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

Love the new part. XD

Oh. My. Gosh.

Mario rox!

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I just started reading it, but I love it so far!

Thanks guys!

Here's another part. XD

Crap. This was not good. But what else could I do?

Looking around, I realized I first needed to get a tranquilizer gun. Then, I struck gold!! I tiptoed over to where I saw something sticking from a bush, and pulled that something out. It was just the very tranquilizer gun I needed! I grinned, then raced off to track my dad.

I soon spotted him. The man was hunched over in the back of a pickup truck, concentrating on his DS. I smiled; this seemed easy enough. I took aim, when he suddenly turned around and snarled at me. I screamed.



“Hero, he’s got first!” I shouted with alarm.

“I see him! Hold on. Just gotta use this spiny shell!” Hero fired the shiny shell at Mr. Pootnic, and then, BOOM!

“Heh heh, score!” We zoomed past Pootnic’s dad, quickly winning the race. “Now, we’d better go check on Pootnic.”



We found Pootnic sitting on the roof of a pickup truck, madly playing DS. He waved to us. Mr. Pootnic was in the back of the truck, unconcscious, a tranquilizer dart sticking from his neck.

I got into the driver’s seat and drove us off. Once back at Walmart, Pootnic climbed a tree while Gangster went to check on Mr. Pootnic again, and in the meantime, I told Obi of our adventure.

“Well, er . . .” Obi said sheepishly. “He wasn’t exactly a werewolf. I was confusing him for someone else. But, we still have two times pie! The jackpot, remember?”

“Then what do we do with Mr. Pootnic?!”

Just then, Gangster shouted, “He’s gone!!”

“Oh well. Who cares?” said Obi, beaming.



After hearing all that Obi said, I fainted, falling out of the tree. Oh, gosh, tell me it’s not true . . .

I soon woke up to a splash of cold water in the face. Obi was holding a hose.

“I tranquilized my dad for nothing!” I accused him.

“No, not for nothing. Now you’re free,” he said smilingly.

“Free.” I blinked, and a smile slowly spread across my face. “I’m free!”

“Yes.”

I madly got up and darted to the candy aisle to find some chocolate. Then I began devouring it.

“Pootnic, what are you doing?” Gangster asked skeptically, coming up behind me.

“Eating choco,” I mumbled around my mouthful. “Want some?” I held the bag out to him; it was one of those packages filled with the little squished circles of chocolate that had some hard candy stuff around them and an M on the side. “Dad never let me eat chocolate. But now I’m free!”

Gangster sniffed it, then flinched away. “No way. That smells seriously weird.”

“Really?” Hero asked, shoving his way up and smelling the bag. He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, he’s right.”

I sniffed it, curious, then shrugged. “Smells fine to me.”

Obi suddenly came up and snatched the chocolate from me. He stuck his nose in it and inhaled deeply. Next thing I knew, the chocolate was scattered all over the floor, and Obi seemed frozen in place, with an expression of shock.

“What’s wrong?” Gangster asked.

“It was . . . poisoned,” he whispered.

Suddenly, a very strange urge came over me, and there seemed to be a glowing in my head. The glowing suddenly flashed against the confines of my head, and then spread out through the rest of me in an explosive manner.

Everything - it was so bright. I saw the world for what it really was - great fun and games all around! Life was good, and I was finally going to have some fun. Good thing I’d eaten the chocolate, or I’d never be seeing the light! “WOO HOO!” I shrieked, and ran off.

“Catch him!” Obi commanded behind me. “If we don’t get the poison out quickly, his brain will be irreversibly damaged!!” Hero and Gangster immediately started chasing me, which I made sure of by glancing back.

I grinned. “Run, run! As fast as you can!” I gasped. “You can’t catch me, I’m POOTNIC, MAN!”



Gangster tossed a grenade at one of the shelves ahead of us, creating an explosion whose shockwaves sent Pootnic to the ground.

“Chain him!” yelled Obi, huffing up behind us. I handcuffed Pootnic.

“Hee, hee! That tickles!” Pootnic cackled. Obi smacked him on the forehead with his staff.

“No, really, stop!” Pootnic said through giggles.

“It’s too late,” Obi said sadly, looking down. “He’s gone insane . . . but hopefully, mushrooms can temporarily heal a part of his brain, so that he can have some sane moments.” He instantly took one of Gangster’s mushrooms, and stuffed it in Pootnic’s mouth.

Pootnic seemed to calm down, and then a fearful look came over him. “Am I gonna die?!”

“Probably not - unless . . . they find you. But probably not even then.”

“Who’s they?” Gangster snorted.

“Granny Limburg and her Garage minions,” Obi spat ominously. “Granny Limburg is an old lady who runs an insane asylum, Granny’s Garage. If she hears about Pootnic, she’ll send her garage minions to capture him.” He shook his head sadly.

