The clock struck 10:55 PM, and there was not a single natural source of light entering the large home of Sk8er Boi. The only thing which illuminated the room was the bright light of the television. Sk8er Boi was slumped over on his recliner sofa, his arm wrapped around the money he had won at the contest. A small amount of drool had gotten onto the bills, and his snoring rivaled Frank's. Unbeknownst to him however, the window in the laundry room began to slowly open, and three figures snuck into the house. These three were Frank, Windy, and Muskedunder.
Frank wore his blue jeans and a long sleeve red shirt, as well as a red ski mask which covered his face. Muskedunder had his skeleton pajamas as well as the shark fin hat that Windy had made for him. Windy wore what he wore at the skatepark. The three slowly crept around the house, Muskedunder making more noise than the others. Although the three had their minds set on the prize money, they didn't hesitate to snatch other goods. They had stolen a microwave, an unopened box of hot pockets, a handful of ketchup packets, a half empty cookie jar, a small black case, a golden watch, and an expensive and high quality pair of black sunglasses. "Oh, hell yeah!" Frank thought to himself, "Now I can throw out those gas station ones!"
As the three continued to sneak around the house, they eventually walked into the living room, where their precious money layed in the arm of Sk8er Boi. "Crap," whispered Frank, "What do we do?" Muskedunder suggested murder, but Frank politely declined. Windy tip toed to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, and reached into a cabinet for a box of aluminum foil. He put it in the microwave and set the timer to 10 minutes. He then grabbed a large metal metal spoon and calmly walked back to Frank, although he wasn't as calm as Windy. He wanted to yell, but for obvious reasons, he was forced to whisper, "Windy! What the hell are ya doin'? Are you tryna light the place on fire!?" Windy calmly said, "Don't whisper too loud. I got it figured out, and it ain't your house or anything."
Windy hid behind another couch across the room, and Frank and Windy followed. Then, he threw the metal spoon as hard as he could at the direction of the kitchen. The spoon clashed with the hardwood floor and created a sound so loud it could wake anyone up in an instant. Thanks to the phenomenon known as Noxsonuscochleari, the sound of a metal utensil hitting the floor becomes significantly louder during the night. Sk8er Boi was instantly woken up, and his eyes were drawn to the fire going on in his microwave. He gasped and immediately got up to go and put out the fire, leaving the cash on the sofa. "Go go go!" Frank whispered, and the three grabbed the money and took off.
The sharks ran down the road, giggling and high-fiving each other. "We're leavin' Sixex!" Frank yelled. "Ah can't wait foh that arcade!" Muskedunder chimed. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot was heard, which made the three stop in their tracks. The bullet didn't hit them, but it sure killed their delightful moods. They slowly turned around, and across the street was Sk8er Boi with a glock 19 in his right hand. "I knew carryin' this big iron on my hip would come in handy someday." he said. Frank and Windy immediately began to ran once again, this time faster, as they were terrified and preferred to not have bullets in their systems. However, Muskedunder stayed put. "Frank 'n Windy, get outta here, Ah got this!"
Instead of running away, Muskedunder pulled the small black case he had stolen from the house out of his mouth, and opened it to reveal yet another glock 19. Muskedunder took it out, loaded it, and carried it next to his hip. Sk8er Boi and Muskedunder were both staring each other down from across the road, the moonlight shining down on both. "Looks like it's a duel!" Sk8er Boi yelled. "Ah'm ready when you are!" Muskedunder yelled back. The two inserted their respective weapons into their pockets and stared at each other for a while longer. They had both tried to look at each other menacingly and intimidate their foe in giving in or losing. Muskedunder was sweating and almost shaking, but he couldn't let his opponent see him panic. The darkness of the night prevented Sk8er Boi from seeing just how scared he was. He was to remain calm, something he didn't do very often.
Frank and Windy returned, shocked at what was happening, surprised as to how calm Muskedunder was capable of being, and just wondering why they didn't both simply shoot each other to death. Suddenly, Sk8er Boi reached for his glock, and within an extremely quick reaction time of about 13 milliseconds, Muskedunder drew his quicker and shot Sk8er Boi until there wasn't a bullet left. He collapsed to the floor, and Muskedunder raised his arms in victory, "Aw yeah! Muskedunder wins againnnn! Ah shoulda brought my hoola hoop to celebrate..." "Did... you just kill him?" Windy asked. "Killed or not, that was pretty badass!" Frank high fived Muskedunder, "Where'd you even learn that?" "Ah broke into a theater once and saw some sort of cowboy movie... Ah knew Ah'd need that knowledge some day!" Frank replied, "Gnarly, but we should probably get out, I don't wanna find out if he's dead or alive!"
The three ran away and retreated to Frank's house, and they set all their stolen goods and money on the floor of his bedroom. "Woah!" Frank yelled, "This is awesome! Now all we need is to buy those three bikes and get outta here!" "Ohhh Ah can't wait, Ah can't wait!" Muskedunder sang. "We should sell all this stuff and finally stop stealin'!" Windy suggested. "Nah," replied Frank, "Sell it and continue stealing!" Windy shrugged, "Sounds good to me!" The three high fived and yelled, "The sharks win again!"
To Be Continued