The Adventures of Hero and Pootnic [a finished novella of three adventurous boys]

Wahooo! XD I love this one. Gri and I wrote it!!

Maturity: Comic violence and obnoxious boys.
Fantasy: Umm . . . a lot of impossible things, thanks to author manipulation. XD

Cast of Characters:
Pootnic (written by Shadow)
Hero (written by Gri)
Gangster (written mostly by Gri)
Everything is edited by Shadow.
Also, you won't be seeing those names right away. At first, Pootnic is Sputnik, Hero is Tolkien, and Gangster is Lewis.

I glared at my father.

“Sputnik, you aren’t going, and that’s final!” he bellowed. “Parties are nothing but crud! They mess with your head, that’s what.”

My name is Sputnik - Sputnik Gregory Theodore. And my father is the single most strict man on the face of the earth.

See, all this started when I asked to go to this Halloween party at my school. There was a prize there for whoever wore the best costume: five hundred dollars. I really needed the money, so I could buy the new iPod Super, Gen 1 - I needed to hurry up and get it before any newer models came out, cus then I’d need to save even more money!

But, unfortunately, parties seemed to be another thing on my father’s list of taboos, including massive multiplayer online roleplay games, hats of any sort, eating vegetables, and using scented soap.

The moment I had uttered my request, the fireworks started. My father launched into the usual rants that accompanied any “unreasonable” request of mine. Immediately upon finishing, he gave me my punishment - being grounded from watering the garden. Yes, from watering the garden.

Suddenly, as I was heading up the stairs to my room, an idea struck me - I would sneak out.



“Tolkien, you’re grounded!” my father yelled. He has got to be the most crazy guy on the planet. He found my old cap gun, and suspected me of intended murder. He’s a lunatic, I know.

“Go to your room!” he continued.

This wasn’t good. There was a huge Halloween party at my school, and everyone who was anyone would be there, which meant that I had to go if I wanted to be cool. Normally I wouldn’t be believing that kind of crud, but I wanted to go anyway.

Now, I needed a really cool costume. If I was the one with the best one, then I’d win five hundred smackeroonies. I would have enough money to buy the new iPod Super, Gen 2! I’d been saving for it for months.

After ten minutes of intense thinking, I had an idea. I would be Indiana Jones! I needed a brown jacket, a tan shirt, and a fedora. I didn’t have a bullwhip or a fedora, but I had a brown jacket - the only shirt I had, though, was an olive green one.



(It gets more interesting, so just comment and you'll get the interesting stuff! XD)

Next part on page 3 post 1.

In this one, I wrote a LOT.

Finally!

Lol! Whadaya think, Meaa?

Yah, whadaya think?

It's different then what i thought it would be.
But still entertaining

Lol, it gets better, I promise. XD

So do I!

Processing...
I'm a little lightheaded from the questions

Sorry, lol! XD

XD i'm gonna go grab breakfast..uno secondo.

Ok...I stole some toast.
Now my brain is functioning.

Gah, you're making me hungry now. XD

*Giggles*
Tooooaaaaasssttt

*stomach growls* *twitch*

Ed II: Careful Meaa. Shadow's a werepire today - right?

Yep.

Oh bother.
Still...Toooooaaast

Watch yourself, Shadow! I'm an American Reject today, remember?

Can i be someone?
Pleeeeaaaaase?

Um, sure! xD You can be whoever. Wait! I know! You can be Pootnic!

Nooooooo
I wanna be jade

Fine. XP Jade.

Well, anyway, here! XD

I scrambled through the house, looking for the supplies to supplement the perfect costume for me. It would have to be something I didn’t normally wear . . . perfect! I could start by looking in my father’s closet.

I rummaged through his clothes, keeping an ear out for him should he come clonking upstairs. This was horrible! His closet contained nothing but ridiculous, bad-fashioned monkey suits. Sighing, I pulled out a light blue one to inspect - pathetically, this was the best piece.

Suddenly, my eye was caught by a strange, black, lengthy object, revealed when I took the suit out. Holding my breath, I very slowly took it off of its stand on the wall behind the clothes. My eyes widened when I realized what it was - a sheathed sword.

I gingerly removed the weapon from its covering, and flinched as it made a rasping sound. Then I clenched my hand around the hilt, and grinned - I was made to hold this sword. My eyes drifted thoughtfully back to the suit in my other hand. Hmm . . .



I needed a gun, now. My old cap gun would work nicely, if I could find out where it was hidden. I snuck into my father’s room - he was sure to have stashed it somewhere in there. Once inside, I crept carefully over to my dad’s bed, listening closely for the sound of his footfall. Then, I lifted the pillow off the bed to find a machine gun. I lifted it carefully off the bed, but then replaced it - it wouldn’t be good to overdo it.

However, as hard as I searched, I couldn’t find the cap gun. So I just took the machine gun instead. I stole one of my dad’s belts, which was conveniently perfect to clip the machine gun to once I slung it around my back.

Feeling proud, I stepped in front of a mirror, only to have my jaw drop in astonishment. I didn’t look anything like Indiana Jones! So much for that costume. I was about to go try to find another, when suddenly I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Oh no! I would never have time for another costume - this would have to do. I dove instinctively out the nearest window - now that I was out, time to party!

When I finally walked into the school gym, I saw another guy nearby. He looked like the average day business man . . . wait, with a sword?! I headed towards him.



Next part on page 4 post 5.

Yayness!

*bows*

XD
*Pokes Werepire,and American reject with a foon*

More plz?