CANCELLED-Chapter 6
Hank and his family were driving to Dallas for the annual crazy awesome propane and lawn mower convention. It was a beautiful day.
"Football sure is great, Dad, I'm glad you helped me find out how great its" Bobby said, sitting in the backseat.
"That's right ,son" hank said, proud that his son was finally acting right.
"Hey, Hank, want to plow my brown betty?" Peggy asked in a mans voice.
Hank looked at her.
"BWAH!" He shouted. Peggy had Seth MacFarlane's face.
"Peggy! No!"
Seth MacFarlane laughed and grabbed the steering wheel. The truck drove off the road and fell into a very narrow tube.
"Looks like you have a very narrow urethra ,Hank!" Seth MacFarlane shouted. Bobby laughed and expanded rapidly, becoming very fat.
"NOoOoOoO!" hank shouted, as the truck drove down his Urethra towards a bright light. As the truck got closer, the bright light's source became clear. It was a propane tank, which promptly exploded, burning the urethral wall lining and shooting pieces of Dale, Peggy and Hank's Mother at the truck.
Hank awoke with a start. He was very sweaty. It had only been a nightmare. It had been a few days since the summer party explosion, and Hank's only method of coping was t o act like everything was alright. He looked at his clock. It was 7:13 AM. He had to get up for work.
He quickly showered and dressed. He awoke Bobby. He had made a habit of taking bobby everywhere with him, out of fear that bobby would be taking next.
He got himself a cup of coffee and mentally braced himself for the day.
The doorbell rang.
Hank looked at the door, picked up a 9 iron, then carefully opened the door.
It was Lucky and Luanne.
"Uncle Hank, are you okay?" Luanne asked, with a little bit of fear in her voice.
"yes" Hank said, emotionless.
"you know that bottling up your emotions is a serious problem" Lucky said.
"I don't need lectures from you!" Hank shouted angrily.
"Uncle Hank! Calm down" Luanne cried out.
"Stop crying! No ones crying! Everything is okay!" Hank shouted back.
Luanne began to cry louder.
"Get out of my way! I have to go to work! bobby, get over here!"
bobby walked over slowly. Hank grabbed his shoulder and pulled him outside. they both climbed into the truck.
"Uncle Hank! please!" Luanne begged at the window.
"I have to go to work! Everything is fine!" Hank pulled out the drive way and drove away fast, leaving Luanne crying into Lucky's shoulder.
"Everyone keeps crying and freaking out, everything is going to be fine!" Hank said angrily to no one in particular.
"Dad! you're scaring me!" Bobby said.
"Calm down bobby, here , read this propane manual" Hank passed him a propane safety manual.
"That boy ain't right" He said, under his breath.
Hank finally arrived at Strickland propane. He left Bobby in the car. "Don't leave the car" He said.
He began to walk away, then stopped and turned around. "Read more safety pamphlets" He said, passing two more to Bobby.
Enrique was working outside, cleaning propane tanks. He looked up at Hank and then away quickly.
there was two teenagers hanging around in the parking lot. Hank glared at them as he walked inside. They looked like they were from bobby's school.
Inside, everyone seemed to be playing on the computer.
"What the hell is this?" Hank demanded.
"Its Pro-Pain 2! This game is awesome ,the online play is way more updated!" Joe Jack said, without looking away from the screen.
"Pro-pain 2! I loved that game.. wait... wait a minute, you should all be working! Everyone get backed to work!" Hank shouted.
Joe Jack looked at him and shook his head.
"I'm telling Buck!" Hank stomped into the office.
"Hey Hank ,whats the matter old top?" Buck Strickland asked from behind his desk. He had an unlit cigar in his hand that he was playing with.
"Everyone's playing Pro-Pain 2 and not working! This place is falling apart!" Hank shouted angrily.
"Woah Hank, you better calm down, maybe you should have a cigar, on me, and maybe head home" buck Strickland said.
"You can't smoke here! Its dangerous!" Hank shouted back.
