Okay, here's part two, just consider this as one chapter altogether. I know that in part one there's certain parts of the chapter repeated, but I fixed that. Let me know please if I missed anything.

"It's Super Bowl Sunday y'all!"

It was noon that Sunday. Hailey was in her Packers jersey, sitting on the couch and watching a news report for Super Bowl 50.

"Look!" Hailey said, she pointed to the TV. "The Lombardi trophy!"

Sure enough, the news showed a silver trophy of a football on a pillar being lifted out of its case by someone wearing gloves. It shone beautifully in the light.

"Why do they handle the trophy with such delicate care?" Zane asked.

"Because," Hailey said. "It's just that special. They do it with the Stanley Cup and the Triple Crown Trophy, more or less."

. . .

Half an hour to kickoff, and already Hailey was at the TV on the ABC channel, where the Panthers and Broncos were warming up, commentators taking their picks and making predictions. Then they awarded MVPs, some being Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, Aaron Rodgers (which Hailey got all excited about), Bart Starr, and a ton more which Zane lost track of. Then there was an anthem, (which Zane didn't even know they had one), an interview clip of both Cam Newton and Peyton Manning, and some other things. There was a TV intro for both teams, which was made from clips taken from previous games and slowed down with effects put on them.

"Stephen Curry?" Zane said after a while more of watching the intros. "Who's he?"

The TV showed a tall man in a Panthers jersey hitting a massive bass drum with the Panthers' logo that said "Keep Pounding" beneath it. Stephen's name was at the bottom of the screen.

"Um, he's a guy who plays with the Warriors," Hailey said, coming to sit down on the couch with a soda. "I don't know what position though…"

"Warriors? You've never mentioned the Warriors when you were speaking of the other teams."

"Because the Warriors are football-I mean, the Warriors are a basketball team, not a football team." She cracked her soda open and took a sip.

"Basketball? Is that another sport you play here?"

"Yup." She took another sip. Soon kickoff came and both teams came out on the field.

. . .

"Dude," Hailey said as they watched the Broncos come out, led by a cowgirl on a horse and their mascot with a flag. "Things are gonna go down this game." She laughed with excitement.

And indeed they did. Not going too in-depth into the game, the halftime score was with the Broncos on top, one in a pretty impressive way. The Super Bowl commercials were also cool, Zane taking a liking for the Skittles portrait one, and Hailey almost dying of laughter with the Doritos ultrasound. Samuel really liked the Budweiser commercial.

And then there was the "Puppymonkeybaby". That got the same reaction out of everybody.

"Wha...?"

"I can't even…"

"This does not compute…"

"What's the point of-of...that?" Hailey asked and looked like she had saw something disturbing.

Samuel was still staring at the TV, shocked and still trying to make sense of it and couldn't talk.

"That is quite befuddling to me as well." Zane said. He honestly didn't know what to make of the commercial at first. Heck, he still couldn't quite piece it together.

"I mean, what does it even mean? What's the point?"

"Uh...Maybe because of all three things in Super Bowl commercials combined into one, maybe...?" Zane remembered Hailey telling him something about that.

"That thing looked like it walked out of a HORROR MOVIE! A HORROR MOVIE I TELL YOU!"

"I don't even know…" Samuel muttered.

"I am thoroughly scarred." Hailey announced. She got up to get another soda. "Scarred! FOR LIFE!"

"How peculiar of an advertisement…" Was all Zane could say.

"FOR LIFE!"

But soon the very weird and possibly haunting commercial was forgotten as the second quarter started. Hailey and Samuel made some jalapeño poppers and buffalo wings, and also baked a couple frozen pizzas that they had bought earlier.

"Hey Zane you want one?" Hailey asked as she set a bowl of poppers on the coffee table. But Zane was already shaking his head.

"No thank you. I would like to, but being a ninja I have to keep a very close eye on my calorie intake." Zane wasn't saying this to avoid it because he had to, but because he didn't want to seem rude. But a popper did sound a little tempting.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me you're a nindriod Zane you can't get fat!"