“I don’t want to go to Granny’s Garage,” Pootnic whined.

“We’ll protect you,” I said, hoping it was true.



I went into the men’s room to enjoy some DS time by myself. When I hid myself in one of the stalls, I heard a strange sound in the one next to me. I peeked under, and . . . was kicked in the face. Whoever it was then rushed into my stall, somehow, and let out a gas from a bottle. The last thing I noticed was that they had a gas mask . . . and then I fell asleep.

When I woke up, all my limbs felt like jelly. Hero and Obi were looking over me; Hero looked freaked out, but Obi was as solemn as ever.

“They stole Pootnic,” Hero said. I closed my eyes and groaned.



Next part on post 8.

Yay! I LOVE insane asylum stories! So much fun! xD

That was awesome.

Thanks.

OMG, I need to get Seaweed and Cyn and WL to read this. XD

I read it!

Now I understand how Pootnic became insane...xD And why he's so random. Well, at least I understand a part of it!

It took me like two days to read the entire thing so far.

POST MORE SOON!
xD

Lol, yay! Haha. It's very good that you read this, cus it's good to know your RP buddies' characters' history! *nods*

Lol, anyway, here's more. XD

I moaned as the mushrooms wore off - I could feel the energy leaving me - and then, my brain restarted, and I was refilled with that glorious glow. “I can see!!” I howled happily, only to gain weird looks from the other guys in this car. The ones who’d taken me. “Wait, who are you?!”

“That is classified,“ one said robotically. The one that was driving. “We’re taking you to Granny’s Garage.”

“What’s that?”

“Granny’s Garage is the best place in the world!” the one riding shotgun exclaimed. He turned around to grin at me. “You’re gonna love it there, kid.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, beaming. “It sounds like fun!”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes, it certainly is.”



Me and Gangster were in hot pursuit of those goons. We were on or new motorbikes that we’d found in Walmart, named the Gangster and Heromobiles. Mine looked kinda like the Spear from Mario Kart Wii, except it was red and black, with flames, and was equipped with guns on the side and jets on the back. Gangster’s was pretty much the same, except it looked like a black and green version of the Phantom.

“My GPS says make illegal right turn here!” Gangster called; we’d got outside just in time to see them driving off, and so Gangster managed to get a tracking device on one, which had conveniently been automatically synched to the Gangstermobile’s GPS.

“Go for it!” I replied. We both made an illegal right turn, suggesting to the police officer behind us to chase us.



“Do our guns fire backwards?” I asked Hero.

“No, but watch this!” He did a wheelie and flipped around, switching to reverse at exactly the right moment. Hero shot at the car’s tires, making them go flat on the officer, who ran out of control and drove off the road.

“Great job!” I said to Hero as he switched himself around again.

The black car, the one that was looking more and more like a tank instead of a Granny’s Garage van, was straight in front of us. I shot at its tires, but they just pinged off. “Crap!” I shouted. “I’m gonna have to do this the hard way!” As I spoke, I did a wheelie and activated my jets, setting the front tire down on the back bumper.

The guy driving opened the door, clambered onto the roof, and handed me a grenade. I threw it behind me as I climbed onto the car, and then there was a big boom. The goon smacked me as my Gangstermobile fell off the car, and I drew my machine gun. Not taking my eyes off him, I set my homing device on, and hoped that the Gangstermobile would be able to follow.



I looked around when I heard a gunshot. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing,” said the shotgun dude, who was now driving. “We’re just taking care of a little business.”

I nodded, smiling. “Say, do you have a sponge?”

“Uhh . . . no?”

“Oh.” My face fell, and then I smiled. “How ‘bout some paper?”

“Yeah . . . why?”

I just kept smiling, “Because.”

“Okay . . . here.” Tentatively reaching back with one hand, he handed me a sheet of paper. The moment he turned back around, I stuffed the paper in my mouth and chewed until it was nice and slobbery. Then I spat it at the back of the guy’s head.

“Hey!!” he growled, whipping his head back towards the back. The car swerved in the process, and two weirdos fell off the roof - Gangster, and the guy that had been driving. “What the - look what you made me do! You’re in big trouble, mister.”

I still was smiling. “You’re the one that turned around.”



When I recovered from the explosion’s shock waves, I saw Gangster and some goon lying in the road. Gangster’s hands were behind his head, as if he was just lying there casually - which, as it turned out, he was. We both got back on our motorbikes - his had, somehow, managed to follow mine without a driver - and continued on in our pursuit of Pootnic’s kidnappers.

“There’s a big building nearby - must be Granny’s Garage. Drive past it; don’t let us seem as if we’re going inside,” Gangster said. I nodded.



