And here's the next chapter... where things really get going!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fangface or any of the characters that appeared on the show... it's enough to make me cry *bursts into tears*

Chapter 6

A Whole Lotta Trouble

The morning couldn't get any better.

It was 1 AM, and Puggsy was running for his life down the street, pursued by angry gang members, shouting at him and threatening to slice open his stomach and rip his vital organs out.

Yep, just a typical day for a Brooklyn teenager. He thought about cutting through the alleys, but he knew- since they were gang territory- that would be a suicidal mistake. So he kept running straight, which was the only plan he had so far.

Finally, he burst into an apartment and ran up the stairs, the gang members hot in pursuit... Too hot, it seemed, since one of them missed a step, tripped, and sent the others behind him to tumble over him.

"Ha!" Puggsy laughed back at them, but some of them were still chasing after him, so he didn't have too much time to gloat. He burst through the door, onto the roof and- still running full speed- leaped over the edge toward the next building (kids, don't try this at home). But he didn't reach far enough and fell-

-Right into a dumpster. "Ouch..." he groaned, realizing the dumpster was empty. He climbed out, his body aching. "Of all the dumb luck, I had to fall into a dumpster the morning after garbage day..." though he was thankful that nothing was broken.

Hearing yelling coming from the building, he ran down the street toward his house. The gang members didn't know where he lived (since he didn't trust them that well), so he knew he would be safe.

...Or, so he hoped.

Kim sat on the train, rubbing the temples of her forehead as an elderly couple argued next to her. "I told you we should've flown!" The old man sneered at his wife.

"You said you were afraid of flying!" The old woman snapped.

"I most certainly did not! You said you were afraid of flying!"

"No, it was you. I'm sure."

"It was not! That shows how much you know,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kim couldn't take it anymore. She got out of her seat and began walking down the train's hall...

Followed by a brutal-looking man, who had a tattoo on his arm that read 'ynoT.' ...Which either meant he had visited a cheap tattoo parlor, or he spelled his name wrong.

Sally Fangsworth kissed her son goodbye as she and her husband climbed into the car. "We'll be back tomorrow, Sherman. Keep an eye on things!" she called, waving to him from the car as they drove off for their honeymoon.

That was at noon.

Now, it was midnight, and Sherman was sitting on the couch, shaking with fear of being alone. "Stupid horror movie," he muttered, wrapping his blanket tighter around him. He had been watching 'Nightmare on Elm Street', but wasn't even into the first 5 minutes of the movie before he turned it off, too frightened to watch Freddy Krueger kill anyone.

He decided to go to the kitchen and have a snack to calm his nerves. He rummaged through the cupboards and took out his favorite: ketchup and donuts (yuck). His parents never allowed him to eat such mixed foods, since they caused him to see hallucinations. Hey, you'd see fuzzy green monsters too if you ate the stuff.

"Now that Mom and Dad are out of the house, I can eat whatever I want!" Sherman said aloud, squirting ketchup all over the donuts and devouring them, two at a time.

That's when he saw a bug-eyed, purple alien standing at the living room window, prying it open and climbing in, sneaking toward the kitchen.

The only thing that escaped Sherman's mouth was the letter 'E', as in:

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

And he rushed out of the house, followed by several purple aliens, who were really several masked men.

The steam engine was running out of fuel, causing the train to stop at a station in Brooklyn, giving everyone a chance to step off for a while and get some fresh air.

Kim, however, ran off, pursued by the man with the backwards tattoo. He had been following her all night, and she was officially creeped out, especially since there was a knife on his belt and he kept yelling, "Get back here, you little-" but the train whistle covered the rest of his words.

"Help!" Kim cried, rushing through a crowd of people, who were too busy with their own affairs to stop and wonder why a grown man was chasing a young girl. (Idiots).

Kim rushed out of the station and ran into the city park, hiding in a bush. What does he want with me? Kim wondered. He was dressed formally (save his tattoo) and had bought dinner on the train, she saw earlier, so he couldn't be after her money. Either he was a rapist or a serial killer, but she didn't want to stick around and find out.

Making sure the coast was clear, she ran down the street into the neighborhood to get help. She was running down the block, with only the dim lights from the streetlights to give her... uh, light... when she ran into him.

Puggsy stood in his bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He had a couple bruises on his face from the boxing match, and his long hair was messed up from running, and his clothes were torn from when a couple gang members tried to grab him, but he tore out of their grip.

Safe to say it wasn't a good look for him, and a too familiar one for the gang members. Grabbing a pair of scissors, he began cutting his hair.

"Pugs, is that you?" His mother's voice asked, sounding tired but alert.

"Yeah," he replied, stopping his haircut.

"Hon, it's after midnight. What are you doing up?"

"Uh, I just, uh... had to use the bathroom!" he flushed the toilet for effect.

"Okay..." he heard his mom's footsteps walk down the hall, and he continued cutting his hair.