"I insist."

"Well, fine," Hailey said. She took a popper and bit it. "Your loss."

Zane nodded and Hailey went back to watching the Super Bowl, but when he thought she wasn't looking, Zane reached and grabbed a wing out of the bowl. The second quarter was winding down to an end.

"Oh my goodness I'm so excited."

"Why?"

"Because after this it's the halftime show!"

"Halftime show?"

"Yea, a halftime show. Every Super Bowl, they have someone come and perform in this really cool concert-or mostly cool-and there are special guests too."

"Then who is in this one?" Zane asked.

"Uh, Coldplay, but the special guests are Bruno Mars and-" Hailey shuddered. "Beyoncé."

Zane noticed her shivering. "What is so bad about this 'Beyoncé' that makes you despise her? Is there something wrong with her?"

"YES!" Hailey and Samuel said at one.

"She ruined the halftime the year before with her stupid chicken dance!" Hailey cried, throwing her hands into the air.

"She did a chicken dance?!"

"YES!"

"Really?!"

"Well," Samuel said. "It was close enough!"

"YES!" Hailey shouted. "It was HORRIBLE! Later I found the video and slapped the audio from the chicken dance with it and it fits perfectly!"

"How perfectly?" Samuel asked, also opening up a soda.

"Like very perfectly!"

Samuel shook his head and took a sip of his Coke.

"It. Was. HORRIBLE."

"It was that bad?!"

"YES!" They said again.

. . .

Zane's P.O.V

The halftime came on, first with a band Hailey told me was Coldplay. I was surprised at how fast they could set the stage and the performance itself. Sure, Hailey told me they were modern, but the cool swirling colors and how coordinated they were with the flags and umbrellas was very absorbing, not to mention gracious. Their style of music was entirely different than that from Ninjago. How could some people who inhabit a wild mountain valley pull something like this off?

And then the intro to another song cut off Coldplay, this one having a more upbeat tune. And then it showed a dark-skinned male with shades and a fedora. Who was this person? I racked my mind, trying to remember if Hailey had told me in the past.

Oh, that's right. He was Bruno Mars.

Then the sound of Hailey shouting something I couldn't quite catch startled me out of my thinking.

No one's P.O.V

"OH I LOVE THIS SONG!" Hailey said. She jumped off the couch and started dancing.

"This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one for them hood girls

Them good girls straight masterpieces

Stylin', while, livin' it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty!" Hailey flexed her arm and kissed it while doing the moonwalk.

And it was at this moment when Zane noticed Samuel videoing Hailey dancing around with his phone. He was trying so hard not to laugh so she wouldn't notice him recording. But she went right on dancing.

"Don't believe me just watch! Don't believe me just watch! DON'T BELIEVE ME JUST WATCH! HEY HEY HEY OOOH!"

Just then Samuel's phone ran out of memory so it stopped recording.

"Aw what? Come on, now!" Samuel tried to get it to work again, but it didn't. "No!"

"Alright stop-" Hailey sang, and then she saw Samuel with his phone doing something she couldn't see.

"Wait a minute-did you catch me on video?!"

"Uh-huh." He said, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. He looked up from his phone. "And guess what?" He had that look where he knew he did something hilarious to him that Hailey wouldn't appreciate.

"What?"

"I just sent it to your mother."

Hailey gasped.

"YOU SENT IT TO MY MOM?!"

Zane didn't know how to react to all this. Should he laugh? He didn't want to make Hailey even madder than she already was, considering the fact that she was now chasing Samuel around the house with a pillow. He just stayed quiet.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She hollered. Samuel was laughing his head off. She chased into his room, out of his room, up the stairs, and cornered him in the hallway.

"What are you doing now?" Hailey's voice came from upstairs.

"Finishing posting this on Facebook."

"WHAT?!" She shrieked. "GIMME THAT!"

Samuel came running back down the stairs, laughing so hard he was crying with a red-faced Hailey looking like she was flying down the stairs to smack him with the pillow John-Cena style. She almost trampled Zane more than once.

