The morning sun began to rise over the hills, its warm glow illuminating the small town of Sixex. The citizens began to rise and get ready for work, and a former arcade owner was preparing his lawsuit against Hal Kemp. Frank Fly rose up from his bed and let out a yawn which could be heard from Winters. He got up and went to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast, not needing to change as he already slept with his street clothes on. He had a hearty bowl of his favorite tasteless off-brand cereal, grabbed his Cassette player, and walked out. His two favorite songs of all time were Fun Fun Fun by the Beach Boys and Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry, both sounding similar yet unique in their own ways.
He was feeling extra good today, feeling some sort of hopefulness for the future. Perhaps it was the shine of the morning sun, the music ringing in his ears, or the wonderful breeze he felt while walking down the street. He headed on down to Muskedunder's garbage pale, waking him up with a slap on the face. Muskedunder immediately punched Frank in the face as he woke up, believing he was being robbed. "Ay, it's me!" said Frank, rubbing his cheek. Muskedunder was still sleepy, for he lost too much sleep last night, as a result of the firetrucks blaring their sirens. "Oh... mah bad... watcha want...?" Frank pointed towards the direction of the local burger shop, "Wanna go eat?" Frank's diet consisted of cereal and a double cheeseburger each morning, half a gallon of water and a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, and whatever's around + a smoothie for dinner.
Muskedunder seemed to wake up and gain some energy at the thought of eating a burger, "Yah, let's go!" The two went down to the burger shop, but instead of going in through the front entrance, they decided to go and head to the door in the back of the restaurant. As soon as an employee heard the back door open and shut, they yelled, "Fellas, he's back!" Frank ran inside and swiped two burgers from an unsuspecting customer, running out of the place as fast as he could. Muskedunder followed, but was delayed as he ran into a wet floor sign. The two got out, and climbed onto the roof of another building to enjoy their meal. Muskedunder devoured it almost immediately, but Frank preferred to savor every bite.
Muskedunder began to talk (while eating, gross) to Frank, "So, what're we gonna do 'bout that arcade?" Frank sighed, "We gotta go and find a way to earn some money for a few bikes, and then get the hell outta Sixex!" "Where we gunna go when we leave?" "Uh... maybe Fiveton? It's a big town, there's gotta be an arcade somewhere in there, Fourside as well!" "Ah just hope Ah get it soon, I GOTS to have that arcade!" "Same, I'm so PISSED that Nat King Cole did that! Perfectly good arcade, gone to the shitter! anyways, where's Windy? He usually always meets up with us here!" "Maybe Nat King Cole killed 'em in his sleep, as like, revenge." Frank's eyes widened, "You think it's possible that Nat got superpowers in the fire and is gonna come back to kill us!?" Muskedunder became pale, "Hey, don't say things like aht!" The two finished their meals and climbed off the building, Muskedunder putting on his best pair of stolen Windsor glasses.
The two strolled to Windy's house, which was on the outskirts of Sixex, and a rather long walk away. The boys arrived and Frank, as per usual, knocked incredibly loudly, the sound echoing through the house. There was no answer. Frank knocked again, and with silence. "Aw crap..." Muskedunder whispered, "What if he WAS killed by Nat? We gotta get outta 'ere!" However, the two suddenly heard the spring of a pogo stick in the distance, growing louder by the second. It was Windy, who had gone to town in his pogo stick.
"Windy!" Frank yelled, "Where the hell were you!?" Windy got off of his pogo stick and replied, "I was out earnin' us some MONEY!" Frank and Muskedunder both grinned, "Oh didja now," Frank yelled, "What'd ya do!?" "Well, I don't exactly have the money yet, but I found us an opportunity to earn it! And by us, I mean YOU! I signed you up for a skateboarding competition, and if you win, we'll have enough money to afford three bikes!" Frank's smile disappeared, "I'm terrible at skateboarding! Why'd you sign me up? You're the one who pogos, skating is basically the same!" "I don't FEEL like skating, and too late- you're already signed up! So if you wanna get those bikes, start practicing!"
Frank was rather angry that Windy would sign him up for such an activity, of which he knew Frank had no expertise in. Frank's biggest fear was to fail. In his eyes, the moment he became Failure Frank would be the moment his life ended. So Frank being put into an area with others leagues above him was setting him up for failure. Frank was greatly upset, however, the more he thought of it, the more he began to like the idea. With enough practice, he could blow all those other frauds out the water, and succeed in an area he had previously never been in. And what he classified as "winning" could change, since all he needed was the money. So it wouldn't matter to him if he rigged the contest or found a cheat, if obtained the bag, he won!
Frank's frown turned into a grin, "Alright, let's practice! Let's go to that skatepark!" He pointed at both Muskedunder and Windy, "Any of you got a skateboard?" Muskedunder replied, "Oh, Ah traded with some guy and got one! They gave me that skateboard n' Ah gave 'em a ketchup packet. They was in the hospital, so 'ey didn't need it anyway!" "Awesome," replied Frank, "Let's go get it!" The trio walked to Muskedunder's garbage can, and Frank was already wondering about what he'd do with his future arcade.
To Be Continued