Kick came to after about ten minuets. He groaned and rubbed his aching head. The first thing he noticed was that Gunther and Brad were looking at him with worried expressions on their faces. But strangely enough, he couldn't remember who they were. As a matter of fact he couldn't even remember his own name
"Kick! Oh thank goddess your alright! We were so worried about you! Well, I was. I'm not so sure about Brad. Considering the fact that he was the one that knocked you out," said Gunther.
"What are you talking about?" said Kick.
"What? Don't you remember what Brad did to you?" Gunther asked.
"Who's Brad?" said Kick.
"You know who Brad is," said Gunther.
"No I don't. I don't know who you are either," said Kick.
"This isn't good. If Kick's lost his memory then we have a major problem, said Gunther.
"What do you mean we have a problem. I want no part of this," said Brad.
"It's your fault he got knocked out. Of course your going to be a part of this," said Gunther.
"There's no way you can make me help you," said Brad.
"Oh yes there is," said Gunther.
"How?" said Brad.
"If you don't help me help Kick, I'll tell your parents that you knocked him out during a fight, and you'll get grounded," said Gunther.
"Wait. You're not thinking about telling my mom and dad about this are you?" said Brad.
"Sure I am," said Gunther.
"Fine. I'll help you help Kick. But you have to promise you won't tell my mom and dad about this," said Brad.
"I promise," said Gunther.
"If you say one word to my parents about this, I'll be sure to beat you to a pulp. Is that understood? said Brad.
"Yes," said Gunther.
"Beat who to a pulp?" Kick asked.
"Brad said that he would beat me to a pulp if I tell his parents that he knocked you out," said Gunther.
"Who's Brad?" asked Kick.
"Brad is him," said Gunther pointing to Brad.
"Really?" said Kick.
"Yeah. He's your older brother," said Gunther.
"I have an older brother?" said Kick.
"Yeah. He's usually mean to you, but I made him agree to help me help you," said Gunther.
"Who are you anyways?" asked Kick.
"Well, I'm Gunther, your best friend," said Gunther.
"I didn't even know I had a best friend," said Kick.
"Well you do and it's me," said Gunther.
"And another thing. Where am I?," asked Kick.
"You're in your room," said Gunther.
"My room?" said Kick.
"Yes. Your room," said Gunther.
"Just one more question?" said Kick.
"Whats that?" said Gunther.
"Who am I?" asked Kick.
"That's an easy one. You're Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil," said Gunther.
"Daredevil? What's a daredevil?" said Kick.
"Well a daredevil is someone who's not afraid to live the extreme. Someone who would want to do crazy stunts. Like skateboard off cliffs or sky dive off a skyscraper," said Gunther.
"Cool! And what makes someone want to do stuff like that?"said Kick.
"Well, I guess once they do a stunt, they want to do it again. They get addicted to doing stunts. It just makes them happy," said Gunther.
"Wow! I wish I could do a stunt," said Kick.
"Maybe you can," said Gunther.
"Really?" said Kick.
"Yeah! And I know just the stunt you can do," said Gunther.
"Really? What stunt can I do?" said Kick.
"Meet me at the top of Widowmakers Peak tomorrow at eight thirty AM and I'll tell you," said Gunther.
"But I don't know how to get to Widowmakers peak," said Kick.
"Here. Take these instructions I made a while back," said Gunther.
"Thanks," said Kick.
"Well I better be getting home now. I promised my parents I'd be home by seven thirty. Come on, Brad," said Gunther.
"Don't tell me what to do Gunther," said Brad.
"Whatever. Bye Kick. See you at Widowmakers peak tomorrow morning. Don't forget to bring your skateboard," said Gunther.
"Ok, bye Gutties," said Kick.
"My name's Gunther," said Gunther.
"Oh, right," said Kick.
With those words, Brad and Gunther left the room, leaving Kick in his room alone.
"Well, I guess I should go to bed," Kick said to himself. On that note, Kick climbed into his bed and fell into a deep sleep.