THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED Part 3
Bob,Deano,Iggy: Pant... pant...
Bob: ugh...
Deano: how... can she... run that fast...?
Iggy: No idea... Even I can't move that fast...
Bob: Well... You are partially blind, right ?
Iggy: yeah.. so ?
Bob: I would think you'd want to move more carefully if you can't see that well...
Iggy: Oh yeah !? I'll show you !! What do ya say to a race !? I'll prove I can see just fine !!
Bob: Uhhh... Maybe that's not... Iggy cuts him off
Iggy: That's what I thought !! Ya big chicken !
mocks Bob with chicken noises
Bob: FINE !! I'll race you !! Jackass...
Iggy: so be it !! Right here, in 10 minutes ! Prepare to eat my DUST !!
Bob: We'll see about that !!
They walk off in seperate directions.
Deano: Oh boy... What was I thinking coming all this way ? Sigh
Melissa: Yelling from atop small hill Hey you morons !! I'm up here !! C'mon, lets go !!
She moves closer to their spot
Melissa: What the hell guys ?
Deano: You're not gonna believe this...
Melissa: What ?
Deano: Bob and Iggy had a fight, and now they're having a footrace to settle it...
Melissa: Oh brother... shakes head in disgust
Deano: I know, I said the same thing.
Melissa: What started the whole thing anyway ?
Deano: Technically, You did...
Melissa: How is their fight MY fault !!
Deano: Well, we couldn't catch up to you, and Iggy made a comment that even he couldn't run that fast. Bob brought up a point, that Iggy was partially blind, which might be why he wouldn't move as fast. Iggy took it offesnively, and there ya go, now they're racing each other...
Melissa: Was there any way you could've made that just a bit shorter ?
Deano: Uhhh, no, not really...
Melissa rolls her eyes
Melissa: well, either way, we need to just let them duke it out, and settle their differences.
Deano: You really think it'll work ?
Melissa: Trust me, I've seen it work plenty of times before.
(10 Minutes have passed, and the race is about to start)
Deano: Well, there they are...
Melissa: Let's see what happens.
Who do you think will win Deano ?
Looks over Deano ??
Deano: (standing at a bet counter) Put it all on that sheargrub !!
Bet Counter Guy: What ?? There's no sheargrub there !
Deano: Yeah there is ! See ? points
Bet Counter Guy: Ohhh, there he is... Sure... Good luck, and enjoy.
Deano: All right... Now I'm.. Huh ?? Sees a snack vendor
His eyes light up, and he buys 1 of everything
Melissa: Deano ! Where'd you go !?
Deano: With a mouthful of food Nowhere...
Melissa: Smacks forehead
Announcer: And here are the three racers at the stadium today !
In the 1st gate, Bob !! The 2nd gate, Iggy !! And the last gate, a Random sheargrub...
Ok then !! On your mark, get set, BANG !!
AND THEY'RE OFF !! Iggy is leading the pack, with Bob right behind, but closing in is the sheargrub, and.
well... this...is a shock...
It seems, both Iggy and Bob, have suffered from extreme exhaustion, and are out of this race... Which means, the winner is.
WHAT'S THIS !? The sheargrub is no longer on the track !? Well, well, well... It seems that opens eyes in shock a pebble is the winner !?
Deano: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !! Sobbing I PUT ALL MY MONEY ON THAT SHEARGRUB.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!
Melissa: You really are pathetic, Deano...
Bob: Ugh... Iggy ?
Iggy: Yeah...?
Bob: I didn't mean that comment in an offensive way...
Iggy: Yeah, I know... I was just pissed cause I couldn't catch up...
Bob: Truce ?
Iggy: Truce ...
Melissa: Well, at least someone here learned something from this...
?: Hello, I saw you two racing, and... falling over from exhaustion for that matter...
Bob: Yeah, uhh... Might I ask who you are ?
?: My apologies... I am Morice. Oh, right. This is my friend and apprentice, Mary.
Mary: Pleasure to meet you.
Morice: Indeed.
Bob: So... Why are you here ?
Morice: Well, I noticed you seem to be traveling, and was hoping to offer you a quality meal.
Bob: Quality meal ?
Morice: That's correct. You see, Mary and I are chefs. However, We were tossed out of our home town, because of one screw-up.
I accidentally knocked in the wrong ingrediant, which made the dish quite disgusting, not to mention slightly poisonous...
Bob: Sweat Drop
Morice: Please, I would like to show you our talents...
Bob: Well... It can't be any worse than what we've been having.
Morice: Thank you.
Melissa: I hope you know what you're doing...
Bob: I'll be fine. It's just food. Noting's gonna go wrong. I hope...
End Part 3
Bonus Info:
Character Profile: Melissa
Age: 19 Height: Medium Tall Weight: Average Gender: Female Species: Pikmin
X-tra Info:
Melissa is an outcast, in more ways than one. Her home town is more about the belief that everybody is the same, they just look different. Melissa does not agree, and she creates poems, paintings, and clothes that represent her belief of individuality. The town is full of preppy pikmin, that act superior to those who are different. Most female pikmin in Melissa's town are snobby, and into more feminine things. Melissa hates the fact that they're all so blind to the different types of personalities out there, so she decides to hit the road. She dresses in gothic clothes of her own design, and seeks to change the one-way thinking of the population. She sent her poems to a publishing company, but they never responded to her yet. She's more rough than most, and gets angered easily, due to her inner emotions that she doesn't want to let anyone know.
Character Profile: Melissa (Con't.)
X-tra Info: Melissa was an outcast at home, and was never really treated the way she should've been. She didn't care that much, and decided to leave home,
since everyone in her home town was very preppy, and acted all the same. She hated the numerous other pikmin in town who all dressed, appeared, and acted the same. She was the only one who was different, and was her own person. She tried numerous times to make the others understand that they all didn't have to be alike, and could be themselves. Everyone was so brainwashed by the society, that they never understood what she was talking about. All they saw was some strange pikmin standing on a table, and shouting. She expresses herself, with mostly anger, because she's only seen other pikmin who are the same, and nothing more. She excels at painting, drawing, poetry, dance, and other forms of expression. She hopes to show the world to be individual, and just be who THEY are, not who someone else is. She has a slight crush on Bob right now, and hopes they can become more than just friends. She also designs her own clothing, which she is wearing. She's sent in her Poetry to a publishing company, but has yet to get a reply...