He cut it short, but it remained puffy on the top and stuck out in the back. Then he got rid of the evidence by gathering up the cut hair and flushing it down the toilet. "I hope it doesn't get cloggedified,"

He walked to his room, looking for an outfit he knew the gang wouldn't catch him dead in. Finding a red, V-collar shirt and a pair of brown pants, he put on the outfit, then grabbed a gray, short rimmed hat with a black stripe around it and put it on.

Then he observed himself in the mirror. "Eat your heart out, Leo Gorcey," he said with a grin, satisfied with his new- and better- look.

He then wrote a farewell letter to his parents, knowing that if he stuck around, he'd only endanger them. And he cared too much about them to let that happen. Then he ran out the door-

-Only to be tackled by a tall, lanky teen with light brown curly hair, wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans, brown sneakers, and a red cap. "Hey, watch where you're running!" The two boys snapped at each other in unison. "I'm running for my life here!" They stared- surprised- at each other. "...You too?"

"Hey, there he is!" Another teenager's voice called out down one end of the block.

"There he is, get him!" A grown man's voice yelled at the other end of the block.

"Yikers! I'm outta here!" Puggsy cried, running across the street.

"Augh!" The other boy screamed, running in another direction away from the dangerous strangers.

Sherman ran like heck, looking back only once to see the purple aliens that he saw were still in pursuit, a group of teenagers were running after that other boy he just saw, and-

BAM!

The aliens collided with the teenagers at an intersection, allowing Sherman and the other boy to escape. "Whew! That was a close- OOF!" he said, crashing into a young, dark-skinned girl. "Oh, geez, sorry! I-I-I was running from these aliens-" he looked back, seeing that his ketchup-and-donut-consumption side-effect had worn down. "-Who are actually grown men, I see now..."

"It's okay," The girl said, standing up and brushing herself off. "I'm just trying to find help. There's this crazy guy chasing after me!"

"Wow, small world. Everyone's getting chased by something tonight."

"Get off of me!" the two teens heard one of the grown men shout to one of the other teenagers.

"We gotta hide!" Sherman grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her into the backyard of another house.

"We?" the girl repeated.

They kept quiet as the group of grown men (who obviously have a short attention span) ran by their hiding spot. Sherman peeked out, and sighed with relief. "About time I lost them."

"How long have you been running from them?"

Sherman pulled a golden pocket watch out of his hat, reading a quarter to 1 AM. "I'd say about two hours. What about you?"

"Ever since I stepped off my train. Some guy was stalking me... I think he might be a serial killer."

"Oh, no! That's awful! ...Wait, why would someone want to kill cereal?"

"Never mind. Do you know someone who could help us?"

"I have a cousin who lives five blocks from here. Maybe she can help... if we can make it to her house without getting caught."

"Hopefully we will. Thanks, uh... what's your name?"

"Sherman Fangsworth. What's yours?"

"Kim-"

"GET BACK HERE, PUGGSY, YOU DOUBLE-CROSSING MORON, BEFORE WE-!" A teenager cried from across the street.

"Uh, we'd better go," Kim grabbed Sherman and they ran off before they heard what else the teen had to say.

"These guys just don't give up, do they?" Puggsy said to himself, gasping for breath. Apparently, it would take more than a haircut and a change of clothes to fool the knuckleheads that pursued him. He climbed over a wooden fence into someone's backyard, squeezing into a doghouse.

Once again, thanks to short attention spans, the gang members ran by, clueless that he was hiding right under their noses. They climbed over the fence and ran off.

"Ha! Pinheads," Puggsy chuckled victoriously, turning and facing a bull-dog.

"Grrrrrrr," The bull-dog growled, obviously not happy with the trespasser.

"Heh, heh. Um..." Puggsy pat the dog on the head, then bolted out of the doghouse, the bull-dog snapping at his heels. "Whoa-ah, Fido! Whoa-ah!" He jumped over the fence and ran down the street. "Things couldn't get any worse than this!"

Suddenly, a group of men ran in front of him, knives drawn, and not looking very happy. He turned around to run, but some of the gang members stood right behind him, with Snake in the front. "Hi ya, traitor," Snake sneered.

" 'And then the sky opened up and God said, 'I hate you, Puggsy'." Puggsy muttered.

Before either gang member or grown man could make a move, a car drove up, headlights blinding them all, giving the young teen a chance to escape.

"Thank God!"

Biff had decided to drive to his cousin's house that weekend. It was a three hour drive, but he didn't mind. He needed some time to relax... and he knew that the State University was only a couple miles outside his cousin's town, and he planned to surprise Kim with a visit.

