Hans and Franz and the Journey to the Magical Strudel Lord's Treasury

by UltramarineGrammarQueen

Once upon a time, in a middle school far, far away, there were two boys by the names of Hans and Franz. Passionate lovers of strudel, the teenagers embark upon a journey to uphold the good of variety in their favorite pastry. Perhaps, though, strudel is not the purpose at stake. After all, the intelligence of a certain egotistical teen should never be underestimated.

8. Chapter 7: Commitment

Chapter 7

"Commitment"

Hans waited until they were out of earshot, then spoke. "I really don't know if we can trust those two," he said, darkly. Franz frowned. "Neither would I," he replied, "but they gave us the key, didn't they?" "No," Hans continued, "it's not that. Remember Rooster's friend? He said that Sven told them to be dramatic, and that he had no idea why!" "So?" Franz asked, unconvinced. "So, what is Sven up to?!" Cried Hans, "We should turn back, now, before anything else-" "WHAT?!" yelled Franz, "Have you forgotten why we're here?!"

"Our safety is our priority," Hans growled, "and I don't think that Sven can be trusted." Franz turned to Hans. "I'm going." he said, angrily, "I am going to find that treasury if it's the last thing I do. If you don't want to join me, then so be it!" Hans muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

"What was that?" asked Franz, in the most condescending voice he could muster, "Say that again; louder this time." "I meant to tell you," said Hans, sardonically, "that there's more to life than simply hopes, dreams, and whatnot! Why can't you use your brain?! Some things just aren't worth fighting for! Don't you realize that we're about to break into a vault...and for what? STRUDEL?!"

"The high security storage vaults are just north of here," mumbled Franz, ignoring the previous statement, "if you're still game." "I am most certainly not game," sneered Hans, "I am most certainly not willing to risk anything else over this stupid, worthless, inane-" "Fine!" Franz spat contemptuously. He wrenched the key from Hans' grip, retreating in the direction of the vaults.