Note-Nearing the end now. This is probably the penultimate chapter. Sorry to "Bells of Tomorrow", but this isn't an explanation chapter. It was briefly explained what happened in the dialogue. But if you're still reading this, thanks for still reading this!
"Hey, there, Robbie, old pal!" grinned the Janitor. "How's it goin?"
"Don't you dare speak!" growled the old man in a very, very Texan accent. He turned, and pointed the gun at me. I clutched Rowdy tighter to my chest.
"Now you just that there dog down now, son" he warned menacingly.
"Never!" I replied, in a foolish act of chivalry. Robert Basole squinted his eyes, and began to squeeze the trigger.
"Newbie, put the dog down!" murmured Dr Cox firmly. So I did, and the old man let his rifle drop from my face. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"So you's been robbin ma prize piece there, Jan?" he asked. For a moment, I wondered who Jan was, before realising that he was speaking to the Janitor.
"No, Robbie, of course not! I was just checking out the competition!"
"By breakin and enterin ma project shed?"
There was a silence. Then, Dr Cox spoke.
"Now, buddy, me and Georgia here have done abso-lu-hutely nothing wrong, so why don't you just put that gun down and let us go, because unlike you and this maniac here, we have lives apart from stuffing dead animals, well actually I'm not sure about Carolina having a proper life, but I have an ex-wife and child that don't know whe-here I am, and that brings me back to my original point, we have to go, so why don't you just move aside, and we'll be on our way!"
How could I have forgotten Carolina and Georgia?
Dr Cox walked bravely towards the door, and tried to shoulder shove past Basole. But there was a squish and a thud, and a yell of pain. Robert had knocked Dr Cox to the floor by hitting him on the stomach with the rifle.
"Dr Cox, are you ok?"
There was a cackle of manic laughter from our opponent. He held up something to the light. It was the key to the shed that the Janitor had carelessly placed next to a dead raccoon.
"Right, fellas, I better be off! I's got a competition to win!
And with that, still carrying the gun and Rowdy, he backed out of the shed, and locked the door behind him.
"Isn't it odd that all the people I hate and want to murder brutally are called Robert?" Dr Cox whispered in pain as he stood up. I turned angrily to the Janitor.
"Now how the hell are we supposed to get out?" He shrugged.
"Come on, there's gotta be a window or something!" I yelled in desperation. I could feel tears of anger and frustration welling up in my eyes. Don't cry, JD! If you cry in front of the Janitor and Dr Cox, you'll never live it down…
"Relax! I'm a Janitor; I'm good at spotting cracks in small spaces!"
He walked over to the door, and started inspecting it.
"What the hell are you doing, Lurch?" yelled Dr Cox angrily. "We're stuck in a shed with dead animals and you're checking the woodwork? What are you, some kind of idiot? What will rotting wood do to help us?"
"This!" said the Janitor triumphantly. He gave the door a swift kick. There was a crack, and the rotten wood splintered, cracked and split. The door fell off its hinges, and fell to the floor outside with a smothered thump.
"Oh, by the way, Angry Doctor, you'll pay for calling me an idiot later!"
"What…?"
"Guys, lets just go!" I yelled.
Janitor nodded, and we ran through the door, and to the van. I climbed in the passenger seat, and Janitor started the exhaust.
"Right! Let's go!" he said. The van swung into motion, and we took of down the road towards the Taxidermy Competition and Rowdy.