We pulled into the driveway of a huuuuuge building that looked like a hotel. “Here we are,” announced the driver.

“Yay!” I squealed, scrambling out of the car. “This is so cool!”

“All right, well, head in there,” he said gruffly, prodding me in the back with something. I obediantly trotted towards the building.

When I entered it, I asked, “What now?”

“Follow me.”

He led us a long way, going up a few elevators and down a few halls and such, until we finally stopped in front of a door with a golden number nailed to it: “3.”

“This is your room,” the driver told me, opining the door. I walked in, and inspected my surroundings. It was very interesting! There was a window looking out into what appeared to be a yard that was surrounded by the walls of the building - so that made Granny’s Garage a square donut! Yum!

In addition, there was a window on the left and right ends of the room, looking into the next-door rooms. I went and peered through the left one. I waved at the man inside; he was a weirdo-looking dude, with a white face, and a mess of pale lipstick or something around his mouth. His hair was long, shaggy, and a weird orange, and he wore a purple vest and trousers. Underneath the vest was a green shirt, and on top was a tie.

He grinned menacingly as he waved back.

“Now, don’t do anything funny,” the driver told me. “You’ll be living in here mostly. But be sure not to miss any events. Breakfast is from eight to nine - in the morning. Lunch is at noon, and right after we have polka hour from one to two PM, out there.” He pointed at the window looking into the donut middle. “Then we all have a quiet hour, and sit in our rooms until three PM. After that, Granny lets everyone out to wander the building until dinner, wich is from six to seven at night. Then after that, we get a reading hour from seven to eight at night, and then we get cookies and milk and go to bed.”

I nodded. This was going to be the most fun ever!



As we drove along, Gangster pointed out a dude in a really realistic Clone Trooper costume. We pulled over by him. “Nice costume, mister!” I said sincerely.

He took off his helmet, to look at us with raised eyebrows - looking, in addition, like a creepy reincarnation of Jango Fett. “These suits are standard issue these days. Would you like to try one on?”

“Dude, you’re Commander Cody!” I realized. “You bet we’d like an outfit!”

We were both outfitted with a clone trooper suit, shoulder pauldron, and Kama armor. Gangster’s suit was green-themed - green arms, helmet markings, chest armor, and pauldron. Mine was red, in comparison - red right arm, half of the helmet, stripe down my chest and right leg, and pauldron. Both, however, were Phase 1.

We explained to Cody after this our mission involving Pootnic - how the garage minions had captured him, and we were going to get him back. He agreed to help us, if we would assist him in return.



“What is your mission, anyway?” I asked Cody.

“We believe that Bowser is aiding the CIS,” he explained. “We were sent to break into his castle, but we didn’t learn any more than that.”

“Wait, we can’t just break into Bowser’s castle, can we?!” Hero asked.

“We can try,” Cody said firmly. “My shuttle is just down the street, hidden in a forewt to the right of the road. I’m taking of tomorrow at eight AM.”

“We’ll be there,” I said, shaking his hand.



Next part on page 12, post 9.

I agree! *nods in agreement*

Whee...Pootnic's living in a square doughnut....xD!

Or so he thinks. XD

Oh, everyone, wait 'till we write HP II! One of the first parts is gonna be emotional! And you'll feel the emotion, all right!

I will never spoil it to any of you!

Polka hour?

Yah Gri, just like you siad you would never tell me that the sequel to WSE is about Twilight.

Haha, love it. XD

Lol, I think I read most of this and I love it so far! Very creative, you guys. XP

I remember one time I made a bird out of a Fruit Gusher's wrapper (shiny side up) and I named him Pootnic. But then he found a mate named like Brunhilda or something and they flew away together. But then they left behind little babies that were made out of those little shiny things in gum packages... You know the ones that you pop out? Like Trident Splash? I hope you know what I'm talking about. XP

Goodness...
My family thinks I'm crazy now.

Yep, Kat! Polka hour.

Thanks Ratty.

Lol, thanks Mo!! xD

Weird . . . XD But cool! In a weird way. Lol. Brunhilda and Pootnic . . .

XD Lovely, Meaa!

Polka hour?

Polka hour sounds scary...

xD Yah. I wanna go to Granny's Garage!

Lol, well, I feel like adding more. So here!

I sat on my bed for a moment, and then wandered to the window I hadn’t peeked in yet. Doing so, I saw a young man . . . rather normal-looking . . . and he was short-haired and blond. I knocked on the glass, and he looked my way. Grinning, I waved to him, and he returned the wave with a sheepish smile.

Suddenly, as I observed him, his body spasmed and he let out a howl. Gasping in shock, I scrambled away from the window, but to where I could still see the man. He began to shriek at the top of his lungs then, running around and around in his room.

