Napoleon Dynamite's Adventures Flippin' Continue once more!
At the local bowling alley
Napoleon and Pedro watched Deb grab the bowling ball as the pins reset. She was very focused.
As she concentrated on the pins, Pedro took a sip of his root beer. Deb stepped forward and released the ball with finesse as the remaining pins were knocked off their resting point.
"You got like 4 feet of air that time," Napoleon observed aloud.
Deb smiled.
Pedro stood up, his name was now highlighted on the screen above.
He walked over to pick up a ball, quietly.
The pins now reset, and Pedro focused. He gracefully wiped out all ten pins in one blow.
Napoleon got up, but before he could pick a ball to use, he heard his name.
"Hey, it's Napoleon!"
That could be only one person, Napoleon thought to himself, turning around to face Don.
"OH, is it your turn? Well go on, don't let me distract you."
Napoleon glared at him before turning around to face the lane. He picked up a blue ball with an "8" on it. Blue was the color of ancient wizards that used to defeat menacing goblins during the Dragon Age.
Facing the lane again, Napoleon focused even harder. With a running start, he ran forward heavily, but because he was using bowling shoes and not his moon boots, his back foot tripped on his other heel, causing him to fall forward.
"Ugh!" he grunted as his ball flew into a bowling lane other than his own.
Don laughed at him from the back, hands on his hips.
"Way to go, Napoleon!" he sneered. "You got a gutter ball in someone ELSE'S lane. Guess that's progress!"
Deb and Pedro watched Don laugh at their friend. Don turned to them.
"What are you looking at?" asked Don.
The two remained silent.
"Psh," Don said, raising his eyebrows. "Know what, I'm out of here. I'm not gonna pay for Napoleon to roll gutter balls in my lane."
He headed for the exit, and Napoleon stood up, wiping his shirt.
"Are you okay?" Deb asked.
"Yeah… He's just really lucky I don't have my bow staff," Napoleon remarked.
Somewhere in Idaho
*Upbeat 80's music playing*
The sound of turning tires hitting gravel emerges from the highway as a large, orange van pulls into a Drive-Thru window. Pulling into the Drive-Thru, the music is turned down.
"Hey, hello? Anyone there?" the driver calls out.
No answer.
"HEY what makes you think I wanna kill the day here, c'mon! I just want some FOOD."
A crackling noise from the intercom starts up, and a voice is heard:
"Hello, welcome to 'Meaty N' Fries,' may I take your order, sir?"
"I'll have a small steak and some fries, thanks. Oh yeah, give me a drink, too."
Meanwhile—
The silhouettes of Napoleon, Deb, and Pedro on bicycles can be seen riding along in the evening.
"Pedro, where did you learn how to bowl like that?" Napoleon asked.
"My mother used to live near a bowling alley after she moved here from Mexico. She took me sometimes and would pay for us if we came with her. I guess I just got good after a while."
"Sweet!" Napoleon said, squinting.
"So, where do we go now?" Deb asked.
There was a silence as the three thought.
"We could go to my house," Pedro suggested.
Napoleon and Deb exchanged glances with a look of agreement on their face.
"Sure," Deb said.
The friends turned in the direction of Pedro's street and continued on.
About twenty minutes later, they had gotten to Pedro's neighborhood. Upon reaching his house, they parked their bikes on the lawn, confident they would not be stolen. They entered their friend's home.
"Pedro! Where have you been?" his older female cousin demanded.
"I've been out bowling with my friends," he said.
Deb waved. Napoleon stood still.
"You are LATE," she scolded. "Napoleon, I'm guessing your grandmother wants you home too because she called here earlier, asking if you were here!"
"Dang it!" he said, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
Pedro and Deb looked at Napoleon, sorry that their friend had to leave.
"Well I better go…" he pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess you better," said Pedro's cousin impatiently.
"K, bye," as he ran out the door, grabbing his bike.
Napoleon biked home as quickly as he could, even though it would take him a good half hour at a fast pace. Fortunately, his dance moves had toughened up his leg muscles, and he was able to arrive within the time he had estimated.
He opened the door and stepped inside the small home. Ever since Kip had moved out it had just been his Grandma and himself living there.
"There you are, Napoleon!" his Grandma exclaimed. "Where the Sam Hill have you been?"
"With Pedro and Deb," he replied.
"Well I moved out some of the junk in your room for you…" his grandma began.
"What?" Napoleon groaned.
"We have a visitor. And he needs a place to stay."
There was a short moment of silence, as the visitor stepped in the kitchen, holding a plate with steak on it. He was wearing a white shirt and tie along with dress shoes.
"Hey there, Napoleon. Long time no see."
Standing there was none other than Napoleon's uncle, Uncle Rico.
Napoleon groaned.
"Ugh!"
TO BE CONTINUED.