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

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Dressed in the suit, and wearing the sword across my back, I strode into the school gym. On my way over, I’d stopped at a costume shop and picked up a false mustache. I displayed this now on my upper lip.

I looked around, inspecting the party. Suddenly, an odd-looking fellow entered. He had brown hair and stubble as if from a recently shaved beard. He was wearing a brown jacket with an olive green shirt underneath, and a machine gun was slung across his back, much in the way I was wearing my sword - seriously, dude, get your own ideas! His pants were just a normal pair of jeans. Overall, it just looked like he’d tried to join a military camp.

“What are you supposed to be?” I asked him.

“What are you supposed to be?” he retorted. “And, you know, this isn’t prom night.”

i crossed my arms. “I am your average day businessman.”

“Well I am Indiana Jones!”

I stared at his costume. He looked nothing like Indiana Jones! “Well, sorry it didn’t work out for you,” I said, shaking my head with pity.

He didn’t respond to that. “What’s with the sword?” he instead demanded.

I smiled. “Oh, didn’t I mention that? I am your average day business man - with a sword.”



“Riiiight,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I don’t know what your inspiration was, but I think my costume is much better.’

He snorted. “Sure, sure, says the Indiana Jones reject. What happened? Did they have to use spare supplies on you?”

“Once again,” I said, “this is not prom night. So just go back to your average day business man’s business, and come back in a couple of months or so.”

Just then, a strange man interrupted us, coming up to us and shouting, “Say cheese!” The next moment, his camera flashed, and business guy’s picture had been taken.

“Hey!” business guy protested, covering his face.

“What the-” I started, and suddenly the guy took my picture as well.

“Haha, serves you right!” Businessness crowed.

I rolled my eyes. “Could you please try and act mature?”

He stuck is tongue out and scampered off.

“Well, off to take more pictures!” the photo guy said excitedly, and strutted off.

They were probably both off to flirt.



I sped off with relief. Thank goodness! It was wonderful to be away from Weirdo Jones. Suddenly, there was a commotion - I turned to look. Someone was yelling at Weirdo; some rot about a “school policy” and “machine guns” and similar pointless-sounding crap that my dad would get a kick out of. The yeller promptly pulled out a cellphone when Weirdo wouldn’t submit, and dialed three numbers before holding the phone to his ear - that was not good; I figured I’d better intervene for that guy’s safety.

I walked over, and said, “Hey, put that down! Don’t you know that cellphones have radioactivity that can turn your brains into soup?” Yep, surprisingly, I was actually promoting my father’s insane teachings.

Weirdo and Yeller both looked at me like I was crazy.

“What?!” I protested.

Just then, Yeller’s eyes locked on my sword. “OMG, he’s got a sword!” he shrieked, his cellphone flying across the room in his frenzied alarm, as he pranced around insanely, waving his hands all over the place. “Somebody call the police!” The whole party mob gasped, and started running around and shrieking hysterically, trampling tables.

“Crap,” I muttered, and then I heard sirens in the distance.



“Run for it!” I shouted once I heard the sirens, diving out the nearest window.

Businessness hurtled out after me. “Where do we go?!” he asked in a panicky voice.

A police officer approached us then - the squad cars were already lined up in front of the school - and said, “Hey, kids!! What are you doing with those weapons?!” I instinctively drew my machine kid. “Hey, now, kid,” he warned, “no funny business.”

I fired a few shots in the air, and dashed away.

“Hey, you, get back here!” the police officer bellowed, and then he called for backup into his walkie talkie thingamajig. I looked back to find Businessness following me. Good.

“Hey, dude, follow me and keep down!” I shouted in a hushed tone, as we entered a field of six-foot-tall grass. Man, when was the last time they mowed out here?! Our bodies passing through made swishing sounds that sounded utterly ominous.

When I neared the middle of the field, I sat down and closed my eyes.



Next part on page 5 post 3.

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This is getting suspenseful!! (I think I spelled that wrong. XD)

Suspenseful . . . nope, you got it right! XD Lol! Anyway, it is, isn't it? XD

I always think I spell things wrong. XD And yeah, it is! XD

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Oh, and Gri is grounded today so he can't get on. XD But he says hi.

“Hey, Jones guy, what are you doing?!” I shouted frantically, glancing up whether to see if there were any search lights. There weren’t - yet.

“I dunno.”

“Then what are you waiting around for?! We’ve gotta run!” I was still shouting.

“Quiet down kid!” he hissed. Suddenly, someone else swished into the clearing. He was a tall dude with a fedora, a jacket like Weirdo’s, a white shirt beneath, tan pants, and a machine gun of his own. I let out a bloodcurdling shriek that was instantly muffled by Weirdo’s hand. I jerked his hand away to shout at the creep, “Who are you?!”



“I’m a gangster punk teen,” I said, making my voice husky - like Bruce Wayne did when he was in his identity. “With a bad attitude! I’m lookin’ for ol’ men to kill.” My eyes shifted ominously from side to side, as if I were searching for the men in question.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Lewis,” Tolkien said skeptically. What the heck was he Tolkien doing with a costume like that? He looked like a failure of me! He was rather unoriginal.

“Hmm,” I said, wondering whether to give up my cover. I then shrugged dismissively. “Why are the coppers chasing you?” I kept up my husky voice; it made the other, unfamiliar business-guy cringe, which was wicked funny.

“We had a couple weapons,” he said, gesturing towards his machine gun and the other guy’s sword. “Who would have known they had a school code against that?!”

“Right,” I said, smothering an exasperated sigh. Tolkien wasn’t such a bright bulb. “Well, same for me - but I really am looking for old men to kill.”

Business-guy shrieked, only to be muffled again by Tolkien.

“Well, we can’t go back home,” I concluded. “The coppers will be looking for us there, too. We’ll have to wait until the situation is under control.”



I turned to Businessness. “Which means we have to wait until the coppers leave,” I clarified. Businessness nodded as if it suddenly all made sense. “Which also means we have to get them away,” I added. “Lewis, how much time can you buy us?”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, thinking it over. “Well . . . I can get you a solid twenty minutes to get outta here. What say we all meet at the abandoned Walmart down the street?”

I nodded, wondering why it was abandoned in the first place. “Let’s do it.”

Lewis turned and swished away into the grass, the same way he’d come in by.

A couple of minutes later, I heard the voice of the same police officer who’d chased us into the grass: “What the-?!” An explosion cut his voice off into a screech.

“Let’s go!” I hissed, and I raced towards the Walmart, dragging Businessness along as I went.

“Hey, leggo!” he protested.

“Come on then!” I replied with exasperation, letting go and surging ahead. A few seconds later and we were out of the grass, far away from the coppers now.

I faintly caught Lewis proclaiming, “You’ll never catch me alive, coppers!!!” Then a few gunshots sounded. I hoped for his sake that they weren’t from the police.



Next part on page 6 post 3.

Tolkien and Lewis. *gigles*

Lol, yup!! XD

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Tell iGri hi for me, since he's grounded.

He says, "Oh, um . . . RIP Brom."

*sniffsniff* Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhkay. *sobz*

Ungrounded! WHOO! I have influence over my parents, sometimes. Nothing is impossible, when I persevere. Sometimes, I feel sorry for them.

XD Same here, Gri, same here.