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

Wow, I got a lot of reading to catch up on in this story. xD

Lol potatoes. xD

HiLARious! XD I love it! More!

I wanna see what happens with the potatoes. xD

Well, then, here's more!

When I climbed into the pool, I found out that the floor was some rough, black, lumpy material. With the addition of the orange water, it made it resemble a lava field.

There were several islands of the black stuff scattered all over. On one of the ones on the other end of the pool, someone was standing. “You!” he shouted aggressively. He leapt onto a circular float, and used a blue noodle to row himself towards me.

I picked up a nearby noodle, and took a defensive pose with it. When the other guy got close enough to jump at me, he did, holding his noodle above his head. I stepped away just as he slammed his noodle where I’d been standing.

I slashed him sideways with mine, and he wailed in outraged pain, backing away. With him standing still for a moment, I could see his face more clearly. His eyes were amber, and he had long brown hair that went to his chin. Grinning evilly, he charged back towards me.



So far, the plan was going excellently! I was constantly going up and down from the cellar, though, carrying tiring armfuls of potatoes. First I handed the load to the Joker, and then to Mickey, but I always kept a single potato for myself. We needed to make sure they were divided up evenly!

Suddenly, a call of alarm echoed down from the Joker’s side. It was like a game of telephone - one guy started it, and everyone in return shouted out what they’d heard. “The minions! The minions! Hide!”

I gasped, along with a few others. “Take the potatoes and hide in the closets!” I shouted, quickly pushing my bed over the still-opened cellar, and shoving my pile of potatoes in front of me into the closet. I heard others doing the same, just before I slammed the door shut.

Oh, I sure hoped we weren’t discovered! We were so far along!



I saw movements in the forest next to Granny’s Garage. Maybe it’s Cody, I thought. I’d better go check. Walking out of my room, I closed the door, and made my way outside. The street was at the end of the parking lot, right in front of the door. I walked straight across; there weren’t any cars, so whatever.

I reached Granny’s Garage, and just walked along the perimeter as I headed towards the motion. Suddenly, something soared out from one of the windows, clonking me in the head, and a group of people yelled - one after the other - “We’re safe! We’re safe!”

“Ow!” I complained, though it wasn’t like they’d hear me. “Hey, wait, a potato?!” I picked the projectile up and examined it. Was this what they’d been passing along to each other, then? Oh well, who cared. I quickened my pace until I was out of range from the windows, and then focused back on finding Cody.



Man, this guy was tough! We’d been battling for a while, and neither of us had got any good hits in.

He drove me out onto a diving board, but we kept blocking each others moves - I wasn’t letting him close enough to make me fall into the water. But the diving board was pretty long, and we were all the way on the end; after a while, it couldn’t hold our weight, and broke off from the ground, landing with a splash in the pool - it was now floating vertically in the water. It slowly drifted along until it was in the pool’s deep center.

Swinging in the air were the two metal cords that previously held the diving board to the wall. I grabbed one, and my opponent followed suit. We swung around on these, trying to hit each other as we swung past.

I then jumped away from the diving board altogether, and landed on a float. My opponent watched in dismay as I floated away from him; my leap had set the board moving away from the float, and towards a giant waterfall. As it went closer and closer to the edge, the board started to return to its horizontal state. He eventually took a huge leap, and managed to land on his original float.

This movement, in return, made him begin to approach my float. Stupid karma. When we were only inches apart, he took a swipe at my head, but I blocked it - and then, almost instantly after, had to block another hit.

“This is the end for you!” he said hoarsely, stepping over to my float. He slashed sideways at my legs, but I jumped over the noodle and smacked him in the head with mine. He roared with anger, and then made three hits at me, almost at the exact same time.

My energy was beginning to wane, when I saw that we’d drifted over to the waterfall. On one of its banks was a steep hill, and on the other was another waterfall - this one pouring into the pool. So I leapt to a nearly vertical part of the hill, grabbing onto the rough black concrete, and scraping my knees on it in the process.

I managed to climb up to the hilltop, when I noticed a big metal dam that could be used to block the flow of water to the out-pouring waterfall. So I dammed the fall, knowing it would eventually flood the place.

“It’s over!” I shouted to my opponent. “I have the high ground!”

“I hate you!” came the anguished reply. Then he made a great leap, and slashed me off the hill. All I could see was us falling, and then I blacked out.



When the minions passed by without noticing us, everyone cheered, and threw a potato or two outside the out-facing windows to celebrate. Then the passalong resumed - even now, it was being referred to as the Great Potato Passalong, or the Legendary Potato Passalong.

The cellar was being emptied fast; in order to get potatoes to the other floors, a couple guys from each floor was helping me to pass potatoes out. But instead of just all going through my windows, some of them were going to people stationed in the elevators. I only hoped that the ones on the other floors had enough sense to avoid the minions!

We were getting to the end of the cellar now, and everyone had at least fifty potatoes - we kept an inventory as we went along, keeping track of who got how many. I grinned in ecstacy as I brought another armful up to the fellows in the elevators; this was so awesome!!



After wandering in the forest for a good ten minutes, I realized that I’d got lost.

