards Howard, who shrugged.
"Dorks!" shouted a random basketball player.
The whole room erupted in laughter, pointing at them and taunting them. Randy's face turned red in embarrassment while Howard cursed and put up the middle finger at everyone.
The two teens walked in silence as a seat near the place where the marching band was playing.
"I can't believe you thought that would work!" exclaimed Randy, throwing his arms in the air. "We're going to be labeled as the dorks who wore body paint and Speedos to the game."
"Cunningham, at least we're not the marching band," reasoned Howard. "I mean, those dudes get made fun of all the time."
Howard pointed a thumb towards the marching band that was innocently playing. While they played, various food items were being thrown at them.
Randy and Howard winced as a kid who was playing the maracas got hit by a math book.
"Wow," said Randy. "Marching band gets hit by food and books while orchestra gets awesome trips and awards."
"I know, right?" said Howard. "I mean, I heard the orchestra kids once went to the White House!"
…
Meanwhile, a blonde boy was crazily playing his triangle. A brunette girl with glasses looked towards him, rolling her eyes.
"Bucky," said Flute Girl, "there is no triangle solo in this song. Or any song."
But, Bucky didn't listen and just kept playing on. The band instructor looked at the blonde, walked up to him, and pulled him out.
"Hensletter," said the band instructor, "no show-boating! You're benched from the game until further notice!"
"Bu-But the triangle is my life!" protested Bucky.
The band instructor closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Put your triangle-dinger in my hand, son."
"You can take my dinger," Bucky said placing the triangle-dinger in the band instructor's hand. "But you'll never take my back-up dinger!"
Bucky held up an extra triangle-dinger. He ran off, crying. But, he bumped into the mascot, causing them both to fall to the ground. Bucky quickly got up, and continued to run off.
'Wa, wa, waaaa.' A trombone player played.
Again, the whole gym erupted in laughter. Kids snickered and taunted the triangle player, quite harshly.
Howard roared with laughter.
"Oooh, band geek burn!" he laughed.
Randy shook his head in pity. The kid loved to play the triangle, who could blame him?
….
Deep beneath the school lied a hidden chamber filled with pipes that lead up to the school. The cavern walls were black as obsidian and green mist floated all around. On a tall rock, rats scurried all around.
A particular mouse was just going about his business when a sickly green hand picked him up. The mouse struggled, but what he saw scared the daylights out of him.
White, soulless eyes bore into the mouse's brown ones. The mouse could've sworn the eyes were looking right into its soul, seeing all its memories, emotions, and something mice shouldn't have. Its skin was a darkish green and its yellowish brown teeth looked as if the person hasn't heard of a toothbrush. The man wore an old brown shroud with a hood that covered his eyes. The man looked thousands of years old.
"Hello there," said the man. He sounded like he was British.
The mouse shakily squeaked.
"I am the Sorcerer," the man said with a sickly smile. "I have been imprisoned in this cavern for eight hundred years. You've probably heard of me."
The mouse hesitantly shook his head. The Sorcerer frowned and put the mouse down. The mouse heard clinking and looked up. On the Sorcerer's wrist were golden shackles. The shackles were attached to golden chains that lead down somewhere.
"No matter," said the old man, regaining his devilish smile. "I won't be here for long."
The Sorcerer looked up to the ceiling and gave a sniff. He could smell misery, but he could hear it. A young teen's voice filled his mind, crying over the fact someone would not let him play his prized instrument.
"I can sense a perfect candidate," drawled the Sorcerer. "Mmm, he'll do nicely."
The Sorcerer raised his arms, and green mist shot out and into a pipe.
….
Bucky was hiding in a corner near a door that lead to the gymnasium. He held his back-up triangle dinger in near his chest while he was in fetal position.
Green mist oozed out of a vent, swirling around the distressed teen. The teen instantly stood up.
Bucky's body started changing. His arms grew bigger and his eyes turned yellow.
"ThEy'Ll PaY," he said in a garbled language, "tHeY'lL aLl—"
A door slammed right into Bucky's face, and three teens ran out. The door closed, and Bucky peeled himself off the wall he crashed into.
"PaY," he finished meekly.
The door hit him once again, and an African American girl walked away. The door closed again, and Bucky fell onto the ground.
…
In the band room, the band kids were putting away their instruments. The band instructor put away her conductor-baton and faced the kids.
"Good game tonight," she said. "You played some strong D. And you B flats and A minors were too bad, either."
'Wa, wa, waaaaa,' the trombone player once again.
"Stevens, cool it with the sad trombone," said the band instructor.
The door suddenly burst open, and a monster came in. Its skin was a darkish purple, its eyes were yellow, and its teeth looked like it could bite off titanium. But, what strike the marching band was the blue and yellow band uniform the monster wore.
The marching band cowered in a corner as the monster roared.
…
Outside, Randy and Howard came out of the bathroom, wiping off the blue body paint.
"Ugh," said Howard, "I'm so glad we got this stupid stuff off. It was starting to make my butt itch."
"Yeah," said Randy. "But now we're wearing nothing but Speedos!"
