Ch.3

Accusations

Yay! I got this chapter up before I went out of town. I expect to be back in about a week, but he's another chapter to enjoy while you wait for the next one! R&R!

Stan walked through the woods, carrying another poster board under his arm and shouldering his backpack. He was unsuccessful in finding Ty yesterday and he was sure Ty wouldn't want to be around the clubhouse for awhile. Hopefully he would find his friend today and ask him to give clubhouse a second chance, but before he coulod do that, he need Boss to cool off.

Sandy came running toward her brother. "Hey Stan! Any luck finding Ty?"

Stan shook his head. "No, not yet. Oh! Sandy, I made this for you!" He handed the poster board over to his sister. On the poster board was her name written in red and yellow spray paint.

"Wow! Thanks Stan!" exclaimed Sandy. "So tell me, why did Boss get so mad at Ty for?"

"Well, Boss thought that Ty liked Bijou" explained Stan. "But actually, it was all a big misunderstanding. Turns out, he likes some other ham girl, but before he could tell me, Boss got all mad and you know the rest."

Sandy nodded in understanding. "Yeah, Boss has been, like, totally paranoid about Bijou lately, even more than usual!"

"Yeah, to bad he doesn't have a chance with her!" said Stan. "I mean, come on! He's, like, twice her age!"

Sandy nodded in agreement. "Hey, wanna come with me and meet up with Maxwell?"

"No thanks" answered her brother. "I gotta go see if I can cool off Boss. Hopefully he'll forgive Ty so he might come back."

"Yeah, just make sure you don't mention anything about him not ending up with Bijou!" said Sandy as she headed off to Maxwell's house. "See ya at the clubhouse!"

Stan entered the clubhouse in his usual manner. "Hey ham hams! Guess who's…Gack!" Before he could finish his sentence, Boss put him in a tight headlock.

"I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to my room!" shouted Boss.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about!" Stan said in his defense as he gasped for air.

"You're lying!" spat Boss as he tightened his grip around Stan's neck.

"Boss, stoppit!" cried Hamtaro. "You're really hurting him!"

"That's kinda the point!" shouted Boss.

Stan was losing precious air fast. "Seriously, I don't know what's going on!"

Boss led Stan, who was still in a vicious headlock, over to his room. "This is what you did to my room!" His entire room was covered in red spray paint. The bed, the walls, the nightstand, nothing was spared from onslaught of red. Also in red spray paint on the wall was written a note in crude writing.

Thanks for being a jerk!

Boss finally let Stan out of the headlock, letting him fall to the ground, gasping for air. "Well, what do ya have to say for yourself?"

Stan took a few moments for the oxygen to come back into his lungs before answering. "Look dude, I didn't do this!"

Pashmina came to Stan's defense. "Besides, there's no proof that Stan did it!"

"Oh yeah?" asked Boss. "Then what's that on your fur?"

Stan inspected his fur until he came across a patch of red fur by his arm. "Hey, I can explain that! I made something for Sandy and I was carrying it here. Some of it must have come off on my fur."

Boss was still unconvinced. "So, where's Sandy now?"

"She's meeting up with Maxwell" answered Stan. "They'll be here any minute!"

"I guess we should wait for her to come here" said Panda. "Stan's most likely telling the truth if she has it with her."

But Boss was beyond listening. He grabbed Stan and threw him out the clubhouse door. "I've had enough of you and your lies! Get outta here and don't bother coming back! He slammed the door shut and went back to his room to try to get the spray paint off of anything he could.

Dexter shook his head. "The sun's not shining, Pashmina, Penelope, Bijou, Oxnard, and Cappy aren't at the clubhouse, now Boss has gotten so mad that he kicked Stan out of the clubhouse! This has 'bad day' written all over!"

Howdy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Boss must be seein' red after this whole incident! Get it? Seein' red, 'cause his room's been spray painted red!" The whole group groaned at Howdy's bad joke.

"Howdy, I just said today is a bad day" said Dexter. "Please do us all a favor and be quiet so you don't make it any worse."

Sandy and Maxwell were on their way to the clubhouse, oblivious to the events that had just occurred there.

Maxwell gave Sandy a reassuring smile. "I'm sure Stan and Boss have already patched things up and getting along just fine!"

Sandy was about to respond when she saw Stan coming down the path. He didn't look too happy.

Sandy ran full speed toward her brother as Maxwell picked up the poster board she dropped and dashed after her. "Are you okay bro? Is Boss still mad at you?"

"Mad doesn't even describe it!" explained Stan. "For some reason, he thinks I trashed his room with spray paint and he kicked me out off the clubhouse!"

"Why does Boss have to be such a jerk at times?" asked Sandy rhetorically.

"Well there's only one thing we can do now" said Maxwell. "We have to find who really did it and have him or her confess to Boss!"

"Any ideas?" asked Stan.

Maxwell took a moment to think. "It has to be someone who had access to the spray paint."

"Yeah, but, like, who besides Stan has that stuff?" asked Sandy. As the words left her mouth, the three already had an idea.

I hope you liked my chapter! I won't be able to update for about a week since I'm going out of town, but I promise to put up the next chapter up ASAP when I get back. ASAP when I get back…that sounds awesome. Try saying that five times fast, but before you do, Please R&R!