Chapter 130, Boys and their Viking battle, Girls and their clothes war
Abandoned arcade factory
Eric the Red Eye sat atop his throne of consoles, old but refurbished to suit the intended purpose. The chieftain of the Video Game Vikings relished his base, his fleet of viking ships and his very own personal ship christened Game-Ovah. Eric grabbed his two gallon gamer award goblet of gold and chugged down his Fountain Dew he poured in it. Eric placed his goblet back down after taking a couple gulps of the drink, before letting out a loud belch of satisfaction.
"Teens on the approach!" Announced one of Eric's men as the man rushed down the stairs from the roof, "Chief, it's the teens from the arcade!" The man exclaimed once he made it to the throne of Eric the Red Eye.
Eric stood up with a grin, "So the sprouts think they can make a counter attack after we trashed the arcade?" He declared with an excited smile, "Men, it's time for an old video game viking battle!" He yelled with gusto, earning an eruption of cheers.
Enroute to Redeye's factory base
The sky began to darken as rain clouds rolled over, under the cover of the rain that began to pour was a fleet of modified steam boats. Using jets to hover and fly, the boats were equipped with dual mortar cannons at the bows, their ammunition consists of sticky gum balls that would explode on impact and jam up anything it hit. Each steam boat had four broadside cannons on each side, any unlucky enemy boat would be bombarded with a slavo of condensed ghost pepper cannonballs.
The majority of the steamboats had an open deck with the bridges situated inside a cabin at the back of the boats. Leading the charge of the fleet, William stood at the bow of his boat with Steve taking the helm. The boys were mostly spread across the various boats within the fleet, William had tried getting the girls to come along but most were occupied with the mall stores. That and many thought having a battle over some simple arcade was ridiculous…
'It's the freakin principle of the matter!' William thought to himself as he gazed towards the old Arcade Factory in the distance, he could begin to see Vikings ships on the horizon heading their way from the factory's 'boat dock'. "Full speed ahead!" William yelled into his communicator he held within his hand, a moment later the boat he stood on increased in speed with the rest of the fleet following suit.
The Rain began to pour heavily with lightning striking in the distance, William could see Eric the Red Eye standing atop his own ship at the bow as the fleets approached each other at an increasing pace. The man stared out over at William with a smirk, holding up a 'battle axe' with his mouth open in a war cry.
William gave a look at What Eric used as a battle axe, and saw it was a metal pole with two consoles welded at the top. The chieftain gave William an amused look as their fleets were fastly approaching each other, William answered Eric's warcry with his own while pulling out his asparagus stick to hold up into the air towards the Vikings.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky before the fleets collided in a big mess of artillery and cannons going off between each other, some rammed into the others while most circled around each other to bombard the other with their armaments. William's boat in particular collided with Eric's Game-Ovah ship, the two boats brushed against each other in the collision. The ships circled each other with a thin gap between the two, allowing crews of both ships to board the other to do battle with the other.
Eric The Red Eye let out a joyous laughter as he leapt from his ship to William's, the two of them ran at each other to swing their weapon at the other. Lightning struck a tree in the distance as the two collided their weapons against each other, a loud thunder rocked the lands as the Viking ships and Steamboats battled each other in a large 'naval' battle in the sky.
AdultVille Mall
Nesco frowned as she held up the article of clothing Cree handed to her, the store of choice was called Bagg with a double G. Not just Bag, or Bagg, the whole title name. Giselle was the one that suggested it when she had the perchance of passing by the food court, she even followed to help shop for better clothes with the other girls as they scoured the mall for good clothes.
"I don't know, this fabric seems a bit shoddy for outside activities." Nesco pointed out as she viewed the clothing through her blindfold.
Giselle rolled her eyes, "It's a dress, it's not supposed to be worn for casual wear." She huffed in annoyance with her hands on her hips. "Learn some style!" Giselle muttered in her French language.
Cree smirked at Giselle, "I think most Broccoli folk missed the memo on what's in style." Cree spoke back at Giselle in French, prompting Giselle to sputter in embarrassment.
Stacey came walking over with a more casual set of wear, "Here, this set is great for outdoors if that's your style." She suggested.
Nesco placed the article of clothing she currently had back on a rack to take the clothing Stacey handed towards her, "Well, the pants definitely allow better movement."
Giselle scrunched her nose up, "At least humor the idea of having a dress, what if you need something for prom night?" She pointed out.
Nesco tilted her head towards Giselle, "Prom Night? What is that, some sort of party?" She asked innocently.