Problem was: he got lost. He had no idea where he was, where to go, or what to do. "Dang it," he muttered as he drove around the neighborhood, looking for an open store, but all he saw was dark windows, dim street lights that shown near the alleys, an open bar (which he, being underage, wasn't allowed in) a couple parked cars out front, Kim running down the sidewalk with another boy-

"Whoa, hold up!" Biff cried, catching that last sentence. He slammed on the brakes, looking in his rearview mirror, but Kim and the other boy had disappeared. "I must've been driving longer than I thought. I'm starting to see things,"

But just to make sure, he rounded the block, searching for Kim.

Kim and Sherman collapsed on someone's front lawn, exhausted. "Oh, no..." Kim said, looking around.

"What's the matter?" Sherman asked, out of breath.

"We've been going in circles!"

"What? Oy..." Sherman fell back. "I'm sorry Kim. I-"

"Shh!" Kim covered his mouth with her hand, then pointed across the street at a group of men- the ones who were chasing Sherman.

"Oh, hrap," Sherman's voice came out in a muffle.

Kim watched as the men walked down an alley, out of earshot. "C'mon, if we're real quiet, maybe we can sneak past them."

"What ahout the hight o' the hoon?"

"What?"

Sherman removed Kim's hand from his mouth. "I said, what about the light of the moon?" he pointed up. "They'll probably see us in the light of- the- moon-moon-moo-" Suddenly, his eyes began to swirl, smoke puffed out of his ears, his head began to change shape, and he sprouted a single fang in the front of his mouth.

"S-Sherman? What's going on?"

Suddenly, he spun like a tornado, and when he stopped, all Kim saw was a wolf-like creature, with light brown fur, white tips at his tail, feet, paws, and muzzle, wearing a red cap. "Arrooo-" he was about to howl, until Kim interrupted him.

"AUGH! A werewolf!"

"Werewolf? Where? Where?" The furry creature asked, looking around. Then he paused. "Oh, wait... were you talking about me?"

Kim only stared in shock at him, her mouth agape.

"I'm going to take that as a 'yes'..."

"D-D-Don't come any closer!" Kim backed away.

"I didn't even walk toward you. Sheesh, you act like you've never seen a werewolf before!"

"J-Just don't come near me! If you lay one paw on me, I'll- I'll-"

"Calm down, girl! You act like I'm going to maul you or something!"

"But, that's what werewolves do!"

The werewolf scoffed, offended. "Okay, now that's just plain profiling! - Whatever 'profiling' means. (grr) You take one look at me, and then, all of a sudden, it's all," he raised his voice to a higher, feminine pitch. " 'Eek! A werewolf! Run! Run! He's gonna eat us!'" his voice returned to normal. "I assure you, whatever-your-name-is, that I- Fangface- am not some man-or-girl-eating monster! (snarl)" he ended his stomping his foot.

"S-So, you're not going to h-hurt me?"

"Weren't you listening? Of course I'm not!"

"Okay... Fangface, was it?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Kim, remember? I told you my name when you were Sherman."

Fangface cocked his head to the side, confused. "Sherman? Who the heck is Sherman?"

"You know, the boy you were before you turned into a werewolf?"

"But, I never was a human. (grr) ...Kim, are you sick or something?"

He doesn't remember. Kim realized. "Fangface, listen, you-"

"Whoa-ah, Fido! Whoa-ah!" they heard a boy yell from across the street. They looked over, seeing that a short, muscular, dark-haired boy was jumping over the fence... and ran right into the group of men, who had just came out from searching in the alley.

A group of teenage boys came around the corner, walking up behind the boy. Kim could tell it wasn't going to be pretty. "That boy needs help!" she said.

"Ooh! Ooh! I'll help him!" Fangface exclaimed, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, and he took off.

"Fangface, wait!" Kim was about to stop the werewolf, but a hand clasped over her mouth and pulled her into the shadows.

Biff was turning around the corner, seeing a group of boys and men surrounding someone. Too busy trying to see who it was, he almost hit something, if he hadn't taken a glance forward-

-Seeing the weirdest creature he had ever laid eyes on. "Holy crap!" He yelled, slamming on the breaks and swerving toward the group of boys and men. He had stopped in front of them, blinding them with his headlights. He turned them off, then backed his car away from the curb, turning it back straight on the street...

...Just in time to see Kim being grabbed by a stranger and pulled around to the back of a house. "This day just keeps getting better and better," Biff muttered, climbing out of the car and running off to save his friend.

Fangface ran across the street, unaware that he almost got hit by a car (the short attention span strikes again!). All he wanted to do was chase after the bad guys.

The teenage boys ran off, frightened, but the men remained, holding up their knives and glowering. "Uh, oh..." Fangface said, noticing the threat. "Um... Well, this isn't where I parked my car! Bye!" And he took off, toward the park, the group of men right on his tail (no pun intended).

A/N: Wow, things are really shaping up, aren't they? Though I'm low on ideas, so I'm open to suggestions! (Also, I used a couple lines from "Euro-Trip" and "The Little Rascals" …Anyone spot 'em?) Please R/R but don't flame.