"Hey-uh-you're kinda missing the halftime show!" Zane said helplessly, doubting that Hailey and Samuel would listen to him. They didn't. Instead they ran in circles around the couch about three times before Hailey had to stop for breath.

"Why…" Hailey gasped. "Why would…you send it…to my mom?!"

"Because it's funny!"

"No…no it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Uh-huh!" Samuel started laughing again because he was watching the accursed video. He almost fell over.

Hailey tried to find a way to get back at her uncle in an equally embarrassing way that he had done with her.

"Hey Zane, got any ideas to get back at him?" She nodded at Samuel, who was on his knees from laughing and watching the video on loop. Zane shook his head.

"I don't want to be a part of this. This is your affair." He said.

Hailey rolled her eyes.

"Well, fine." She said. "I can handle this-"

Then she had an idea.

Hailey got her phone from the counter.

"Hey Uncle Sam, do you remember that one time where you were singing Adele in the shower?"

Suddenly Samuel stopped laughing and looked at her. The evil grin on Hailey's face said it all.

"No." He said, looking horrified. "You didn't!"

Hailey, still smiling, went on her phone and pulled up a video where she was standing outside the door listening to Samuel singing "Hello" all hoarse and way off-key.

"Delete that!" He demanded. "How long have you had that for?"

"Three weeks. I won't delete it, unless under one condition."

"What?"

"You take the video off Facebook and delete before my mom sees it, and maybe, just maybe I'll delete this video."

"Fine," Samuel grumbled. "But I can't get the video off from your mother's chat, though."

"Why?"

"Because after I send something I can't delete it off of here." He shook his phone a bit.

"What?!" Hailey said. "That's so stupid!"

"I know."

"What model of a phone cannot wipe an attachment from its text history?" Zane was obviously confused. Hailey shrugged.

"I don't know!" She said. "It's like having a stupid phone, not a smartphone!"

"Hey your mother just text back," Samuel said.

"What did she say?"

Samuel held his phone out while Hailey read what her mom just text back.

"Just posted this to Facebook." It read.

Hailey looked at Samuel before drilling him in the face with the pillow.

"I hate you." She muttered.

. . .

After making a compromise, Hailey and Samuel buried the hatchet and watched the end of the Super Bowl. Broncos were the victors, and after awarding the trophy, the TV was turned off. It was pretty late, pushing ten o'clock.

"Hey," Hailey said, heading up to her room to change. "You think Manning's gonna retire?"

Samuel nodded. "Just wait. It'll come in a few weeks. Now get to bed. It's late."

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night." Zane and Samuel said in unison. Zane got up to go to the room he was staying in.

"Need help?" Samuel asked him once Hailey's footsteps faded away.

"No thanks," Zane said. "I am capable of getting there without assistance."

"Okay then." Samuel walked after Zane. "What about your suit? I can give you a change of clothes that you can wear if you want me to wash it, I'm pretty sure we're the same size…"

Zane looked down at his gi and was surprised how dirty it was. And his bothersome it felt now, too.

"Actually," Zane tugged at his sleeve where a pine needle was poking him. "That would be pleasurable, if it isn't too much trouble."

"Alright," Samuel said. "I'll be right back."

Samuel went into his room and came back with an academic blue plaid flannel and a pair of faded jeans.

"Here." He said. "If anything doesn't fit, tell me."

"Okay." Zane said. He shut the door before swapping out clothes. The new set fit fine, and the flannel was pretty comfortable, not to mention warm.

"Is there a mirror in here?" Zane asked, curious at how he would look in this new outfit.

"It's in the closet!" Came a muffled voice on the other side of the door.

Zane opened up the closet door. Nothing was in there, save for a mirror hanging on the back.

Not too shabby. Zane thought as he fixed the shirt collar.

"Do they fit?"

"Yes. I didn't expect myself to look quite acceptable in academic blue."

Zane came out so Samuel could see. He let out a low whistle of impression.

"Well, I'll be danged." He said. "That doesn't look half bad on you!"

Zane gave Samuel his ninja gi.