Cree and Stacey let out a chuckle at Giselle's expense, "Don't you go to high school?" Giselle asked in confusion, "Surely you know this stuff!" she tried to reason exasperatedly
Nesco clicked her teeth and shook her head, "I've only just begun living on the surface for a month or so now…maybe more, the fact is Giselle, I'm a bit new to this stuff." She explained with a shrug.
Before Giselle, Cree or Stacey could get another word in, a loud explosion went off outside the store. The girls took cover behind some cloth racks, before peering out to see a stampede of children running in fright. Some were wearing atrocious clothing from a particular store, others were wearing normal clothing until a beam hit them that turned their clothing style into the same as the ones the children wearing the atrocious clothing style.
"Hey, that clothing those kids are wearing…" Stacey trailed off as she tried to remember the store's name.
Giselle let out a furious hiss and snarl, "Le Sissie." She grounded out.
Cree and Stacey looked at each other in confusion while Nesco looked at Giselle weirdly, "Le what?" Nesco asked Giselle in confusion.
"Le Sissie." Cree spoke up to Nesco, "A store with terrible clothing with low prices." She informed her.
Stacey nodded in agreement, "Most parents shop there for the low prices, buy their kid's clothing from there."
Giselle began curling her fingers in anger with her palms facing upwards, "They are an affront to style, they are an eyesore, even Madam Céline has been trying to buy them out just to liquidate the god awful franchise out of existence!" She exclaimed in fury.
"Come now kids, wear the best clothing Le Sissie has!" A haughty adult female voice announced outside.
Cree glowered at the absurdity of the woman, whoever she was. "Come on, I think it's time that store and the owner is put out of commission for good!" She exclaimed.
"Bernadette." Giselle hissed in anger.
Cree glanced at Giselle. "You know the woman?" She asked.
Giselle let sneer form, "Not personally, but I do know Mademoiselle fired that woman for her terrible fashion sense."
Stacey pulled out two reaper-pepper pistols from her carry bag, "Well, now she's gonna be fired in the ass next!"
Once the girls made their way out of the store, they were greeted to the site of customers running amok to avoid the small army of workers shooting their clothing blasters at them.
The four teenager girls charged towards the mess, with Bernadette standing atop a ruined clothing booth. The woman turned and noticed the teen girls headed her way, Bernadette smiled mischievously. "We have four girls headed our way, let's give them some better clothing!" She announced to her troops, who in turn focused their aim at the teens
A wall of ice around from the nearby fountain as Giselle commanded her powers, the incoming fire from the LeSissie guns impacted the wall with a dull thud. "Such disgusting style, Céline was right to fire you!" She hollered at Bernadette in anger
Cree, Stacey, and Nesco leapt over the wall, before fighting their way through the small army of LeSissie employees. Cree had brought out her extendable electrical staff, bringing her weapon down onto many heads of the employees to knock them out while occasionally flipping over a few of them to avoid a clothing blast from another employee.
Using the adult LeSissie employees' heads and shoulders as stepping stones, Stacey would hop from one to another while unloading her pistols along the way into the faces of her enemies. The employees let out cries of pain and shock as they tried to rub their eyes from the discomfort, only to exacerbate their pain.
Nesco stood on her hands while whipping her bare feet around in a helicopter kick, her feet and shins shone a dark green hue on her green skin as she kicked the employees around her. Her kicks landed into each enemy with an explosion of Broccoli that erupted from the point of origin, the employees hit by the kicks began gagging with green faces until they ended up running off to the nearby trash cans to puke up chunks of Broccoli.
Bernadette look on in anger as her employees were taken out in swift fashion, "Get yourselves together, shoot them already!" She screeches before having to aim her personal gun at Cree. "Blasted teens!" She seethed, only to watch as her hands and arms were hit by a blast of frozen air. A moment later Bernadette had her arms frozen in a block of ice. "What!?" She screamed.
"Keep your clothing line and franchise off the market!" Giselle screamed in anger as she launched herself in the air towards Bernadette, the woman turned around only to be knocked into a wall by an explosive ice covered kick by Giselle.
Video game Viking battle
William and Eric the Red Eye fought in a blistering hail storm as they fought each other with their respective weapons, across the deck Teens and Video game Vikings fought each other in the hail and rain with lightning and thunder occasionally going off in the background.
