CANCELLED - Chapter 3
Kahn Souphanousinphone and his family packed up their bags into the back of their minivan. It was time for a vacation!
"finally we leave this redneck dirt street for a nice needed break" Kahn said to his wife.
Minh nodded. Connie remained quiet. The blue minivan pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. the airport was only half an hour away. It would be a nice easy drive.
Kahn spotted Bill and Boomhauer drinking redneck beer in the alley. He laughed at them as he drove by.
"Well that wasn't very nice" said Bill.
Ten minutes later they had pulled up to a stop light. Connie saw bobby riding his bike.
"Bobby! where are you going?" She called out the window.
"Prop comic convention!" He shouted from his bike. He pointed to a large building down the street.
The light turned green. The van sped up and drove away.
"Bye Bobby!" Connie called out.
"Don't talk to that fat redneck boy, he no good" Kahn said.
Bobby eventually reached the prop comic convention building. He locked up his bike and walked inside. The lobby was empty except for a man with sunglasses sitting in a chair.
Bobby walked over to the man.
"Is this where the prop comic convention is?" He asked.
The man looked up at him. "Yes, its in convention room D, down the hall" He said, pointing down a hallway.
"Thanks!" Bobby said excitedly.
"I still can't believe Megalomart didn't learn how to handle propane! This is a huge accident just waiting to happen!" Hank said angrily.
"Hank, I really don't care" Dale said. He rolled down the window, lit a cigarette in his mouth and inhaled.
"Its just so gosh darn irresponsible!" Hank said.
He looked in the rear view mirror. The propane tanks from Strickland propane were still there.
Eventually he reached a red light. There was a blue minivan in front of him.
"huh, that look's like Kahn's minivan" Hank said.
"Of course it is, There heading out for a vacation" Dale said.
"How do you know that?" Hank asked.
"I keep tabs on everyone, Hank, and they might be a target" Dale said.
"Dale, that's crap, no one's a target of your stupid conspiracies!" Hank said.
Finally, the light turned green.
The blue minivan stalled for a second, then moved forward.
"Looks like Kahn's engine ain't doing so good" Hank chuckled smugly.
The blue minivan was halfway through the intersection when a large black truck rammed into the side of it. The minivan was lifted slightly in the air and thrown to the side. It landed and rolled over onto its side, glass going everywhere. The black truck sped away down the road.
"BWAHHHH!" Hank shouted.
He ran out of the car to the minivan.
"Kahn! Kahn! Are you alright! Kahn!" Hank climbed on top of the van and opened the door. He pulled Minh out. Then he grabbed Connie and pulled her out.
Kahn climbed through the broken front window.
"What... what happened!" He shouted.
"Kahn! That truck hit you! Are you alright!" Hank asked.
"Its coming back!" Dale shouted, pointing at the oncoming black truck.
"Everyone into my truck! NOW!" Hank shouted. They climbed into Hanks truck just as the black truck hit Kahn's minivan again, causing it to spin on its side through the air.
Hank sped forward down the street.
"Hank, He's after us!" Dale shouted.
Hank looked in the rear view mirror. The black truck was coming after them.
"Hurry!" Kahn shouted from the cramped backseat with his family.
The Black truck was gaining on them.
Hank turned sharply into a one way street.
The black truck followed.
He gunned it down the street. Up ahead was a cul-de-sac.
"Hank, I'll get him!" Dale shouted over the truck engine. He pulled out a handgun.
Hank hit the brakes at the end of the street and did a U-turn. His truck faced the Black truck. The black truck was coming fast.
"GO!" Dale shouted, half out the window.
Hank sped forward at the oncoming black truck. Dale aimed his gun.
He shot once , trice ,three times.
Three bullet holes appeared on the front window of the oncoming black truck. It swerved out of control and hit a parked car. Hank swerved his truck around it.
Kahn threw up in the backseat.
"Who the hell was that!" Hank shouted.
"Its them! Its the people targetting us!" Dale shouted.
"We're going to the police!" Hank shouted.
"NO Hank, They will be after you, there probably after all of us!" Dale shouted.
Like Peggy and Bobby!" Hank cried out.
"YES! Hank, you got to check on them!" Dale shouted.
"There at home!I'll call the police from there!" Hank shouted back.
"Bobby's not at home! He went to the prop comic convention!" Connie cried out from the back seat.
Hank turned and looked at her. He looked back at the road and glared.
Bobby walked into convention room D. There was no lights on.
"Hello?" He asked. He turned on a light. The room was empty. The man with the sunglasses entered the room.
"There's no convention here" Bobby said.
"No." The man with the sunglasses said.
"There's no convention here at all" Bobby said to himself.
"Yes" said the man with the sunglasses. He pulled out some sort of black handle and began to walk towards Bobby. He pressed a button on the handle.
Electricity zapped out the end. He was holding a tazer.
"What are you doing?" bobby asked, taking a step back.
The man with the sunglasses continued towards him. "You're cancelled" He said simply.
He was a couple feet away from Bobby.
Bobby began to sweat, but then-
"THAT'S MY PURSE!"
The man with the sunglasses looked at him confused.
"I DON'T KNOW YOU!"
Bobby kicked him right in the testicles. The man with the sunglasses fell to the floor, coughing. Bobby ran by and out the door.
He ran down the hallway, scared.
"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!" He squealed in fear. The door to convention room B burst open. A man in a black suit stood there with sunglasses on.
"Get away!" Bobby shouted. The man tried to grab him, but he missed. He then gave chase.
Bobby ran into the lobby. It was still empty.
"Someone help me!" He cried out.
"Bobby!" It was Hank.
Hank and Dale had just walked in.
"Dad, Help! This guy wants to kill me!" Bobby shouted, running as fast as he could.
Hank and Dale looked up and met eyes with the stranger wearing the sunglasses.
"You stay away from my son, i'm going to kick your ass!" Hank began, but Dale simply aimed his gun and shot. A bullet hole appeared in his chest. The man with the sunglasses put his hand over the wound. Dale shot once more. This time he hit him in the head. The bullet broke his sunglasses. The man fell to the floor, dead.
"Lets get out of here" Hank said.
The three returned to the truck.
"Bobby, I told you not to go here, now get in the pickup of the truck" Hank said.
Bobby began to stammer, but Hank gave him a glare, so he got up and sat in the back.
"What the hell just happened!" Kahn shouted from the backseat.
"We took care of business" Dale said, putting his handgun back in his gun strap around his shin.
Hank got into the driver seat and silently started the car.
They returned to Rainy street in silence.