"Hey, it could be worse."
"How?!"
"We could've been naked."
Randy's face turned bright red.
"Howard!"
"What?" asked Howard. "It's the truth."
Suddenly, roars and screams filled the hallways. Randy looked over and saw it was toward the band room.
"Uh, I gotta go."
"Why?"
"I…um…gotta get home. It's sushi night and you know my mom makes the best sushi. So…SEE YOU LATER!"
Randy made a mad dash, leaving a very confused Howard standing by the bathroom.
A week ago, after Randy defeated the robo-wolf, he was chosen to be the Ninja. Normally, he would have told Howard, since he told Howard everything. But, after Randy saw the note that said he couldn't tell anyone, Randy had an inner conflict. Howard was his best friend, and if he didn't tell him, it could ruin their friendship. But, he would get in trouble and he might get the mask taken away. Being the Ninja was the biggest responsibility Randy ever gotten, and he wasn't going to mess it up now.
Once he reached the band room, he looked around to see if anyone was near. The coast was clear, so Randy pulled the Ninja Mask out of his Speedos.
"I can't believe I'm putting this on," he muttered. "It was in my pants!"
With gross thoughts aside, Randy placed on the mask. Red and black ribbons flew around until he was in the Ninja suit. Fully suited, Randy kicked down the door and ran in.
The band cheered as the Ninja faced Stanked Bucky.
Holy crap, this is my first monster fight! Randy thought to himself. Okay, gotta remember what the Nomicon said. Believe in the weapon that is in the suit.
After being chosen, Randy had his first lesson with the Nomicon. When he opened the book, the words "Believe in the weapon that is in the suit" were written. It took Randy the rest of the week to figure out that it meant the sword that was inside the suit was the weapon he had to believe in.
"Alright, Bucky," said Randy as he pulled out his sword. "Gotta ask you. What is going on in this…this area?"
Randy pointed towards Bucky, obviously confused by the boy's stanked form. Bucky leaned closed to Randy and growled in his face.
"If I cAn'T pLaY tRiAnGlE," said Bucky in a garbled language, "tHeN nO oNe WiLl!"
With that, Bucky threw a punch and sent Randy flying. The young Ninja crashed into a shelf, causing various percussion instruments to fall down. Two cowbells fell onto Randy's head, causing the teen to groan.
"Okay," Randy said. "That…that was good. But, prepare for this. NINJA KICK!"
The Ninja ran up, and kicked Bucky in the chest. The blow caused the band geek to crash into the wall, sending him out. The broken wall caused cracks in the ceiling. The cracks kept coming until the ceiling started caving in.
"Get out!" yelled Randy.
He led the marching band and band instructor out of the room. At the last second, Randy ran out through the hole in the wall. The room collapsed.
…..
Randy snuck into his room through the window. Once he was inside, he took off the mask and collapsed onto the floor. After the little mishap in the band room, Randy had searched for Bucky. But, the monster-turned band geek disappeared without a trace. Now, Randy was just ready to fall asleep.
But, the Nomicon started glowing. Randy groaned, and walked over to his desk.
"What now?" whined Randy. "It's 3:30 am, Nomicon! What do you want?"
As soon as he said those words, the book opened itself up. Randy's pupils shrank, and his head fell onto the book.
…
Randy was falling. Around him, neon arrows swirled. A neon red arrow and neon pink arrow grabbed his arms, and set him gently onto the ground.
"Whoa, you can do this?" asked Randy.
The neon red arrow turned into words.
Yes, young Ninja.
"So, what do you want?"
In front of him, a picture of a Chinese man formed. The man was holding a beautifully crafted fan. But, the fan turned green and the man turned into some kind of snake monster. A doodle ninja appeared, and used its sword to slice the fan in half. The man turned back to normal, looking very confused.
The evil funk possesses the vulnerable using that which he hold most dear.
"What the juice is that supposed to mean?" asked Randy, totally lost.
The neon pink arrow grabbed his arm, and pulled him to a different part of the Nomicon.
They stood in front of a sakura (cherry blossom) tree. It showed a ninja battling a monster. The monster was holding a rose that had green mist oozing out of it. The ninja snatched the rose, and sliced it in half. The monster turned back to a person, a boy.
You have to de-stank him, young warrior.
And with that, Randy was pulled out of the Nomicon.
…
Randy woke up. How long was he out?
Randy looked at the clock on his computer.
6:59.
He had been out for three hours. At least he got some sleep.
Randy quickly got ready for school. He had a plan to get Bucky.
And, he hoped Howard would forgive him.
…
Howard was rummaging through his locker. After finding the soda can, he opened it and started drinking. The ginger shut his locker, and turned around.
"Hi Howard," said a voice.
Howard instantly spitted out the soda once he got a look at his best friend. Randy was clad in a band uniform, holding a triangle in his hand. Howard threw the soda can onto the ground and stared at the taller teen.
"Why are you wearing that?" he asked.
"I joined the marching band," answered Randy.
"Why are you saying that!?" exclaimed Howard.
"Uh, because you asked," answered Randy.