Not far off on another ship, Raab and Archie along with the crew of teens fought off the wave of Vikings from the two ships that had sandwiched their steamboat. The two teens had their backs against each other as they threw several punches into the faces and stomachs of several Vikings that had charged at them, "a'boon us broccoli green locks!" Archie shouted as he noticed several Vikings had leapt from the crow's nest over the vikings ships, Raab took notice and directed his arm at the half he was facing.
A blast of Broccoli pellets shot out like a focused shotgun from Raab's sleeve, the Vikings he had aimed up out in the direction he was facing were pelted with painful stings of Broccoli buds with the force of the blasts sending them overboard out of the air. Archie picked up an unconscious body of a Video game Viking and threw the body at the Vikings in the air, Archie threw several more at the incoming enemies until each one had fallen overboard out from the air
Not too far off elsewhere, Harold steered his steamboat with sharp turns as his ship combated the Vikings ships. On the deck of the ship, Maurice accompanied the teens fighting the Vikings that had been catapulted over onto their ship. With a jump kick to a Vikings head, Maurice had prevented another enemy from climbing aboard just as the Vikings had landed onto the side of the steamboat. Holding onto the side of the ship's taffrail, Maurice had to hold on to something as Harold sped the Steamboat up before drifting around for the Broadside cannons to fire upon the incoming viking ships. The fresh Teen Rebellion recruit's shoulders shuddered in surprise as the cannons unleashed their payload unto the enemies, Maurice squinted his eyes to see through the blistering rain and witnessed the viking ships capsize out of the air.
"Dang…I don't think the Kids Next Door ever went this hard in a battle." Maurice mused with a grin and chuckled at the absurdity of the battle.
"Incoming flying console dragons!" Yelled Chuckie from the Crow's nest. Maurice looked up in the rain and hail filled sky to see, his eyes widen at the sight of flying console dragons with Vikings riding atop them. "...Uh..." Maurice tried to find words for his situation.
Chapter 131, All for keeping the high score
Video Game Viking Battle
The weather continued with its rain and Hail, with thunderous lightning and harsh winds battering the battlefield.
As the Vikings that rode in on flying console dragons approached one of the Rebellion's steamboats, a blast of computer parts was spewed from the mouths from the dragons that passed over one of the Steamboats. The damage the boat received caused the jets to malfunction, and began sinking out of the sky.
Over on the Ship with William and Eric the Red Eye, the chieftain triumphantly laughed in William's face as they clashed their weapons against each other, "This battle be ours, we have dragons!" He crowed in delight as William gave him a heated look.
William pushed off from their deadlock, backing away while avoiding a swing from Eric's console-Battleaxe. Taking out his communicator all the while dodging another swing from the chieftain, "Release the Giant Broccoli Eagles!" He yelled into the device, just before ducking a swing for his head from Eric the Red Eye.
The Video Game Chieftain growled in annoyance and tossed his weapon aside, "It doesn't matter what you call in, Our Console Dragons are unbeatable!" He exclaimed as he charged towards William.
William released his asparagus weapon to bring up his arms to grapple against Eric, the Video Game Chieftain brought his arms around William in an attempt to squeeze the teen into an excruciating bear hug. William heaved as he caught the Viking's wrists, the two strained against each other as they gritted at each other's faces.
William glared at Eric the Red Eye, "Your petty grievance of having the highest scores ends here and now." He snarled at The Video Game Viking's face, "Instead of preventing others from beating your scores by destroying arcades, you should focus on bearing your own highscores!" William yelled into Eric's face.
The Viking Chieftain growled furiously as he tried to overpower the teenager he fought, "Don't tell me how to keep a high score!" Eric the Red Eye retorted back at William.
William let out a loud roar of exertion as he gripped Eric's wrist harder and pulled the adult Viking up into the air from the momentum, the viking chieftain let a confused sound escape his lips as he was hoisted above William by the wrists.
Eric and William's shoulders impacted each other as the teen performed a vertical suplex with the Viking, William brought the chieftain down onto the floor with a mighty crash that sent both of the fighters through the floor to the decks below. The combatants fall halted at the bottom within the boiler room of the steamboat, the sounds of machinery filled the room as the boilers were fed genetically engineered highly flammable and slow burning potatoes by automated machines.
The Teen and Adult groaned as they tried picking themselves up from the floor.
Outside and down below the ongoing Battle
Along the ground of the 'Naval' battle, the grass and dirt began shifting as something tunneled its way towards the battle. Several objects were borrowing through the ground until eventually when within a good distance the ground erupted with dirt and grass getting displaced, dozens of large green asparagus stalks popped out of the ground. The stalks bloated up until they exploded with the shrill cry of Broccoli Eagles, the creature took to the thunderous rainy sky with mighty caws.
