Part three of endless Drabble.
For Little Christian, who couldn't understand a bit of the last part, it is based off of the full-length Jonah "Larry & Mr. Lunt" Commentary that you can find on the DVD/Blu-Ray.
Did Larry want to say yes? No. Did Larry want to look cool? Not in this situation. But Mr. Lunt forced him into a sad little deed he didn't want to accomplish.
Larry was trying out being on the famous Gourd gang's buff security guard.
Larry was a Night-Hawk.
At first, the aspect of being a Night-Hawk sounded cool. Larry was going to get cool sunglasses paid for by the G.G.T.D. (Gourds Get The Dough). He was going to get a cool T-shirt, a wooden stick to beat other gangs with in case they wanted to mess with the Night-Hawks. And the buffets were going to be free, paid for by Jimmy and Jerry.
Still hesitant, Mr. Lunt tried to force a yes out of that mouth. He did it by telling him that his invisible fists were labeled "Law" and "Order". Larry might not have known what this meant, but either way Mr. Lunt and Larry ended up chasing each other around the street.
The first Night-Hawk day for Larry arrived. All dressed up in an awesome black suit with a cool T-shirt of a hawk infront of the moon. And an awesome pair of sunglasses. Mr. Lunt pushed the door open dramatically. He strolled into a Mexican buffet, aromas filling the air with scents of fresh tacos and salsa. He motioned for the rest of his gang to come. Larry, Jimmy, and Jerry strolled into the buffet as well.
"Hey!" yelled a zucchini in a leather jacket, who was munching on a tortilla chip. "It is those "Night-Hawk" guys! I thought they were all gourds!"
"Who do you think you are talking to?" Mr. Lunt asked. They went further into the Buffet. The woman in the front glared at them. Larry took out the wooden stick and tapped it on his invisible hand. She just motioned for them to follow her and they were sat at a booth by a window.
"We're going to all have Cuke-a-Colas," said Mr. Lunt. The four gang members strolled (yes, they don't ever walk, they just stroll) into the buffet room. The person Mr. Lunt thought was the manager, a pepper in a nice suit, walke over to the front and placed a sign on the floor. Larry read it.
"No 'Night-Hawks' allowed," said Larry. "Wha-?"
"No Night-Hawks allowed?" Jimmy screamed. "But we are the buffet kings! We've got to do something!"
"Sorry seniors," the manager said. "But anyone who has the words "Night-Hawks" on their shirt may not enter."
"Hmm," said Jerry. He then had an idea. Jerry whipped off all of his clothes and the sun-glasses and entered the buffet room. Larry shrugged and followed Jerry's example. Mr. Lunt and Jimmy did the same thing (but Mr. Lunt did it with a little more style) and they got their food.
The buffet was only one-fourth still there and Larry, Mr. Lunt, Jimmy, and Jerry were getting their outfits on again. Mr. Lunt turned to the manager. "No one stops the Night-Hawks! That is how things are done. They strolled out of the door, and Larry turned to Mr. Lunt.
"I don't think I want to be a Night-Hawk anymore," he said. "It is more of a gourd thing" Mr. Lunt snatched Larry's sunglasses off of his face and shook his head.
"You despise me."