Howard grabbed Randy by the shirt, and dragged him into his locker. He looked around, and then shut the locker closed.
"Why did you join the dorkiest dorks in history when we're trying to get into the Fish Cage?!" asked Howard in an accusing voice.
"Uhh…"
Randy knew Howard had no clue he was the Ninja, and he wasn't going to let him find out this way. So, when in doubt, lie.
"My…mom said I should be more involved in school. So, she made me choose either between orchestra, band, or marching band. I chose band. Didn't think I was musically talented, huh?"
"You are a chowder-head!" exclaimed Howard. "You should've chose orchestra! They go on cool trips! Or, band! Band has cool stuff like drums and guitars! But, marching band? Why!"
"Uhh…"
"You know what? Forget it. You're my best friend and I shouldn't judge you. But, I can't be seen with you."
Randy pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Alright."
"But, promise me you'll wait ten minutes after I leave before you leave."
"I promise."
Howard gave an impish smile.
"Good and also…"
Howard farted and ran out of the locker. Randy groaned and looked the locker vents.
"Not cool man," Randy yelled. "That is not cool!"
…
During the basketball game, Randy was with the marching band. He played along with the band, while dodging the items that were being thrown at them.
Howard came and sat near the band. Randy looked over at him. Before he could say anything, Howard held up a hand.
"I'm only sitting here for the snacks," he said.
He placed on a hat that caught popcorn, which Howard ate. Randy frowned.
"Really?" he asked. "You can't be seen with me?"
"Yes," answered Howard.
"Howard, you're such an a—"
The gym's double door burst open, and Stanked Bucky came in. He roared, causing students to run and scream in fear. Taking the opportunity, Randy ducked down into the bleachers. He pulled on the mask and got suited up.
"SMOKEBOMB!"
A cloud of red smoke appeared on court. The kids cheered as the Ninja got into battle stance.
"NINJA! NINJA! NINJA!"
Bucky growled as he turned towards the Ninja. Randy narrowed his eyes, and ran towards the stanked band geek.
"NINJA UPPER-CUT!"
Randy punched Bucky right in the jaw, sending him flying. Bucky hit the wall, but quickly recovered. The band geek ran towards him and head-butted Randy right in the gut. The blow sent Randy crashing into the snack bar. From the bleachers, Howard gasped.
"He killed the snack bar," the pudgy teen muttered to himself.
Howard stood up, and gave a murderous look.
"You make him pay, Ninja!" Howard shouted. "YOU MAKE HIM PAY!"
Randy smiled to himself as he recovered. Leave it to Howard to freak out about destroyed food. As he got up, his eyes landed on the triangle-dinger sticking out in the sash of the band uniform.
"Bingo," Randy said.
He quickly sprinted towards the monster. The blue-eyed teen jumped up, and threw his scarf.
"Ninja scarf snatch!"
The scarf wrapped around the triangle-dinger, and pulled it out. Randy landed on the other side of Bucky. The monstrous band geek turned around, and growled.
"Say good bye to the back-up dinger!"
Randy threw the dinger up in the air, and pulled out his sword. Bucky's eyes went wide, and started running. The Ninja swung his sword.
"Ninja slice!"
The blade connected with the metal dinger, and sliced it in half. The broken triangle-dinger fell to the ground, and green mist flew out. It swirled around Randy's head before retreating to the vents.
"Whoa…"
Students ran towards the Ninja, and started cheering loudly.
"SMOKEBOMB! SMOKEBOMB! SMOKEBOMB!"
Randy gave a victorious smile as he pulled out a small orb. He threw it down and disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.
…..
"I told you me being in the marching band wasn't a bad thing," said Randy. "Now we're sitting in the Fish Cage!"
"That we are, Cunningham," smirked Howard. "That we are."
The two were sitting in the Fish Cage, by themselves. Of course, everyone went down to the court to meet the Ninja, so Howard got the opportunity to sneak into the Fish Cage and sit there. But now, everyone went home. After Bucky was picked up by his mom (he had to, he was naked after he turned back into a human), everyone started going home. Now, Randy and Howard were alone.
"Hey, can I tell you something?"
"Sure, Cunningham."
"I…kinda have a secret I've been keeping since the incident with the robo-wolf."
"What?" Howard turned his head toward the purple-haired teen.
"When I was at home," Randy started, "I found this black box. Inside the box, I found a book and…this."
Randy pulled out the Ninja mask. Howard's jaw dropped.
"My best friend's the Ninja," Howard muttered.
"What?"
"I said…MY BEST FRIEND'S THE NINJA!"
Howard jumped up and started cheering. Randy couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's behavior. Howard stopped cheering and looked towards Randy.
"I'm gonna tell everyone!"
Randy shook his head. "You can't tell anyone."
Howard frowned. "Well that stinks."
"No Howard, this stinks."
Randy threw down a smokebomb, and starting running off. Howard was gagging and cursing wildly.
"THAT IS NOT COOL, MAN! NOT COOL!"
"Pay back for locking me in a locker you farted in!" Randy called over his shoulder.
Howard got out of the Fish Cage, and started chasing after a laughing Randy.