Kendall turned up her nose. "Clarence."
"Kendall." Kick said with steely eyes.
"Here." She said holding out a box with the same pattern as her shirt.
Kick was taken off guard. "What-what is it?"
"You have to open it, duh." She said snootily.
Kick shook his head to clear his mind. Back to reality Buttowski. Kick swiped the box from Kendall's hands quickly in an attempt to counter her sarcasm.
Kendall scoffed. "Well you're welcome!"
"Thanks." Kick grumbled.
With that Kendall walked away chin held high. Once around the corner she turned to watch Kick open her gift.
For a moment Kick just stood there looking into the girly patterned box. "What is it Kick?" Gunther asked.
"This is awesome!" Kick said holding a paper above his head.
"What? What is it?"
"Aw this is going straight into the museum of Kick Buttowski!"
Kendall smiled proudly.
In the Buttowski garage/ museum Kick was still absorbed in Kendall's gift. "This is so awesome! I have to use this in my stunt." Kick said excitedly still oozing over Kendall's gift. "For safe keeping, I better put this in something safe." He slid a plastic cover over it to guard it.
Since Kicks stunt was a secret Gunther knew Kick wouldn't tell him what it was. But Kick had made it sound so exciting Gunther couldn't help but lean over his friends shoulder to peek.
Upon seeing the content of the paper Gunther fell down laughing.
"Gunther!" Kick snapped. "Don't say anything about this to anyone!"
"Ahaha! Kick, how are you even going to use that in your stunt?"
"Shhh. Don't even mention it anymore its not safe here."
"What do you mean by that Kick?"
"Shhh!" Kick ushered and suddenly ninja'd his way over the garage door and kicked it loudly with his foot.
"Ow!" A snobbish, whinny voice sounded. "My earrrr." It whined. "Buttowski broke my ear!"
"Gibble! What are you doing behind my garage door?" Kick said slamming the door up.
"Owwwww. My ear better not be broken Buttowski or I'll get my daddy's lawyers to sue you for like, everything you own!"
"What." Kick repeated with gritted teeth, "are you doing here?"
"tsk. You know why." Gordon Gibble said still rubbing his ear tenderly. "My prebirthday celebration is in a week and I know you're planning a huge stunt. You are not over shadowing MY prebirthday party!" With that Gibble grabbed the paper object from Kicks hand and ran.
"Hey!" Kick called after him grabbing Ole blue, his infamous, mud covered, worn down, skate board from where it was on the floor.
"Micheal Anthony! Anthony Micheal! Don't let Buttowski catch me!" Gibble called in his whinny voice.
"Yes sir!" The lower voiced twin called.
"Yes soir!" His cross eye'd, squeaky voiced, twin called next as the two jumped from the Buttowskis front years tree where they'd been hiding.
The first twin made a grab for kick and he jumped up leap frogging off that twins back and then sliding under the other twins legs. He continued undeterred after Gibble.
Then Kick heard Gunther scream. He skidded back to see one of the twins holding Gunther and the other looming over him ominously.
"Gunther!"
"Ha!" Gibble called still a few feet away. "Come any closer and I'll have them pound Gunther! You'd better surrender!"
Angrily Kick took a step forward. "Kick Buttowski never surrenders!"
Gibble snapped his fingers and a twin stepped forward causing Gunther to scream.
"Okay! Okay!"
Now both bound Kick and Gunther were forced to listen to Gibble go on and on about how Kick had been ruining all his prebirthday parties with his lame-o stunts. He concluded that Kick and Gunther were going to stay tied up in the Buttowski garage all day with the twins watching them.
Gibble walked away flashing a six fingered West Mellowbrook salute.
Kick growled. Just as Gibble was leaving he stopped to look at the paper Kick had had. Gibble gasped offendedly.
Kick couldn't help but snicker.
"Michael Anthony! Get rid of this picture!"
"Yes sir." The low voiced twin replied. He took the picture and immediately reacted as Gunther had. Falling down and laughing.
"Don't look at it!" Gibble screeched.
"What is it?" The squeaky voiced twin asked walking over on his atomically small legs.
When her saw it he laughed too.
Gibble fumed. "Fine I'll get rid of it myself!" From the corner of his eye he noticed Kick was gone. An unraveled circle of ropes left in his place. "Hey! You idiots! You let Buttowski go!"
Kick was hiding behind his still tied up friend. Gunther was whistling, trying not to seem suspicious.
Michael Anthony lifted Gunther by the collar. "Where'd Buttowski go?"
"Yeah! Where's Buttoski?" His squeaky voiced brother replied.
Clinging to Gunthers back Kick swung his legs around and kicked Michael Anthony in the face. The boy was knocked back and Kick was Gunther landed. Kick held Gunther unsteadily over his head for a few seconds before collapsing.
"Thanks for catching my fall buddy!" Gunther said happily.
"Any time pal." Kick said weakly raising a shaky thumbs up from under Gunther. Once Kick had crawled from under Gunther he went straight back into a steely eye'd, battle ready, stance facing off the DiPazzi twins.
The twins put their arms together interlocking and ran at kick hitting his midsection. He fell in a kneeling position holding his gut. He managed to roll out of the way in time when the twins tried to double pile drive him.
When they came at him again he saw Kendall walking by. "Kendall!" He called avoiding the twins by jumping over them. "Kendall! He's got your gift!" Kick gestured hard at Gibble who was trying to sneak away.
"Way to go Buttowski. I worked hard to get that." Kendall said sarcastically.
Gunther's eyes welled up. "You have to help Kick get it back! He was going to use it in his big birthday stunt!"
"He was?" Kendall asked brightening instantly.
"Gunther!" Kick growled tripping a twin. "You didn't have to tell her that."
"Oops sorry Kick." Gunther said sheepishly.
Kendall smiled proud as ever. Then she met Kicks steely eye'd gaze with her own look of determination. "I'll help you Clarence."
Kick smiled and pointed at her with his pointer fingers and then slid into a toolbox drawer and proceeded to harass the twins by popping out of random drawers and sticking his tongue out at them.
Kendall took after Gribble.