Chapter Four: Brad Burb Attack!

Meanwhile: Back at the Burb's house

Johnny Burb is seen still lying on the floor of his bedroom unconscious. Tucker runs up the spiral staircase and pushes his nose into the crack of the door. He steps inside and let's out a small bark at the sight of Johnny. Tucker tilts his head in confusion after Johnny doesn't respond.

Tucker looks up at the red crystal in front of Johnny Burb's head, activates the cheat code box and types in "move_objects on" into it. A second later Johnny appears in the center of the living room, a green crystal above him.

Johnny looks at the scenery around him, noticing that the house is completely empty. "Looks like the repot-man came again, I told dad to use rosebud!"

The buy and build mode buttons blacken. "Oh no," Johnny spoke aloud, "Not again-we already had a burglar this week!"

But to his surprise a burglar did not appear on the Burb's property, but a man that looked exactly like Brad.

"Dad!" Johnny shouted and with that, he raced out the front door to meet him.

Meanwhile: Downtown

The chants seemed to grow louder and louder with every step that the Brad clone took. Brad Burb had to think fast. "There's no way that I can possibly go through with his," Brad thought to himself, "What would I be teaching my son?"

It was then when Brad realized that Johnny wasn't there, so he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to.

Brad rolled up his sleeves of his tan, rad jacket. "This is for my burbie dolls!" he spoke mightily.

The next hour and half were a blur to Brad-or a Burb, I should say. And the next thing Brad knew, he was lying facedown on the sidewalk, beaten up.

Brad struggled to move and somehow he managed to find the strength to get up. Brad slowly walked over towards the restaurant entrance and sat down on the bench in front of it. To his surprise, he found a piece of paper laying on the bench next to him. Brad grabbed the note and sniffed it, "It must be from Tiffany," he spoke.

Brad opened up the note and eagerly read the message, "Dear fellow citizen, due to the irresponsibility of you and your clones actions, you owe Sim City 3 $1,000,000,000,000.07 in damages for it's downtown area. If you fail to pay within a week your house will be evicted and destroyed. Sincerely, your friends, the Sim City 3 Council."

"Oh man," Brad replied after reading the horrendous message, "How can this get any worse?"

That's when Brad spotted a car driving recklessly down the street. Brad slowly gets up from off of the bench and heads towards the telephone booth. He quickly ducks behind it, as the car stops twenty feet in front of him.

"What's going on?" Brad asked himself, keeping a watchful eye on the weird-looking car in front of him, not sure what to expect.

The door opens and out steps three men dressed in matching outfits with tan jackets. Brad Burb gasps, ducking behind the telephone booth even more.

"Oh no, don't tell me," Brad thought to himself, "THERE'S MORE OF THEM??!?"

Brad watched as the three Brads walked into the restaurant, overhearing their conversation.

"You know what soup is really good?" Brad Clone 1 spoke.

"What?" asked the other Brads.

"Chicken Gumbo," Brad Clone 1 replied.

"No," gasped the other two.

"Oh brother," thought Brad, rolling his eyes, "These people are idiots. Everyone knows that Chicken and Celery is the best soup!"

Brad was reaching towards the phone when the three clones walked out of the restaurant a minute later. Brad watched as they went back into the car. In a few seconds, the engine roared.

"I wonder," Brad thought to himself. And with that, Brad walked away from the phone booth and ran after the car.