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Rain, It has done nothing but rain for the past week in the city of Mellowbrook. During times like these, people would probably find a way to entertain themselves, like reading a book, watching TV, or playing video games. But not for one kid who wears a white jumpsuit and helmet.
“Bored,” says Kick as he lays on top of his bed. He takes a glance across his room through the window. The rain hadn’t let up as water drops hit against the window.
“That’s it!!!” Exclaimed Kick as he ran out of his room and down the stairs. "I can’t be stuck inside all day.”
He continued running until he ran into his brother. "Watch where you’re going, dilweed." “Out of my way, Brad.” “Or what are you going to do, skate all over me?" mocked Brad.
As the two brothers were preparing to fight, their father came into view. "Boys, you know how much your mother and I tolerate fighting in the house. Honey!!” Shouted their father.
"Yes, dear, said Honey Buttowski as she walked beside him. “You two boys should know better than to start a fight about something so trivial, scolded their mother. “But he ran into me,” explained Brad. “Then you should have been paying attention, Brad,” said his father. "Yeah, you should’ve paid more attention,” snarked Kick. “Don’t you think you’re getting Scott free, young man? You also had a part in this for Clarence,” his mom said. “And for that, you two will spend the rest of the day in your rooms, their dad said. “What!" shouted Kick and Brad in unison. “I’m trying to go outside for a little skateboarding,” said Kick. “And I’m trying to meet up with my date, Brad said with a hand on his chest. “Boys I’m afraid nobody’s going outside today. The storm has been getting worse lately, so me and your father have been working at home lately." As the two brothers were making their own case about why it was the others fault, a door opened. “Can anyone in this house be quiet? I am trying to get some beauty sleep!" shouted Brianna Buttowski as she cracked open her door, still wearing her pajamas.
Everyone had stopped moving taking the opportunity Brad had smacked Kick in the back of the head. Before Kick had a chance to attack him his father had grabbed both of their hands. “Rooms Now” he angrily whispered.
“You better watch your back, dilweed. Cause next time, mom and dad won’t be able to save you from me.”
"Whatever, Brad,” said Kick as he walked to his room.
When Kick entered his room, he flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating what to do when his phone rang.
"Hello,” answered Kick.
"Hey, kick how it's hanging."
When Kick heard that voice, he immediately knew who it was.
"Pretty bad, Gunther, mom and dad told me I can’t go outside because of a little thunderstorm."
“I dunno kick. Maybe there right about staying in.”
“Come on, Gunther, the storm’s not that bad.”
As soon as Kick finished that sentence, a loud boom could be heard outside.
"It'll just be skateboarding down Dead Man’s Drop.”
“While Its Storming!!!’”
“Yeah, the storm will just make it more challenging for me, and I’ll need my number one wingman to help me.”
“I don’t know Kick. My mom and dad told me not to go outside because they worry about me getting struck by lightning.”
“Come on, Gunther, it’ll just be quick.”
With a heavy sigh, Gunther agreed. “Fine Kick has just one problem: our parents don’t want us to leave our houses.”
“Not a problem, can you sneak out through your window?" As Kick said this, he quickly tiptoed to his window and quietly opened it, letting some of the rain onto his helmet.
“Uh yeah. I might have to use a bed sheet for rope to get on the ground.” Replied Gunther.
As Kick prepared to step out he had an idea. “Better have a double just in case,” he decided to put pillows under his blanket and a spare helmet to make it look like he’s sleeping.
“There that should fool my parents, hey Gunther you still there,” as Kick said he heard a thud from his phone.
“Yeah. Ugh. Turns out I needed something better to tie my bedsheets than my bed but I am outside heading towards Dead man’s drop.” Replied a disoriented Gunther.
“Good I’ll see you there,” said Kick as he jumped out the window and landed on a puddle and prepared to skateboard to the cliff.
“Something tells me that this is going to be great,”
"Honey, are you up?" said Kick’s mother as she walked into his room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary but his window being opened. With a sigh, she walked to it. “How many times do I have to tell you Clarence to close your window before you go to sleep?" As she closed the window, she gave his helmet a kiss. “Good night, Clarence,” and walked out of the room.
As kick had raced to the dead man drop, there was something else going on in another time in another world.
Sandover Village
“Jak,”
“Jak,"
“JAAAKKKK!" shouted the voice. With a drowsy yawn, the mentioned Jak had been woken up by the yell.
"Sheesh, for a guy who can’t talk, I thought it would have been easy getting you up.” As Jak got out of bed, he rolled his eyes at his human-turned-ottsel friend Daxter. “Come on, old mean green wanted us by that precursor junk up.”.
As the two boys went out of the hut, Jak had a feeling that today was going to be great.