Most of the console dragons took notice along with the video game Vikings riding atop them, the airborne creatures flew towards each other and met with a cacophony of war cries from the vikings riding their console dragons and the Broccoli eagles letting off their caws in retaliation. The Broccoli Eagles and Console Dragons collided into each other with their 'talons' out, the winged creatures' talons gripped onto each other as they dive bombed in a death spiral to send their enemies crashing into the ground.
Many Of Video game Vikings riding the console dragons had to leap off and land into the nearby trees to avoid crashing into the ground with the console Dragons, some of the Vikings that had leapt off were caught out of the air by Broccoli Eagles. The creatures that caught the vikings out of the air with their talons dive bombed towards a viking ship, the Broccoli Eagles tossed the 'cargo' they held into the crew manning the ships.
The sky was filled with creatures of the sky combating each other, some Broccoli Eagles would fall out of the sky from receiving damage to their wings by the Console Dragons computer bit breath. More Broccoli Eagles would emerge from the ground to replace their fallen, making the battle of attrition in the air go in the Giant Broccoli Eagles' favor.
With Harold and Maurice
Maurice ran across the deck of the steamboat ship, he made his way to the heavy gum turret at the bow of the ship. The teen that was supposed to man it was knocked out with a pile of computer bits beside him, Maurice made a conclusion the teen was unfortunately hit by one of the Dragons breath when one passed over them.
Spotting a biker's helmet the teen should have been wearing, Maurice grabbed the helmet to place it on and man the gum turret. Aiming up at an incoming wave of Console Dragons, With a hum and whir from the turret after Maurice pressed on the triggers of the controller, the dual barrels on the turret began firing off at increasing rate. Maurice could feel through his arms the power of Turret as it bottomed out at its top rate of fire, he aimed ahead of the Console dragons to lead the gum wads where the dragons would fly.
Maurice grinned in satisfaction as he landed a few shots on a couple dragons, only to steady himself as the steamboat he rode on turn a one eighty to avoid an incoming ramming attack from a video game viking ship.
"Nice shot Kid, but don't get cocky yet!" Harold's voice came in through his communicator within his ear, "The real challenge comes now, I can't keep this ship just standing, so you'll need to adjust to shooting a moving target while also moving." Harold warned Maurice as he steered the boat around a tree he was sailing towards.
Maurice brought his hand up to his ear with the communicator, he allowed a smirk to cross his face. "I'm always up for a challenge." He taunted.
As the flying steamboat headed back towards the 'naval battle', Harold had the ship increase its speed. "That's the spirit!" He declared in excitement.
Maurice took aim once more at the flying Console Dragons, and began adjusting his leading fire as his position was ever changing within the battle.
With Arche and Raab
The boat the teens stood on shuttered and its engines sputtered after a riderless Console Dragon fell out of the sky and plummeted through the boat Archie and Raab were on, the teens aboard the steamboat made haste for the lifeboats as the ship sank out of the sky. Archie made a run for the bridge of the ship, intending to steer the ship away from crashing into ally lifeboats.
"Git yersel' onto a lifeboat broccoli locks, a'm needin' tae steer this ship from hitting oor fellow teens!" Archie hollered over his shoulder as he reached the wheel within the bridge cabin of the steamboat.
Raab looked between the lifeboats filling up with teens, and Archie within the Bridge as the door was opened allowing him to see the Scottish teen to turn the wheel. A crash of the bridge's windows brought Raab to witness some Video Game Vikings had been catapulted into the bridge, prompting the Broccoli teen to rush in and fend off the Vikings.
Archie made an effort to steer the sinking steamboat away from the lifeboats in the air and other Steamboats as it descended out of the sky. "Keep thaim aff me as best ye kin broccoli sprout!" Archie told Raab as the Broccoli teen assist in fighting off the Video Game Vikings from attacking the Scottish teen.
As Raab fended off attacks from the Vikings attempting to reach Archie, he tossed a few Broccoli seeds at the floor near the broken windows. The Broccoli teen aimed his arm at the other side as another Viking had been catapulted into the ship, a blast of Broccoli bud pellets shot and impacted the adult out of the window to the cold hard ground outside that the ship was fast approaching. The seeds Raab had thrown previously exploded into a wall of asparagus vines that grew along the bridge's walls, patching up and closing off the one side.