"Whoa!" He yelled as he tottered a little bit. "It's a bit heavier than I expected it!"

"Because there's a layer of deepstone underneath that," Zane said. "I don't know how Morro's sword penetrated through it, but it did."

"Beats me." Samuel adjusted his grip on the suit. "Any particular wash setting this needs to be?"

Zane shook his head. "No. Thank you, though."

"No problem," Samuel said before going upstairs to take it to the laundry room. Then it occurred to Zane he hadn't even bothered to see the upstairs floor, but he didn't want to at the moment. It would probably be an invasion of privacy.

"Do you want any pajamas or nightclothes of that sort?" Samuel asked once he came back down. "Reason why I didn't ask you earlier was because you weren't quite comfortable yet and all."

Zane thought for a moment. Despite the short being very comfortable, he didn't think he could sleep in the pants every night. But he didn't want to seem like a burden to Samuel and Hailey, who have already given him food and shelter.

"I can let you use a pair I haven't used in a while. I just normally use two."

Zane was a bit more comfortable about borrowing Samuel's Pjs.

"Okay. Thank you." Zane said. Samuel retrieved a pair of flannel pajamas from his room. Zane changed into them, folded up his outfit and put it up in the closet. He had turned off the lamp and was just getting under the covers of his bed when Samuel poked his head through the door again.

"You need anything else?" He asked. "Pillows? Extra blankets? Anything of the sort?"

Zane shook his head. "No. I am fine at the moment."

"Okay," Samuel said, sliding back out. "But if you need anything, I'm right across the hall."

Zane and Samuel both bade each other good night before Samuel slipped into the room across from Zane's and turned out the light. The quiet and still darkness of the house settled in, with the occasional dog barking somewhere in the distance, and soon Zane was asleep.

. . .

Zane was woken up by the feeling of a warm tongue licking his face.

"Ah!" Zane sputtered. He threw the bed covers off him. He rubbed his face to get the dog slobber off. He finished and rubbed his eyes to see Juneau at the edge of the bed, his tongue hanging out with his tail moving ninety miles a minute.

"Oh." He said. "It's just you." Zane scratched behind Juneau's right ear.

Juneau tried leaping up onto the bed but instead knocked over the alarm clock on the nightstand. Zane went and picked it up when he saw the time. It was 9:38 in the morning. He had never slept this late. Maybe because his internal clock was thrown off because this place had a different time zone?

"I better get dressed." Zane said.

"Juneau!" A voice called, followed not the sound of something being poured in a bowl. Juneau dashed out of the room. The sound of things cooking and the aroma of bacon and eggs wafted into his room.

Zane changed into his outfit and put his pajamas away before walking into the area that led out to the kitchen and living room. He was passing by the stairs when he heard a loud yawn from upstairs-

"Gah! Beibeis! What are you doing!"

Beibeis came fluttering down the stairs and landing on top of one of the railing posts. She cooed.

"Oh, Beibeis," Hailey said, coming down the stairs. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed with messy hair and still in her pajamas. "Did I scare you?"

Beibeis cocked her head.

"I'm sorry my little sweets!" Hailey picked Beibeis up before snuggling the dove. She set her back down and looked back up.

"Oh hey, morning." She said to Zane. "When did you get up?"

"Just now. Juneau awoke me."

"Same here." Hailey yawned again. "He does that with everybody. "Did he bug you?"

"No." Zane looked down at Beibeis, who was preening her tail feathers. "Is that your bird?"

"Uh-huh," Hailey said. She scooped up her dove. "Have you two properly met?"

Zane shook his head.

"Well then." She said. "This is Beibeis, my pet dove. Well, not exactly a pet, more like a companion."

"Why a companion and not a household animal?" Zane asked.

"Because this bird," Hailey said, starting to snuggle Beibeis again. "Is my bird."

Then Hailey set the dove back on the post, but instead of going back to preening her feathers, Beibeis glided over and perched in Zane's shoulder faster than he could react. The dove cooed and started rubbing against Zane's neck affectionately. He watched, a little shocked.

