Chapter 5: Randy - Accidents Happen… But Look on the Bright Side!

Norrisville: 2 days and 5 hours ago-

A stanked Bucky attempts to make his escape through a small air vent, and fails miserably. All I can do is watch as he struggles to pull himself out from the tiny opening he's wedged himself in.

"See, this is why we never go to the air vents in the event of a zombie apocalypse." I say, even though I know he can't hear me, due to his front half stuck in the confined space. "Alright, let's wrap this up quickly then, shall we? I have a spanish quiz to ace, and might I add, the man at the taco stand says my spanish is 'Mucho Rojo', so I have confidence. NINJA TENGU FIREBALL!"

The flaming hot ninja ball is sent straight into the vent with Bucky, as I suddenly realize what I've done. "Aww no…" I say, frantically looking around for something to get everyone outside. "The fire alarm! Perfect! And also ironic! NINJA SCARF PULL!" The fire alarm is snagged by my bright red scarf, and suddenly students and teachers start running through the halls. I walk over to Bucky (still stuck in the air vent) and search him for the thing that will make his de-stank, FAST.

I finally come across his triangle dinger, and proceed to snap it in half. Bucky comes back to his senses, and I quickly guide him out the door. I try to plug up the air vent as best I can and then head outside to the nearest bush to change back into Randy Cunningham, normal ninth-grader, before joining the rest of the school in the parking lot.

"What the JUICE, Cunningham?" I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around to see my best buddy Howard with an angry look on his face. "I was just in the cafeteria enjoying taco tuesday when suddenly, out of nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! And don't tell me this has nothing to do with you because every time anything happens around here you're involved."

"Welllll….." I rub the back of my neck nervously as I try to formulate what I just did into words. "I may…. havejustpossiblysentaTenguFireballthroughtheventsystem, that.. mayormaynotbejustabouttodestroytheschoolandthequickestwaytogeteveryonetosafetywaswiththfirealarm…" I say, a guilty grin crossing my face. As if on cue, just as I say that out loud, a fiery explosion engulfs the school behind us.

New York City: Present day-

"I can't believe this. Because the school was destroyed, now we have to go to a school in new york for the next two months while repairs are being done. TWO. HONKIN'. MONTHS, Cunningham." Howard says, looking to me absolutely annoyed. He flopped onto his bed, spreading out and sighing."This is SO WONK."

"Well, on the bright side, we get to go to a totally bruce convention and stay in a fancy New York hotel before we know what students we're staying with for the next two months." I attempt to reassure him as I shove my suitcase into the closet as best I can. "And as a bonus, since we won't be at the school, we don't have to worry about me needing to go full ninja-mode to de-stank someone or stop another one of McFist's crazy robots."

This seems to have perked him up a little, and he sits up on the bed. "You're right, Cunningham, you don't have to go ninja mode, because there's another hero in New York," He replies, taking out his McFist Pad. He pulls up a video, comes to sit on my bed, and shoves the McFist Pad in my face. "Watch this."

The video is titled "REAL-LIFE GHOST BATTLE!" and looks like it was filmed using a phone camera, but either way, it looks like the inside of a big building. A blue guy wearing overalls is hovering in the air, and starts screaming "I AM THE BOX GHOST! BEWARE!". A little later, someone with silvery hair and what looks like black spandex comes through a wall and talks with him.

"Hey Boxy! Aren't you supposed to be back in Amity Park?" The silver-haired boy asks.

"I AM NOT CONFINED TO THE AREA OF ONE TOWN! JUST LIKE HOW YOU CAN NOT CONTAIN THE ITEMS OF, uh, GHOST CAPTURES INC, IN A SINGLE BOX!" Replied the 'ghost'.

Then, the boy pulls something out, opens it, and points it at the 'ghost'. It sucks the guy into it with a giant beam of light, and the boy makes a bad pun before getting shot at by something and leaving through the roof. The camera then moved down shakily to a couple in colored spandex, one holding a smoking bazooka. The man is about to yell something, but Howard pauses the video and takes the McFist Pad before any noise is heard.

"Isn't this awesome, Cunningham? With this guy on guard, we have the whole time here to ourselves! No distractions at all! SO. HONKIN'. BRUCE." Howard says, obviously excited, but that excitement fades as soon as he looks at me. "Uhh, Cunningham? It looks like you're thinking. You shouldn't be thinking, 'cause that means you're planning something…" He gasps. "Are you thinking about going to meet this ghostly-looking-kid? 'Cause if you are, I'm totally on board with this."

I feel a smile creep onto my face. "Howard, I want to find this ghost kid. Maybe he can give me some advice on how to be a better hero to Norrisvi-"

"Oh, no. Nonononono. You are NOT going to turn something this BRUCE into a learning experience, Cunningham." Howard says.

"But Howard….." I say. "This… This could be a once in a lifetime chance!" In my backpack, the Ninjanomicon hums with life. "See!" I say grabbing the bag and pulling my glowing book of ninja awesomeness out. "Even the Nomicon agrees!"

"No! No nomicon! No asking for hero advice! And most importantly; NO GOING NINJA!" Howard yells at me, shoving the Nomicon back in my bag.

"Relax, I'll only go ninja if I really need to or to talk with the ghost-kid, otherwise I won't be going ninja once." I say, zipping up my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. It had yet to stop humming but i could look at it later. Right now I have a totally bruce convention to go to. We leave our hotel room to join the rest of our class in hall as they wait for the elevator.

"Alright class is everyone here?" Principal Slimovitz called out from at the elevators as everyone gathered around. Once everyone was accounted, for we were waiting for a little while until one of the elevators arrived. I quickly push myself to the front with Howard in tow, not paying much attention until Slimovitz puts his arm in front of us saying we would take a different one. Before the doors close, a blond-haired boy and I make eye contact. All I do is smile and wave at him, and he waves back as the doors completely close and the elevator moves again.

Principal Slimovitz hits the button to call another elevator, and this one comes way faster. Everyone loads on, or, at least as many that can fit without going over the weight limit. After the long and crowded decent, we gathered once more in the lobby of the hotel and waited for the second, less crowded elevator to arrive. I caught a glimpse of the blonde boy again, leaving the hotel and talking to a slightly taller boy with black seem to be getting along, probably friends, before they turn and head in separate directions. I take note that the taller of the two is heading in the direction of the convention with what I assume are his parents.

"Alright, everyone come gather around me," Principal Slimovitz says. All the students go over to listen. "Now, these are your convention passes." he holds a box above his head. "When I call your name, come up can get one. Don't lose them!"

He starts listing off names alphabetically. "Does everyone have a pass?" Some students reply with nods, others reply with saying the word yes out loud and shying away. "Great. Now you can head to the convention, but make sure to stay with a buddy! We don't want to lose anyone."

"Let's go, Cunningham," Howard says, grabbing my arm and running out the door. "I wanna go find that ghost kid."

CHAPTER END