Archie steadied his nerves as he steered the sinking steamboat through a patch of trees, "come oan lassie, wirk wi' me 'ere!" Archie spoke out as he navigated through the trees, until finally the ship landed with a harsh crash as it plowed through the earth. Raab impacted against the wall as the momentum of the ship dropped to a short degree, while Archie clung against the ship's steering wheel.
Outside the crashed Steamboat
The remaining teens that stayed aboard or had no time to leave the sinking ship, climbed out from the wrecked steamboat. Archie and Raab plopped onto the ground after climbing their way down off the ship, the teens assisted others in getting out before exiting from the patch of trees to see more Vikings on the ground headed their way.
"Persistent bunch." Raab mused as he and the other teens gathered themselves up to charge the incoming ground force of Video Game Vikings.
Archie punched his palm, "I'm just warming up!" He declared, before he and the rest of the teens charged off towards the enemies along with Raab trailing after Archie.
Few hours later
The thunderous storm began to clear up as the battle began to die down, among the flying Steamboats that had Crashed, William and Eric the Red Eye could be seen lying on the ground beside the ship they had once fought on. The chieftain groaned as he lay on his back, his face swollen with bruises.
William breathed heavily as he sat up and glared at Eric the Red Eye, "I win." He announced as he picked himself off the ground, "Enough of this 'destroying arcades crap'!" He demanded from The Viking Chieftain.
The Chieftain chuckled with mirth and looked over at William, "Beat me in a tournament match of Yipper Wrestling Club 2, and we have a deal." He triumphantly
William's eyes twitched as his lips smirked back at Eric the Red eye. "You're on!" He spat heatedly.
Late into the night at Homebase.
Cree drove her parents' car through the night towards homebase with Stacey, Nesco, and Giselle riding along, the teens had a few bags on their laps with various clothes bought during their mall trip.
Sitting in the back with Giselle, Nesco held a burly winter coat, "They didn't exactly have my taste. But an extra coat for the upcoming winter is nice to have." She smiled to herself.
Giselle shot a dirty look at what Neaco had bought, "Of all the stylish clothes on sale." She shook her head in dismay.
Stacey leaned over a bit to look behind her seat at the teens behind her, "Oh come, ease up on her." She teased Giselle, "Not like she goes to school anyway to show off what she wears." Stacey remarked.
As Stacey and Giselle entered into debate on what style of clothes really mattered, Cree noticed the main garage of the Homebase lit up with its door wide open. A crowd of Teens boys and adult Vikings were making a ruckus, Stacey, Giselle and Nesco had their attention brought to the austere situation going on.
"Uhm…did we miss some kind of party event?" Stacey asked as Cree parked the car aside.
"Not that I know of." Cree responded in confusion.
The teens exited the vehicle and headed to the ongoing party going on within the garage.
"Aw now ya done it!" Archie's voice could be heard through the sounds of various ongoing arcade games filling the building with the cheers of Teens and Vikings .
"Foul! I call foul!" An adult yelled in anger.
"It's no foul, it's in the game, the move is legal!" William spat back at the Adult he was facing off against within the Yipper Wrestling Club 2.
The Teen girls looked on in confusion at the scene going on within the garage, a van driving up to the base brought their attention over to see a pizza delivery man arrive along with a team to help carry the stacks of pizza boxes.
One of the men walked up to the girls, "Pizza delivery for…" the man looked down at the receipt he held, "Yipper Wrestling party?"
"Thats us!" Harold announced as he walked out from the garage along with a few other Teen boys and adults to assist in carrying the pizza.
"Harold, what's going on?" Cree asked as she watched him pay the man a stack of C notes, Harold turned to look at her after he finished paying the delivery man. "Yipper Wrestling Club tournament ."
"...eh?" Cree tried to form a sentence. "But, what…Vikings…"
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKES ERIC, STOP CHOOSING THAT LAME WRESTLER, THAT'S WHY YOU KEEP LOSING!" William yelled in anger.
"NEVER!" Eric The Red Eye yelled back.
Cree threw her hands up in exasperation and turned to head into base, "Come on girls, I'm too exhausted to even deal with this!" She exclaimed.
Harold smirked at the girls and waved them off, "Feel free to grab a piece of pizza if you're hungry!" He hollered at the girls as they headed into the entrance of the tree elevator.
Chapter 132, just another school day
Delightful mansion down the Lane
As the sun peeked over the horizon of the Earth to signify morning has come, the sunlight peeked through William's window as he slept in a haphazard fashion. William slept facing up with his upper body hanging off his body, and his sheets just barely covering his legs with the blanket off to the foot of the bed on the floor. The Teen's eyes were accosted by the sunlight as the rays peered into his room, William's eyes bleary opened up to look at the alarm clock off to the side on his bed stand.
