Difference between revisions of "The Idiot's Keeper/4"

Latest revision as of 16:53, 13 October 2008

"Tag, you're it."
"Tag, you're it."
"Tag, you're it."

Homestar tiger and Shwoo were riding in the Anti-Pesto van, tagging eachother, back and fourth. They had been doing that ever since they started driving.

"Tag, you're it." Shwoo tapped Homestar tiger.

"Tag, you're it!" Homestar tiger pushed Shwoo, a little roughly.

"TAG, YOU'RE IT!!" Shwoo gave Homestar tiger such a push that he got shoved right out of the van.

"Whoopsie! Are you okay, Tiger?"

Homestar tiger stood up and spit out some dirt. "No more tag, please?" Shwoo nodded and Homestar tiger got back in the van and continued driving. He looked at Shwoo, who was scribbling something in her notebook.

"Whatcha got there?" Asked Homestar tiger.

"Well, some strange things have been happening around FCUSA. Burning buildings, crushed cars, I even found a giant footprint." Shwoo answered.

"Huh. That's weird." Homestar tiger stopped in front of the administrative department, and dropped off Shwoo. They said see ya and Shwoo went inside. Homestar tiger took off and went to the Anti-Pesto headquarters.

Later, Shwoo was shredding papers and she looked at her notebook. The footsteps and the burning and the crushing, this couldn't be a vandal. This couldn't even be the NSMC vandal. It was too big. What was-

WHAMMOLIA

"AAAHH!!"

There was a magnificent crushing noise. Then everything went black.

Shwoo opened her eyes. What just happened? she thought. She couldn't move. She was in so much pain. She was covered in rubble. Lots of it. It was like there were two buildings on top of her. She... She had almost gotten crushed. She couldn't move. She used what was left of her energy to open her cell phone. He couldn't dial 911. She strained to press the REDIAL button. He hit it. Then she said her message, and she passed out.

Meanwhile, at Anti-Pesto headquarters, Homestar tiger was sitting at his desk, laughing at TheStick's jokes. He took a big drink of Melonade, then his phone rang. He opened it up. It was Shwoo. He heard a strained voice. It was saying "Help me." His eyes widened.

"Oh no, SHWOO." He hopped up and jumped right over TheStick.

"What's going on?" TheStick asked.

"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!" Homestar tiger yelled as he grabbed the keys to the van and dashed out the door.

At the scene of the Administrative department, which the building next to it had fallen down on, firemen and hospital workers were taking hurt admins and visitors into ambulances. Then they saw a Aqua-colored car speed up to the huge crushing scene and stop. A furry, orange, armless animal with a determined look on his face dash out of the car and run into the rubble.

"Hey, stop! Don't go in there!!" The workers screamed.

Soon, the same animal walked out carrying a young woman behind him. He put her in the same van, and drove off.

What the heck?
Am I dead?
If I'm dead, then how am I thinking?
And where am I?
Whatever I'm laying on feels familiar.
Wait a second...

Shwoo opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a furry, orange face.

"Are you okay, Shwoo?" Homestar tiger asked.

"Ugghh... I think so..." She groaned, still in pain.

"You're lucky I pulled you out of there. If you didn't call my phone, you'd probably be dead by now."

"Thanks... I'm sure I'll save your life someday."

"Isn't it funny how things work out that way? You do this, I do that, you do that... Wait, I lost myself."

Shwoo smiled.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Tee hee. Whammolia.