"Hank, I think you should take some time off, maybe see a doctor or something" Buck said.
"I'm fine! Everything is fine!" Hank shouted, red in the face. Everything was going wrong, it wasn't him.
Hank stormed out of the office and went outside to help Enrique. At least he wasn't playing video games.
"Enrique! Can you believe everyone in there!" Hank shouted.
"Hey Hank, can you not shout?" Enrique asked timidly, looking away.
"What the hell is that smell?" Hank said, sniffing the air. It was a familiar smell. Instantly, Hank felt sick to his stomach.
"Gas!" Hank shouted. He turned around. The two teenagers from Bobby's school were letting gas out.
"Hey! What do you two think your doing!" Hank shouted at them.
One of them looked up. "These guys in sunglasses paid us 100 bucks to let out all the gas" he said, laughing.
"Its going to be... so... cool" said the other, breathing awkwardly in between words.
"Guys with sunglasses?" Hank asked, becoming incredibly fearful.
They nodded.
"Oh god! buck's lighting up a cigar!" BOOM.
The inside of Strickland propane exploded with flames. All the windows broke as a heat wave went over Hank and Enrique.
"Jesus Christ!" Enrique shouted.
Hank ran inside. The whole place was on fire. Joe Jack was rolling on the floor, covered in flames. There was a second explosion. Hank ran outside just as a wave of fire blew past him.
"Enrique! Get in the truck!" He shouted. They both ran to the truck. The Two teenagers began to run, but then they both fell over.
Hank looked for a second. There was a ton of bloody holes in the back of the both of them. Hank looked up. Across the street, three men in black wearing sunglasses were running towards him, all three of them holding automatic weapons. Hank ran and opened the door. He heard bullets zip by.
"Bobby! Get down!" He shouted, starting up the truck. Enrique jumped into the passenger seat.
Hank floored it and drove out of the parking lot as fast as he could. Another explosion happened, this one engulfed all the cars in the parking lot and the two dead teenagers. Hank just missed it.
The three men peppered the back of Hank's truck with bullets. The back window shattered. Hank ducked and continued driving away as fast as he could. He bullets stopped making contact, he was out of their range.
He turned around.
"Bobby! are you alright?" He shouted.
Booby was huddled in the fetal position on the chair. He looked up. He was unharmed.
"Enrique, you alright?" Hank asked, looking to his right.
Enrique was slumped forward against the dash board, his back had several bullet holes in it.
"ENRIQUE!" Hank shouted, prodding Enrique's shoulder.
Enrique was dead.
"Dad! LOOK OUT!" Bobby screamed, pointing forward.
Hank looked forward. He had been driving extremely fast down the road and he had just entered a parking lot. Up ahead, and coming extremely fast, was the entrance to the fox broadcasting station. He hit the brake, but the truck smashed right through the lobby wall and smashed right through the lobby. It crashed through another room and hit a reinforced wall. Hank's airbag exploded in front of him. Everything was black.
"Dad! Wake up!"
It was bobby, but he sounded really distant.
"Dad!" Bobby screamed.
Hank opened his eyes. He was slumped against the airbag, there was screaming sounds all around. He felt very fuzzy and distant.
"Dad! lets go!" Bobby pulled Hanks shoulder.
Hank looked around.
"What's going on?" He said.
"LET's GO!" Bobby screamed. Hank climbed out of the truck. They ran down the hallway, unsure what direction to go. They were nearly at the end of the hallway when a door opened.
A man with sunglasses walked out. He pointed at Hank and pulled out a taser from his jacket pocket.
Hank, using the adrenaline rush of his life, ran forward and punched the man in the face. The man fell back into the room. Hank lost his balance and fell forward into the room, landing on all fours.
"Dad!" Bobby shouted in surprise.
"What?" Hank said.
"Dad! Look!" Bobby said, pointing inside the room. Hank looked at him, then his hand, then in the direction Bobby was pointing. He looked in the room.
There, tied up on a chair, was Peggy.