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[Kitsadoodles]

“There’s no way you two can beat all of us! Just give up, and nobody gets hurt!” SNaKe screamed at the two incredibly annoying fighters, both smiling for some reason. “You actually believe that we weren’t prepared for this? You must be joking!” the Principal yelled in response to SNaKe’s apparently idiotic statement. Just then, he pulled from his pocket a small, cube-like object. “What are you gonna do with that? Geometrically bore me to death!?” SNaKe asked, with the Principal still smiling. He then pressed a button on the small square, and it morphed into a giant, flaming brownie-shooting bazooka! “Fear my pastries!” He yelled as he fired a shot at Olga Flow, while Natasha took out her bazooka. “RWAAAAAAR! T-too…..YUMMY!” Olga then smushed his face with his hands, jerking around and forcing the group to jump back on to the battlefield. He then collapsed into his knees and ate the brownies, which caused him to faint of sugar overload. “ANYONE ELSE WANT A TASTE OF MY FUDGEY GOODNESS?!” Yelled the Principal as he fired random brownie shots into the sky, which fell back down into brown, chocolaty mush piles. “Is that supposed to scare- guys? What are you doing?” Danan attempted to provoke the Principal and Natasha, but then he looked behind him to find that half the team was already pigging out on the brownie mushes! “All right, then; I guess I’ll just have to handle this MYSELF!” And with that, explosions of Rafoie lit up the room, blowing up both of the meanie-poos’ bazookas. After the team finished their happy-ful brownie desert, they all smiled and realized that they now had the advantage. “All right. You win. We couldn’t beat you with our delicious pastries, so there’s nothing that we can do now. I guess we can just call it even, and forget any of this ever happened.” Just before SNaKe and the Principal were about to shake hands in acceptance of this truce, a scream was heard from down in the garbage pit! “Heathcliff!” Palli yelled as she jumped down into the death-hole of doom. The rest of the group followed in BoB’s airplane, leaving Tyrell and Natasha behind. When they arrived at the bottom, they saw Da-, Palli and Heathcliff all involved in a fierce battle!

Chapter 9: A Battle for Truth, Love, and Pie!

“…That’s right, I’m back from Paris! And I’ve brought a little friend along with me…a friend I like to call the RED WEAPON SET!” He then took out every single Red Weapon at once, pointing them at Heathcliff! “Now, I can use these weapons to kill you and obtain the mightiest shotgun in the world- DARK METEOR!” Da- yelled as he swung violently at the two mutated evil beings. “But Da-,” Palli began, “Why do you want a Dar Meteor if you’re a HUmar?” “Well, DUUUUUHHH…If I could obtain this entire Red Weapon set all by myself so quickly, and not to mention I’d already had the Dark Flow to begin with, wouldn’t you think that-..” “ALLRIGHT! I get it! You’re a hacker, you can equip ranger weapons, jeesh!” “And now, this hacker is back to destroy you ALL!” Da- once again swung and shot at random, with no hits so far. “What do we do, guys? I’m scared!” Kapu exclaimed as he dodged many random shots. “Don’t worry! We can do anything if we believe! Plus, I’ve got a plan!” Cal stealthily and quickly ran behind Da-, still without him noticing. “Hiyaaaaah!” He then shot a large beam of light straight at the fashionista’s back, which was deflected by the glare of his sexy glasses! “Hah! What a laugh!” Da- grabbed Cal by the arm and flipped him on to the ground in front of him, leaving him open to all of his attacks. “Say good-night, computer!” Just as he was about to take a huge swipe at Cal with his Red Sword, (the big one!) he suddenly stopped and looked down and saw blood coming out of his chest armor. He turned his head around, only to see Danan standing behind him, a tear coming out of his eye. “I though…I thought you believed in friendship, and never hurting…f-friends.” Said the dying HUmar, lying on the ground. “That is true,” Danan began, “But only do I believe in not hurting friends- I also believe in no friend hurting another. If forced to choose between being a good friend to the one doing damaged and the one taking it, I will choose to save the victim.” “I never did get your logic, Danan. I guess it won’t matter, now…that…” But those were his last words. Da-…was dead.

Well, I hope you enjoy it! I do wish I had posted more earlier, so that the reading would be less tedious, but TOO BAD!