Chapter Five: Secret World of the Unknown Brads
Meanwhile: Back at the Burb's House
Johnny races out of the house and hugs the Brad. The Brad gives Johnny a confused look before giving him a gentle pat on the back.
"Dad, you're back!" Johnny spoke, his smile a mile wide, "I knew you'd come back!"
"Umm, yeah Brad, I came back," the Brad replied.
Johnny steps away from the Brad and gives him a look of confusion. "Dad, are you feeling okay?" Johnny asked.
"Of course I'm feeling okay Brad, why wouldn't I be?" the Brad replied.
"Well," Johnny said uneasily, "It's just that you don't quite seem like yourself today."
"What do you mean by that," the Brad pauses to think before completing his sentence, "…dad?"
Johnny takes another step back from the Brad, an even greater look of confusion spread across his face. "Well for one thing," Johnny spoke, "You keep calling me Brad."
"Well that's your name, isn't it?" the Brad asked.
"Umm, no," Johnny answered, "I'm Johnny, don't you remember?"
"Wait," the Brad spoke, "You mean to tell me that there are people in this world that don't have the name Brad?"
"Umm, yes," Johnny replied weakly.
The Brad stood on the front lawn for several minutes before running around the lawn screaming.
Johnny continues to watch him as the Brad goes through an angry rampage and throws everything in sight.
"Well this is awkward," Johnny spoke aloud.
Meanwhile: On the Other Side of the Neighborhood
Brad Burb is racing through the neighborhood and after the sports car.
"Must…catch…car," Brad spoke between breaths.
After what seemed like hours the sports car finally stopped and pulled up into a driveway. Brad stopped running and quickly dragged himself behind a nearby bush.
The car door flew open as the three Brad Burb clones stepped out of the car and made their way to the house.
Brad peered at them from behind the bush, examining their strange house. It was shaped like a B, and painted with pink and blue stripes.
"I wonder why they have so many toilets," Brad thought to himself, after spotting twenty golden toilets in front of the house.
After all of the Brad Burb clones walked inside of the house, Brad got out from behind the bushes and sneaked into the backyard.
"I should probably take a look at this place before I jump to any conclusions," he whispered.
Brad arrived in the backyard and began to look around. He spotted several white-tile hot tubs and water fountains. What intrigued him the most, however, was the assortment of wishing wells that they had. "Who knew that clones liked wells so much?" Brad thought.
Brad shivered; this weird place was giving him the creeps. Brad thought about leaving this strange place before he was caught by another clone of himself, but the curiosity of the B-shaped house of Brad Burbs overtook him. "I must find out more about these clones," Brad told himself, "Like where did they come from, and why are they here?"
Brad was so deep in his thoughts that he did not notice the back door slowly opening behind him. And before he knew it, he was face to face with another Brad Burb.
Meanwhile: Back at the Burb's House
Johnny is sitting down on the living room couch watching television with Tucker, the family's golden retriever, sitting on the couch next to him.
Meanwhile, behind them, the Brad Burb clone is destroying what's left of the Burb household.
Johnny gets up from off of the couch and heads toward the kitchen. He opens up the refridgerator only to find that half of the door is missing.
"Umm, dad?" Johnny spoke to the clone.
"Yeah Brad?" the Brad Burb answered, chewing on the left side of the living room couch.
"Uhh, it's Johnny, and are you okay?" Johnny asked.
"Why, I'm fine and dandy can of mustard," the Brad Burb replied.
"Umm, well, you seem a little off today dad," Johnny spoke.
"Off?" the Brad Burb clone replied, "That's exactly the kind of language that I send you to school to leave in your tan jacket!"
Johnny raises his eyebrow in confusion, "Right," Johnny spoke, "Cause that sure makes a lot of sense to me."
"Don't back-sass me, Brad!" the Brad Burb clone shouted angrily, "I taught you everything you know about fashion!"
"Yeah dad," Johnny replied rolling his eyes up at the ceiling, "Whatever you say."
Johnny heads upstairs to his room as the Brad Burb continues to chew on the couch.
"Ahh," he spoke, "Nothing like the taste of a good couch after a job well done." The Brad Burb pauses before continuing, "Oh Johnny, such a stupid kid, he'll never be able to prove me guilty-NEVER! This house is as good as mine!"
The doorbell rings, and pounding fists are heard at the door.
"Open up Brad, we know you're in there!"
"Crap, gotta hide!" the Brad Burb spoke before making his way into the pantry.
It was only a matter of time.