"Aaaaaw," Hailey said. "I think she likes you."

"Um-" was all Zane could say.

"Here," Hailey said. She offered Beibeis her finger. Much to Zane's surprise, Beibeis hopped onto Hailey's finger and walked up her arm.

"So to basically sum it up," Hailey said, clearing some hair from her shoulder so Beibeis could sit there. "Zane, meet Beibeis, and Beibeis, meet Zane." She gestured between the two.

"Did you train your bird-er-Beibeis-to do that?"

"Yea." Hailey said. She started heading back up the stairs. "Not really hard, just takes a little practice and consistency. That looks good, by the way." She noted when she saw what Zane was wearing. "Ya look good in blue!"

"Oh-um." Zane looks down at his shirt. "Thanks." He muttered.

Just then Samuel leaned out of one of the kitchen entrances, having a pan with sizzling bacon inside.

"Good morning, Sleeping Bea-hey! Where'd you go?"

"I'm upstairs! I need to get dressed! I'll be down in a sec! Need help?"

"Uh, yea. If you could keep an eye on these eggs for me when you come back down, that'd be great. Oh, and good morning." Samuel said, barely noticing Zane standing there. "How'd you sleep?"

"Very well," Zane said. "Would you like me to take care of those eggs for you?" He felt a little bad, these kind people taking him in and he nor doing anything to give back. It was the least he could do.

"If you want. Just make sure they're cooked evenly on both sides." Samuel went back to his bacon. "You don't want runny yolks!"

Zane did make sure they were exactly a hundred percent even on both sides.

. . .

Soon, everyone was gathered at the table, helping themselves to bacon, eggs, and biscuits.

"You know," Hailey said as she took a bite from hers. "I think it's about time those gashes get covered up. I mean, whatever you want, Zane, but those gotta be covered sometime. You know what I mean?"

"I understand your words perfectly" Zane said. "I know that my wounds are healing well, but I don't want to cause any unnecessary hassle from-"

"Oh, no." Samuel cut in. "Don't sweat. We aren't actually doing anything today, really. If you want to patch your cuts today, then we can do it today. If you want to do it tomorrow, we do it tomorrow. It's up to you."

Zane thought for a moment. He didn't want to hassle Samuel and Hailey around but at the same time...

"I guess we can do it today." Zane said.

"That's the spirit!" Hailey cheered.

"Alright then." Samuel said. "You comfortable with welding them on?"

"I guess, if there's no other way..."

Hailey jumped from her seat. "I'll go hook up the gas tank!" She said in a sing-song voice while running to the garage, happy to finally weld after four long months without being in a shop.

. . .

"Leather gloves? Check. Leather coat? Check. Welding mask? Also check."

In the garage of Hailey and Samuel's house, Zane lay on a plastic folding table, shirtless.

"Will this be painful?" Zane asked. Hailey shrugged.

"No idea!" She said as she pulled the welding mask over her head. She lit a weld.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't try this at home, because this sure for the hell ain't OSHA approved!"

"Wha-" Zane began to ask but was cut off at the sound of a burning flame right before heat blasted his back.

Zane groaned and dug his fingernails into the plastic as the welding gun's flame and hot wire closed the cut on his back. The pain was searing. The sound of crackling sparks filled his ears and blinded his eyes.

Soon, Hailey was done.

"Alright, other side!"

Zane flipped himself over on the table. He squeezed his eyes shut just before more searing pain came.

After a few excruciating minutes, Hailey was finally done. She turned a couple of knobs on the gas tank, extinguishing the flame. She put the welder away and lifted up the mask.

"Alright Zane!" Hailey said, taking off her gloves. "How does it feel?"

Zane sat up and gingerly felt along his wounds. They were closed now, replaced instead by Hailey's expert welds. Zane got up and moved around.

"They feel...better." Zane said. He straightened up and gave Hailey a smile of gratitude. "Thank you."

"No, no, thank you for finally letting me get some welding practice in." She said. "I've gotten a bit rusty."