William's eyes began to open up in realization and shock, as he realized what time it was on a school day morning.
Kitchen
Benedict sat in the kitchen without his silhouette on, with a cup of coffee in hand and his morning newspaper in the other, the father of the household took a sip of his favorite blend. "If there's one good thing that came out of that Rebellion, it's the coffee." Benedict murmured to himself as he enjoyed the freshly brewed coffee of his for the morning.
A shout of anger and surprise in the direction of William's room had Benedict to look up in surprise, before frowning as he heard his son shout he was late. Father checked his wrist watch and noticed his son still had another hour till school started, "...He does know Daylight savings time was today right?" He asked himself.
Hearing the rush of footsteps run through the mansion, Benedict placed his mug and paper down to walk into the foyer and inform his son of the time had fallen back for the fall. Spring forward for Spring, Fall back for Fall was the usual method of remembering for him. Benedict jerked his head as heard William tumble down the stairs, he reached the foyer to see his son fumble around with his pants after picking himself off the floor.
William looked toward Benedict as he picked up his backpack after fixing his pants, "No time dad, morning dad, see ya later!" William said in a quick fashion as he slipped out of the building towards the garage outside, Benedict sighed as he tried to tell William the real time. "Well, at least the school won't get on him for arriving early." Benedict mused as he headed back to the kitchen to finish his coffee and read the newspaper.
The father of the household looked up at the top of the stairs to see Giselle fixing up her hair, the french Teen looked towards the entrance of the mansion William had left out from. The sound of William's moped could be heard as it revved up and left the premises, "He forgot it's daylight savings time." Giselle mused.
Benedict shrugged a bit and headed into the kitchen.
Wearing a simple leather cap and goggles over his eyes, William revved his moped up as he swerved through the streets to make it to school on time. As his highschool came into view, he frowned as he noticed little activity going on. Slowing his moped down to park within the student parking lot, William looked around to notice barely any students save a few are hanging outside.
Once he parked his moped, William brought out his c.a.v.e to check the time, something he should have done rather than his alarm clock. "...It's daylight savings time." He groaned as he slapped his face. William took off his headgear and goggles to put them away in the side bag of his moped, before dragging himself off to the front entrance with a dour expression. Taking a moment to think, William headed for the cafeteria's front entrance to grab himself a school breakfast.
Stopping in place for a moment, William checked his pockets and sighed a breath of relief as he had brought his wallet with him.
Morning Classes
Within a classroom filled with Teens sitting at their desks, the teacher of the room faced the black board as he droned on about mathematical equations. The board had fractions and algebraic numbers written across the black board, some of the teens had bored expressions, a few had their books up to hide what they were doing/reading, others were writing notes down as they tried to learn advanced mathematics.
William in particular yawned as he listened to the bored teacher try and teach his class, he fiddled with his pencil a bit as he listened to the teacher explain how to solve certain algebraic problems. Cree sat within the row of desks in front of William, and one desk over from him. She turned to look at William with a teasung grin, "So what's this I hear You arrived early?" She asked his hushed tone.
Allowing a glowering look to cross his face, William let a sigh escape his lips. "It was a mistake on my part, I forgot it was daylight savings time." He grimaced in response.
Cree quietly chuckled, "That's rich, what'd you do for the whole extra time?" She asked William.
"Studied for a math quiz." William responded, "Right after getting some school breakfast." He explained to Cree.
"Mister Uno, if you enjoy talking, and supposedly have studied." The Mathematics Teacher announced to William, the man had turned and looked at the teen through his thick eyeglasses, "Then please solve the equilateral triangle formula perimeter I have written on the board." He glared at the teen
William blinked and looked at the problem in question, "Should I write it down and solve it, or do it on the black board?" He asked honestly.
The math teacher, not expecting a response in such a way, blinked before gesturing for William to come up. "Please come up and solve the math problem." He insisted.
William brought himself to the front of the class before taking a piece of chalk and began solving the formula. The mathematics teacher watched the teen with his brows up a bit as William began writing down the correct numbers and formulaic equations, The teacher let out a satisfied hum of thought as William finished writing the answer. "Very good Mr Uno." He applauded William.
The mathematics teacher turned to face the rest of the class as William walked back to his desk, "I expect the rest of you to at least study for the upcoming test this week." A chorus of groans from some bored students filled the class.