A squeaky noise behind me distracted my senses from this spectacle, and I turned to see my other neighbor opening our window.

“That’s Mickey - Mr. Abcdoodle - over there,” he explained in a weirdo voice - kinda hoarse, and ominous. “You’ll have to excuse him. He’s a shapeshifter, but he always gets really hyper right before he changes.” He shrugged dismissively.

“Oh,” I said, and then grinned. “Will I get to meet him?”

“Probably,” the man leered. “But you’ll have to wait . . . until he’s sane again.”

“Aw.” I blinked. “But anyway, who are you?”

He grinned. “I’m Joker. Who are you?”

“I’m Pootnic. But my real name is Sputnik Gregory Theodore; I merely changed my name to keep my identity secret.” I beamed; he was sure to find my intelligence impressive.

He let out a scream of laughter, falling back onto the floor, and rolling around as he cackled hysterically. “Good job!”



Gangster and I waited around for hours, playing DS until it got so late that Gangster insisted upon a hotel. We took our armor off, and checked into one across the street from Granny’s Garage. It was called the Pumpkin Palace; it was shaped like a pumpkin, the staff were all dressed as pumpkin seeds, and there was even a huge pool with orange water! Luckily, I was wearing swimming trunks instead of underwear in case of such an occasion.

When Gangster and I were in our room, we both fell asleep pretty quickly. But I got up early - or so I thought. I looked at my watch to check.

“Hmm, two-thirty. Not too early for a swim,” I mused. I took everything but my swimming trunks off, and ran down to the pool.



Once ordered to bed after our cookies and milk were all eaten, I decided cleverly to sleep under mine, in case that Mickey fellow somehow broke into my room. That cat wouldn’t be getting my hair to eat!

As I crawled underneath, my hand suddenly touched a little round knob on the floor. What the heck? Groping around until I found a flashlight - there were always flashlights under beds, if you looked hard enough for them - I switched it on to light up the little knob. It looked like a door on the floor! It was shaped like one and everything - there was even these lines on the floor in the shape of a rectangle.

I crawled out and pushed the bed aside, and then shone the flashlight over the whole thing - yup, it was definitely a door. I cautiously leaned down and tried to open it. Luckily, it was unlocked, and I pulled it open to reveal some sort of staircase. It went down into a cellar . . . and it was filled with something . . .

I walked downstairs to inspect, and shone the flashlight around. My jaw dropped - it was amazing! The whole room except for the small bit I was standing in was filled with potatoes!! “OMG!”

I raced back upstairs, and slammed Joker’s window open. “Hey, Joker, guess what!” I said ecstatically.

He scrambled over instantly and covered my mouth. “Shhh,” he hissed. “The goonies will hear you!” Without another word, he yanked me into his room, and further on until we were in his closet. Then he carefully shut the door, and pulled the string that was the light switch.

“The closets are soundproof,” he explained. “Granny thought it’d be a good idea to have soundproof closets, for some reason.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, well, what is it?”

“I found a cellar!” I exclaimed. “Filled with potatoes!”

His jaw dropped. “Where?”

“Under my bed!!”

“Whoa . . . dude, you are one lucky guy. The Great Potato Cellar was only considered a myth before now - and you of all people find it!” He shook his head in amazement. “You’re seriously lucky.”

I grinned. “Sweet!!”

Joker’s face was musing for a moment, and then he nodded to himself. “This is a memorable occasion,” he said. “We need a mischievous plan.”

“Hmm . . . how about we distribute the potatoes to all the other people living here?” I suggested. “Then we can all take turns microwaving them until the kitchen explodes, and we’ll live on the ones left over!”

He grinned. “Fantastic. Lucky guy’s got brains! But, first we gotta spread the news. Pass it on to all your window buddies!” He finally let me out of the closet, and raced over to his other window and opened it. I dove back through my window and headed towards Mickey’s, shuddering internally at what I was going to do. I sure hoped he wasn’t a cat right now . . .



I was seriously curious about what would happen next. Wandering over to a window, I discovered that I could see Granny’s Garage through it. I could vaguely see through some of the windows over there, and it seemed that a guy in one of them was continuously going from one side of the room to the other. Wait - everyone else was doing the same thing!

I pulled a small set of binoculars from one of the pockets of my jacket, and using them, I got a closer look. Evreyone would go to one end of the room, collect a small round object about the size of a fist from the person in that room, and bring it to the other side of the room. There they either passed it on to another person, or put it in a slowly growing pile of the same objects. And then they repeated it all again.

“That’s peculiar.”



Next part on page 13, post 10.

*falls over giggling*

Yea! POTATOES!
xD

This is where the fun really starts.

Awesomeful!

WHOOOO! GO POTATOES!

xD Awesome.

IT is.

This is where the fun really starts.

Yea! FUN!