The two boys ran excitedly up to Kick's bedroom. When they arrived at their location, Kick had forgotten where he kept his skateboard.
"Where's my skateboard?" Kick asked Gunther. Gunther shrugged.
"I don't know. You're the one who had it last." he responded. Kick face palmed.
"Great! I can't believe I lost my own skateboard." he scolded himself. Gunther's eyes darted around the room.
"Well, if you don't remember where you put it then we should look for it." Gunther suggested. Kick smiled.
"Great idea!" he shouted as he began to search.
Gunther searched for Kick's skateboard with him. They looked everywhere around his room. In the closet, under furniture, in the corners, even under the bed. Nothing. Gunther sighed.
"No sign of your skateboard Kick." he admitted. Kick frowned.
"Awww man! Now how will we do the stunt?" he asked, disappointment in his voice.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on Kicks door.
"Open this door Dillweed!" an oh so familiar voice boomed outside Kicks door. Gunther's face became worried.
"Oh no! It's Brad!" he yelled. Kick looked confused for a second.
"Brad? Oh! You mean my brother right?" he asked, remembering his brothers face. The knock became louder.
"Dont make me come in there!" Brad shouted.
"Yes! And he doesn't sound happy." Gunther said, obviously worried that another fight would break out. Before another word could be said, the door was kicked open by an angry looking Brad.
"Your dead Dillweed!" he snarled as he walked towards Kick.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Hang on a second! What did I even do?" Kick asked, not understanding why Brad was so mad.
"Don't pretend you don't already know!" Brad spat back in response. Gunther knew this was gonna get real ugly real fast. He shrunk back into a nearby corner.
"But I don't know!" Kick insisted, taking a few steps back. Brad grabbed Kick by the front of his jumpsuit, lifting him up until he was face to face with Brad.
"You stole my Bikini Lumber Jack magazine and left it on the kitchen counter! Now mom and dad know all about my collection and they took away every last one that I had hidden cleverly underneath my bed!" Brad growled, his nose literally touching Kicks memmory-wiped daredevil flinched. He squirmed, trying to get free.
"I didn't touch your Tankini Thumber Sack or whatever you just said." Kick protested. Brad frowned.
"I don't believe that for a second! Now prepare to be pounded!" he snapped.
"Wait! Hang on a second, Brad! Let's not jump to conclusions." Gunther protested, trying to be brave and stand up for his friend. Brad dropped Kick onto the floor, causing him to let out a pained grunt and scramble into the nearest corner.
"I've had just about enough from you Gunther! Now shut your trap before I pound you next!" Brad snarled, edging towards Gunther.
Gunther gulped, obviously intimidated. He was afraid of Brad and always had been. Courage wasn't exactly his thing, but his best friend was about to get creamed and he couldn't just stand aside and let Brad beat him to a pulp.
"No! I won't let you hurt Kick! You already injured him once and I'm not about to stand aside and let you do it again!" Gunther shouted at Brad, getting a sudden burst of courage. The rat faced teen's face darkened in rage.
"That's it! I'm through playing around! Your about to get a face full of my fist!" Brad yelled.
He began to walk towards Gunther. Gunther stood his ground, trying to be brave. He didn't stand a chance against Brad and he knew it, but he had to try for the sake of his best friend. Brad pulled his fist back and punched Gunther right in the ribs. The boy tried to block the attack, but ended up getting his fingers smashed in the process. Gunther yelped in pain as Brad showed no mercy. He was being beaten badly and was soon pinned against the wall. Panting heavily, Gunther tried to kick at Brad but the older teen had his knees dug into his gut, keeping him from escape or using any kind of defense.
"Any last words before I take you down?" Brad growled with a devious smirk. Gunther sighed in defeat.
"Do your worst." he said, his voice weary yet somewhat cold. Brad raised his fist for his final, brutal attack on Gunther. The boy was about to go down hard for the sake of his best friend.