Suddenly, I was pulled into a bush, and a familiar voice hissed, “Is it secret?! Is it safe?!”

I realized it was Obi the White. “Wait, what?!”

“Nevermind,” was his response. “Anyway, I have a few ideas for how you and Hero can get into Granny’s Garage.”

“Go on.”

“You guys could pretend to be nuts, walk through the doors, and just blend in with everyone else.”

I wondered if it would work, when something ocurred to me. “Wait, how did you get here so fast?!”

“Um - I hid in your backpack?” he tried.

I sighed, muttering, “Works for me.” I’d probably never find out. “Anyway, do you happen to know anything about Bowser’s castle?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have a map of it right here!” He handed me a printed minimap of the DS Bowser’s castle.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.” Nodding, he led me out from the woods, and back onto the road.



Next part on page 15, post 7.

This story gets more random by the minute. I love it. xD

Awesome.

Maybe that's why I like Jamie's immaturity, cus I'm so immature myself. xD

xD My brother just read that and said, "I don't call people 'immature.'" and when I asked why he said, "It's not nice! I like 'un mature' better." xD

Wow. xD

He's so weird. xD

I can tell.

Brothers tend to be weird. xD

SaddleClub wrote:Brothers tend to be weird. xD

AGREED! xD

Kat24 wrote:

SaddleClub wrote:Brothers tend to be weird. xD

AGREED! xD

And annoying. xD I had a whole conversation about brothers with my friend. She has a twin brother and she was saying all this stuff about brothers right in front of him. xD It was funny. xD

Anyway.....I think we should get back on topic befor Shadow yells at us. xD We could carry the conversation over to the WCT or something if you want.

Surez. xD

Okay. xD

LOL, loved the new part. The potatoes rock. xD

Cooooool. This story is hilarious. XD

Thanks guys! xD

xD I watched the potato song yesterday and now I'm imagining them singing it. xD

Just add a new bit already!
Sheesh.
XD

Don't think I wont!

I awoke, lying on the island the other guy had started on. The water was a lot deeper by now, and my opponent was nowhere to be seen. I tried to get up, only to discover that I was tied down.

“Hey, anyone here?” I asked, hoping to be loosed. “Anyone?!”

There was no reply.

I tried to wiggle free, but the ropes weren’t that loose. I mean, they were loose, but not loose enough to get out of them. As I tried to think my way out of the situation, the water continued rising, until it was up to my feet.

I paniced. “Hey, anybody?!”

The water just continued rising, until it was over my head - and then I found myself floating. Pushed to the ends of the ropes that held me down, I could manage to slip free, back-scraping-inch by back-scraping-inch, until I was free. I swam to the surface, and gulped the sweet air into my lungs.

Then, I looked around. I saw that the pool door was about five feet away, but it was already halfway buried by water. I swam over to it as quickly as I could manage, but the water pressure was too strong for me to open it. I swam to the dam, hoping to let it back up, but there was nothing to grab on to. “Where’s a float when you need it?” I muttered, and began climbing the hill.

After five minutes, I was at the top, covered in scrapes and bruises. I spotted a weight, attached to a chain, hanging from the ceiling. It was probably for the dam, but I soon saw that while it should have been able to just fall down with the help of a lever, there was actually a second chain that stubbornly kept it from going any further down. Probably that other guy’s doing.

I realized that I might be able to pull the second chain off - after all, it was only attached by a lock in a weak-looking metal loop. I looked around for anything that that would help me get up there, and saw that the water was at my feet again. Maybe . . . maybe I could float to the roof!



The cellar, unfortunately, was now empty. But I might have missed a few in the corners - I groped around in the darkness, when suddenly, something sharp clamped onto my hand.

“OWCH! OWIE OWIE OWIE!” I howled, ripping my hand away and jumping up and down.

Joker, hearing me, came down with a flashlight. “Po?” They were calling me ‘Po’ now - short for Potato. Or Pootnic, if you pronounced its beginning differently.

“Something hurt! Something hurt!” I howled.

He slowly approached me, and then we both gasped. His light was shining on a skinny, ugly, Indian boy in a hideous yellow dress. The guy’s teeth were bared, and a pathetic growl was echoing from his throat. “Where’re my potatoes?!” it demanded, in a high-pitched shriek - and then I realized he was actually a girl.



I stood in the hall, in front of the door to our hotel room, and cursed myself for being stupid enough to get locked out. I could only hope that Hero had had the sense to bring a key - wherever he’d gone.

I needed to find him now, apparently. Remembering how ecstatic he’d been at the sight of the pool, I headed off towards it.

Once at the pool, I gasped in shock. Water was three fourths of the way up the door. What had Hero done this time? I gave the door a good shove, but it wouldn’t open. So I brought a chair from the lobby, pulled a screwdriver out, pried a vent grill off the ceiling, and crawled into the air duct.



Next part on page 16, post 2.

Ooh...
Pootnic, Pootnic, Pootnic!
You should'a asked 'fore you took her taters! *shakes head*

*xD*

Poor Po.

Oh no. Wasn't Po a Tellie Tubbie?

Oh, carp! Po was a Tellie Tubbie!

Please don't ask me how I know that...*shudders*