Lunch time
Harold let out a chuckle as he sat across from William, "Oh man, talk about luck." He remarked after finishing his sandwich, "waking up thinking you overslept." He guffawed at William.
William rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah." He waved off Harold as he bit into his school lunch sloppy joe, he put the food back down after swallowing a bite. "By the way, did you finish your part of our lab project Miss Henderson gave us?" He asked Harold.
The Teen gave William a thumbs up and smirked, "Just finished last night, you have the notes?" Harold asked William before chomping into his sandwich.
William gave Harold a nod, "Lab class is today, we can submit our papers then before starting our presentation once it's our turn within the class. "
"Sweet." Harold smirked in response as the two teens focused on finishing their lunch.
Chapter 133, Yipper Card and Rainbow Monkey conventions
Yipper Convention
William's POV
We rented out a room to show and play a few card battles before the events of the convention fully began. Most of the boys from the Rebellion and KND from sector V occupied the large room with several tables placed down for card battles and trading.
Now, yipper cards were no pokemon cards or yugioh cards, thank god for that, the yugioh part that is…freaking broken ass card deck builds with a ban list big enough to fill a sizable book…
I had collected a sizable amount of yipper cards over the years, a minor hobby if you would to bring back memories of the old life. We currently sat around a table to show off our best cards so far, our attention was brought to the door of the room as Wayne came in with a suitcase of his own. "Pardon the lateness gentleman, had to collect a few things." He announced coolly as he made his way over to the table.
Harold smirked at Wayne as he sat at the table with several stacks of his cards in front of him, "Ah no sweat man, we just started!"
I nodded at Wayne's suitcase, "That your collection?" I asked while leaning on my elbow by my binder of cards.
Wayne took a seat at one of the chairs and patted the suitcase, he smiled back at me. "You guessed right." He answered nonchalantly.
Hoagie, who was facing off against Chad at the table with his deck of cards, looked to Wayne. "How many cards you got in there?" He asked Wayne.
Wally, sitting not far from Hoagie, looked up from his pile of cards. "Crikey, is that a lock on that thing!?" He asked.
Wayne allowed himself a prideful look, "When you're dealing with vintage and mint condition cards, you have to be careful with them." he responded.
We looked at each other, before I decided to start the show off. I gave Wayne a look who returned it back once he glanced at me, and smoothly pulled my best card out from my binder. The card was placed inside a case with an appraisal number permanently stamp on the corner, I gained the other's attention as I slid my yipper card in front of me with it facing the others to see it.
Chad spotted the condition and rarity as he looked over from his spot, "Is that a nineteen eighty yipper?" He asked hesitantly.
I looked across the table to gauge the other's reaction, "Rarity number four, special edition, only a thousand known in circulation." I boasted.
Hoagie grinned, "Whoah, nice!" He remarked as he leaned over to get a better look
"That' impressive Will, But…" Chad smirked as he pulled out a yipper card placed inside a laminated card sleeve, "You ain't seen nothing, look at this." He said while placing his card beside mine.
"Yipper Galaxy quest number one, won it last year." Chad triumphantly announced, earning some oohs and awes from the boys.
I rubbed my chin idly as Harold made a sound of interest at Chad's card, "Jeese Chad, how'd you get so good at yipper battles?" He congratulated Chad with a smirk.
I scratched my chin in thought and agitation, I can't believe Harold would think Chad's simple Galaxy Yipper card is better than mine.
Harold proceeded to pull a wrapped up object from inside his jacket, and pulled out a sealed up Yipper card with a number one mint labeled on the glass. Harold softly held his card up for all to see, earning some wows from the others. "This baby will go for ten thousand dollars on auction, Yipper card golden age striker, jackal mark one of the yipper boy series." Harold taunted us.
I pursed my lips as I quashed my anger, lucky mother fucker! I looked to Wayne along with the others, "How about you?" I asked him.
Wayne placed his suitcase on the table, and pressed his thumbs against whatever was on there. "Just one moment boys." He confidently announced, before the sound of the suitcase unlocking signaled for him to open it.
From out of the suitcase, Wayne pulled out a card that caused many of us to break out in sweats. Dear god, look at that holographic picture, the subtle flavor of text from the very first debut of Yipper cards. The card looked like it practically shined without needing light, it even had a signed case it was placed in by the creator.
Wayne smirked as he knew he won the show off, "Read em and weep boys."
