"Has ice pack pressed against head" Well I'm back everyone no thanks to Miss Green here…
Buttercup: Love you too, now tell everyone the surprise.
Right, well then, I've currently got two or three friends drawing up some new designs for everyone's favorite Reds, Blues, and Greens; because frankly I think they need a wardrobe change after ten years.
B: Can I have a leather jacket?
You'll just have to wait, because my dear viewers, I may just have you all vote on the final design for each.
B: Except Brick because he's already got an idea he won't shift from. Way to Mary Sue Zex.
STFUMOFO "is punched into unconsciousness again."
B: I'll just set his Pandora to Disney while he sleeps. Enjoy the chapter folks.
Oh and just in case: Zex owns absolutely nothing at all.
Chapter Seven: Monkey Says, Brick Do
As Brick approached the volcano he was lost in thought at how big of a day he'd had. In twenty four hours he had gone on a date with a girl, got in a fight with her sister; which in his book he would have won, and now had a possibility of going out with her again. However there was only one problem. He felt like a complete idiot with her. This wasn't the kind of "feeling stupid because your with the person you like" stupid. No this was in his opinion well…Boomer stupid. Remembering his brother made him wonder if they were worried or looking for him. He pondered this for a bit and then laughed knowing that they probably didn't even realize he was gone. Butch would probably take command and Boomers daily smacks were probably much worse now. He smiled to himself still laughing realizing that the life he would possibly leave behind really did seem kind of worthless. But then again you never know what you have until you lose it.
He arrived at the observatory, and let himself in hearing the familiar humming of Mojo, who was sitting curled up with a book listening to classical music. He looked up at Brick who was rummaging through the fridge. Rolling his eyes he coughed slightly to get a reaction. Brick continued his search however. Mojo coughed again and cleared his throat very loudly. Brick looked up at him narrowly missing hitting his head on the fridge inside while an apple was held in his mouth.
"Ou hic?"
"No I am perfectly fine, that is to say I am not suffering from any physical maladies or diseases, also known as colds."
Brick raised an eyebrow at him, took a bite out his apple and sat down across from his father.
"Well that's good. Why were you coughing so much then?"
Mojo sighed and rubbed two fingers against his temple.
"Son you have no idea what subtle means do you?"
"No damn clue."
"Or tact apparently…usually someone coughs when someone has entered a room or their general vicinity. This is an attempt, and/or motion for the other person to notice them, therefore instigating a conversation between the two over a subject that the cougher, also known as me, and the one being coughed at, that would be you, will then have because the cougher, still me, would like to know something about the coughed at, still you."
"You wanna know how my date went?"
"Yesssssssss…" Mojo hissed in irritation through clenched teeth.
"Fine, I guess. We had coffee I brought her home and that was that."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Then explain the marks all over your face that looks like a shoe and the small pieces of rubble on your clothes."
"Ummmmm I tripped and fell into a construction site and got trampled?"
"Oh really, well did you hear in the news today that it is going to start raining soda?"
"That's awesome!"
"I lied. An eye for an eye."
"Damnit…"
"Oh please your story was as believable as Him trying to be manly"
"Ouch." Brick grimaced and sighed as his father continued to stare him down. Despite the fact that he could easily beat and kill the disgruntled primate in front of him that stare of his had him frozen to the spot.
"Well I err kind of fought Buttercup eheh."
"Did you win?"
"Kinda sorta, not really."
"Was Blossom mad at you?
"Same answer," he mumbled, fidgeting slightly.
"Oh stop it you are acting like a child in a principal's office."
"Well aren't you supposed to teach me stuff?"
"You never asked me to so no, not really. I simply assumed you were smart enough to handle some things on your own. Then again I think we are both aware of what happens when one assumes…"
"Not really."
"It makes an ass out of you and me."
"Hey!"
"Fine I shall become your teacher because it is better than putting you into a school where you shall surely cause trouble, because it is in your nature to cause trouble, because that is how you were created, and I should know because I, Mojo Jojo, am your creator and-"
"Dad enough just teach me stuff ok? Just anything but English, I can talk fine already."
"Fine I have a collection of schoolbooks here, most of which I have edited because they were primitive, and so you shall learn under my great tutelage."
"As long as I don't look like a babbling monkey in front of her…" Brick quickly stopped himself and looked at Mojo who had a very annoyed look now.
"Sorry…"
Across town at an experimental research laboratory, three shadowy figures crept through the ventilation system. They moved silently, only stopping to be sure no guards could possibly notice anything, which of course they didn't. Eventually they reached their destination and dropped out of the vents into the room below them. Looking around to be sure there was nothing to alert their presence they approached a large container labeled "EXPERIMENTAL ALLOY." One of the figures took out a blowtorch and began cutting through the exterior while one of the others watched the door to make sure no one was coming. As soon as the torcher finished his job, the other figure removed his backpack and began taking the alloy out of the container and began to fill the bag with it.
"I wonder what the boss wants with this alloy stuff anyway," the torcher said out loud
"Not like you'll need to know," replied the man who had now finished loading the bag up.
"Well maybe I wanna figure out this plan myself."
"Too bad it doesn't matter you're dead anyway."
"What?" The man who had the torch suddenly felt two hands on his head and then nothing at all as the sickening snap of his neck broke the silence of the other person watching the door.
"Done?"
"Yep."
"Good."The two living thieves nodded at each other then made their way back out the vents leaving the lifeless body of their partner behind.
Buttercup: Aso the plot thickens. Sleepy here was debating making a scene where we faced off against these robbers but they would escape. Too bad he's lazy but I liked the killing part, that's new. But who these thugs work for is a secret still so keep watching everyone.