The Sixex skatepark was ugly, but a nice type of ugly. The graffiti littered all over the place gave it a sort of personality. The sharks all pulled up to the park, Muskedunder carrying his stolen skateboard. He handed it over to Frank and said, "Take good care of it, Ah go way back widdat skateboard! Ah've had it for a whole three weeks." Frank placed his right foot on the skateboard and began to push with his left foot. He then placed his left foot on the skateboard, and within about three seconds, fell over on his ass.

"Okay, yeah, no, nuh uh, I'm done!" he yelled. "You're giving up already!?" exclaimed Windy, "You fell over ONCE, c'mon! You wanna get that arcade or not!?" Frank said, "Listen, we can get that money elsewhere! That competition is TOMORROW, you expect me to get good enough in a day to beat those bozos? No way!" Windy shook his head, "What happened to Fail-proof Frank?" Frank went silent, and without any further talking, got back on the skateboard. He was absolutely terrible, but with every mistake, with every moment he fell over- he improved. He picked himself up, took a deep breath, dusted himself off and started all over again.

Muskedunder put on a purple headband, a pear of sweatpants, and a whistle around his neck. Where he got these items, we'll never know. He whistled loudly, "YAH DOIN' GOOD FRANK! DO TEN MORE TRICKS, THIS TIME IN UNDAH ONE MINUTE!" He clapped and cheered Frank on, and occasionally made him do push-ups, for whatever reason. "C'MON C'MON C'MON, 10 MORE TRICKS! YAH CAN DO IT FRANKKK!" 89 minutes had passed, and Frank had began to tire out. He stopped to catch his breath, and Muskedunder yelled, "NO SLACKIN'! DROP AN' GIVE ME TWENTY... SOMETHINGS!" Frank pointed at him, "Hey, you ain't the boss of me! I'M the shark leader, so get off my case!" "YAH WANNA FAIL!? WE GOTTA GET THAT ARCADE!"

Frank continued to skateboard for the rest of the day, having a pretty solid set of skills by the end of it. The trio walked out of the skateboard park, and Windy high fived Frank, "You're gonna wipe the floor with the others at that competition!" The three went down to the local diner to get a few drinks (mineral water of course, they're still underage). It was a nice, retro themed area, being in the style of the early 60's. Muskedunder began to discuss an extremely important matter, "Ah need a cool nickname. Windy is Pogo Punk, Frank is Frank Fly, so whattam I?" Windy interrupted, "Ay, Pogo Punk ain't my nickname!" "Everyone who ain't Frank calls yah that!" Frank shook his head, "You can't just choose to get an awesome nickname, Muskedunder. You gotta earn it!" "How'd yah get Frank Fly?"

"Well, I uh- it started eight years ago, I had a teacher who had Fly as their last name. They taught me everything I know. From microwaving to the art of combat, they were my mentor. We had formed an incredibly close bond, and one day, their house was broken into by a group of bandits. I felt that something was happening to my sensei deep within my soul, and I ran to their house to save them. I took out my knives and came out swingin' and I saved Mr. Fly! Afterwards, he allowed me to use his last name as a gift, so we could become spiritual brothers!" Windy interrupted, "I thought it was because of that time you tried to fly to the moon by strapping rockets to a lawn chair." "Shut the hell up Pogo Punk!" Frank snapped, "Anyways, Frank Fly sounds badass, and that's why it's my nickname. You'll get yours eventually, Muskedunder."

The sharks all finished their water and left the diner without paying, and waddled back to their respective homes. Frank was sure to get a goodnight's sleep, as nothing could interfere with tomorrow's competition. The night went by quickly, and the trio somehow woke up at the exact same time, down to the second. Frank Fly put on a pair of blue baggy jeans, a red t-shirt with a pterodactyl on it, and his signature cheap pair of sunglasses. He combed his hair to make it look as if it were the fin of his shark, and left his home. Windy got up and put on a green pair of shorts, green striped longsleeve shirt, and brown pair of shoes. He and Muskedunder both had the same pairs of glasses, both being white Windsor glasses. He covered his curly orange hair with a green hat he'd made himself. The hat had no brim, and on it was a shark fin. Muskedunder had one of these himself as well, being colored blue instead. Windy left his home, and Muskedunder left his garbage bin, waking up and running to the skatepark so fast that he left his blue skeleton pajamas on.

The trio all gathered at the skatepark, where a sizable amount of people stood. The judge yelled, "May the five contestants please present themselves?!" Frank walked up to him, and so did his other four opponents. "We've all gathered here today in the Sixex skatepark to see the BEST of the BEST compete against each other! These five youngsters will battle to the DEATH through the art of skateboarding! The prize money is just enough to purchase exactly three bicycles! The winner takes it all!" The five contestants were lined up, "The game will begin in a moment! We will unleash these five warriors, and whichever one does the GNARLIEST and MOST amount of tricks in under a minute WINS!"

An assistant began to count down, and as soon as he said zero, the five went off. Immediately, one contestant attempted to push another of their skateboard. One fell off their bike and face-planted onto the floor, resulting in a bloody nose. Amidst the chaos, Frank prospered. He was incredibly confident in his skateboarding skills, and was sure he'd win. By the time the minute ended, he was expecting his money. The judge took some time to process the game and decide the winner, and he eventually made his final decision:

"I HAVE NOW DECIDED THE RANKS OF OUR CONTESTANTS!
FRANK FLY - FIFTH PLACE

OL' DAN TUCKER - FOURTH PLACE

ZAPP ROGER - THIRD PLACE

MITSKI - SECOND PLACE

AS FOR FIRST- LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR SK8ER BOI!"

Frank's jaw dropped to the floor, "What the HELL!? LAST PLACE?! I SHOULD'VE WON!" Muskedunder gasped, "Awww shittt!" Frank furiously marched out of the skatepark, "It CAN'T be! I CAN'T be Failure Frank!" Muskedunder and Windy both followed, concerned for his mental well-being. They followed him to his home, where he was so angry, his face had turned red as a tomato, and smoke came out of both his ears. "I was supposed to be Fail-proof Frank! What the hell happened?! I had it in the bag! And I got LAST place!" Windy patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, it'll be fine. We can find some other way to make the money- maybe a lemonade stand?" "That's STUPID!" Frank yelled.

Frank began to think to himself, "How could I have done this? Why the hell did I even agree to participate in that stupid competition anyway?! No wonder I lost, this sucks! I'm supposed to be Fail-Proof! Now I won't even get the money to leave this damn town and take over another arcade! I wish I had that money... wait. I only agreed to it because of the money. So even if I 'lost' the game, if I get the money, I'll win the whole ordeal!" Frank took a deep breath and picked himself up. "I know what we're going to do."

To Be Continued