Note: How many times must I say I don't own jak and Daxter before it gets through your big, thick skulls?! Sorry, for the slight delay, but my cell phone, remote control, and all my other fabulous electronic devices in my room all crapped out on me and it'll be a while before they're fixed...My precious vacation pictures...-sniff- My precious Drake and Josh...-cries hysterically- MY PRECIOUS A.I.M! -wails like a banshee- Waaaah...okay...okay...I'm calm...Okay...on with the show!!!!

CHAPTER SIX (OH MY GOD SOMEBODY STOP ME LOL)

Torn sketched a picture of a Zoomer flying by. He was sitting in a corner in South Town, watching the people and traffic and drawing, as per Jak's request. Jak was sitting next to him, chewing on an apple he'd gotten from the Bazaar next to them. Torn watched the Zoomers go up the ramp onto the overpass through the Bazaar. Jak grinned and chucked a small rock at some guy's tail light, breaking it. The guy looked out his window and started yelling and shaking his fist. He was an old man, somewhere in his late 70's to early 80's. Torn sketched it down. "Nice work, I could work with that."

"Oh, you were drawing that? Sorry, I got bored." Torn shook his head and sighed. "I wonder where the rat is?"

"Daxter? You're right, I haven't seen him in at least a day or two." Jak got up. "I'm going to go find him, you keep drawing." Torn nodded absentmindedly, flickering his pen over the paper. Jak jumped up and swiped a Zoomer from some lady passing. He drove off, leaving the lady bewildered. "Did-did he just take my--"

"Jak will do that. Leave it alone. If he hasn't completely destroyed the Zoomer, he'll probably give it back to you." Torn interrupted. "In the meantime, find a random one parked around." The lady walked off, scratching her head and searching for a Zoomer. Torn drew her.

An hour and a half later, Jak came back on foot. "No sign of Dax anywhere. He's probably gotten himself in trouble."

"Or he's in Kras by the racetracks. Where'd the Zoomer go?"

"Blew up about a half a mile back. I guess I shouldn't have rammed it sideways into that tree."

"Guess not."

"Are you done yet?" Torn held up a full sketchbook. "Now I am."

"Let's go market these. While I was out, I rented a space in the Bazaar for us to use." Torn got up and followed Jak to the booth. Jak flicked the sign to say OPEN. A man passing by spotted the sign and looked at Torn. "What are you selling?"

"Hand made art. Want to look?" Torn laid down the sketchbook. "Wow! Did you draw these?"

"All of them, yeah." The man looked impressed. "I'll buy this one of the exploding Zoomer." The man paid and left with the picture, mumbling something about "Putting this thing over my bed." Jak grinned as more people showed up.

Torn laughed as he exploded into the hideout. "We made a killing, today Torn! Look at all this money! Look at it!"

"I see it, Jak, it's a lot of money!" Jak took a deep whiff of the money in his hands. "Mmmm...that's the smell of success, Torn."

"Or it could be the smell of those gloves you wear."

"How do you know what my gloves smell like?"

"They smell like leather, like anything leather. Duh." Torn sat down at his desk and yawned. "It was a big day today. I'm headed to bed. You going?"

"Yeah, I'm tired. That one lady with the bird on her hat had the most grating voice. I'd like to get to sleep." Jak said, grinning stupidly. "Tomorrow we're going back to sell more, right?"

"Yeah. I can't believe how many people bought my doodles." Jak snickered. "Heh. Doodles."

"It's a word!"

"I know, I know. I'm going to bed." Jak pulled off his shirt and jumped into the nearest bunk, and was out before Torn shut off the light. As Torn looked down at his sleeping buddy, a swell of something washed over him. Happiness? Pride? Something else? Torn couldn't place his finger on the feeling, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, the rest of this week wouldn't be so bad.

CHAPTER SEVEN COMING SOON!

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