Of freaking course he'd win the flexing of rare cards, the guy is practically part of the HSC that can sell vintage yipper cards. I tsked to myself, "Very nice Wayne." I complimented the teen, with a look from him to me knowing I was raging inside.
Wait till the tournament begins, rarity isn't everything if the card is shit in card duels
Later
-Yipper Card booths-
We took off to begin touring the convention, and view what was being offered and shown at the various booths. We stuck within a group while walking from booth to booth, one in particular brought our attention of a teen selling off packets at a fair price. A bit too fair compared to the actual price rate of Yipper card packets, Wayne had to stop Hoagie and Wally from buying a packet. "Not so fast!" He exclaimed.
Wally and Hoagie looked to Wayne in confusion, "What?" Hoagie asked, "These prices are a steal!" He exclaimed in excitement.
Wally smirked in response, "Yeah. I could buy more than I ever could!" He pointed out.
Wayne shook his head and glared at the teen at the booth. "I'll buy one first." He remarked before paying the teen who started to look nervous.
"Look man, I'm just trying to make a living!" The teen sweated
Wayne opened up his packet he bought and frowned as he spotted some discrepancies in the cards, "Get out of here!" He hissed in anger at the teen, "These are bootlegged and forged cards!"
The teens began to sweat as the teens and kids around his booth began focusing their attention on him, "I think my ride is here!" He announced before running off in a hurry.
Hoagie and Wally smiled at Wayne. "That would have been a waste of money!" Hoagie thanked Wayne.
Wally punched his palm in anger, "Should we chase down the teen and give him what fer!?" He asked.
A shout of pain could be heard off in the distance from the teen scammer, followed by the sounds of flesh being hit. Wayne smirked in response. "I don't think we need to." He responded.
Yipper Card Tournament
-Few hours later-
I sat across from Harold as we faced each other off in the semifinals, I dramatically placed my attack card down. "With my Yipper gangis rider, its cavalry ability allows it to bypass any traps you have face down, dealing fifty points to your health points directly!" I announced dramatically.
Harold smirked back at me in amusement, and revealed one of his face down cards. "But my Yipper spell card magicka doggo allows it to act as a trap card, and will reflect the damage back at you!"
I groaned in defeat as those fifty points to my health depleted the remaining points, and gave the win to Harold. "Dang!" I cursed.
Once the referee announced the winner, we both stood up and Harold offered a handshake. "You were good at the beginning, but you need to stop focusing on attacks and counter attacks so much." He advised.
I sighed and took the handshake with a humbled look. "You were quite the battle card master, good luck in the finals." I congratulated Harold.
Honestly, I need to strategize my card deck better and revise what cards are better.
Elsewhere
Rainbow Monkey convention building
The faint tune of the rainbow Monkeys soundtrack echoed around the place as girls of all ages went about their ways through the convention, booths were sent up for various artists and showcases of limited edition Rainbow Monkeys.
Within the cafe area of the convention, a couple teen girls sat at the table with their bought merch nearby. Nesco in particular frowned as she held up her first Rainbow Monkey, created in the style of green fur aesthetics through the build-a-rainbow-monkey booth. "And this is supposed to be popular?" She asked the others, tilting her head a bit.
Cree shrugged, by her side was a bag holding within it a rainbow monkey in the fashion of a covert spy. "Collectible, nostalgic, has quite the staying power through all ages." She responded.
Stacey smirked as she held up her Rainbow monkey, "Take for example mine! Action Bazooka Rainbow monkey!" She hugged the stuffed animal in glee.
Sitting at the table as well, Giselle allowed a satisfied look on her face as she beheld her own new Rainbow monkey. "Another great edition for the prim and proper line of Rainbow Monkeys, Sir JenkinsWorth." Giselle remarked as she held up a Rainbow Monkey clothed in a spiffing suit and monocle, a top hat sat atop just askew to sit beside the rainbow iconography on the Rainbow Monkey's head.
It was then that Kuki plopped herself down at the table, "That ain't nothing, this here is Sir Wigglebottoms the third! I already have the first two as well!" She cheerfully announced.
Cree narrowed her eyes at Kuki, "How'd you get the first one? Wasn't that one supposed to be won through a trivia contest?"
Kuki giggled to herself, "Hehe, yup, won him two years ago!" She held up her two fingers with her sleeves hanging off.
Giselle pursed her lips in annoyance, "Lucky, Sir Wigglebottoms the first is quite hard to come by in auctions." She muttered.
Author's note; Okay, home stretch people. Upcoming chapters is Next and final arc.