Chapter 9: Road Trip
"So how am I supposed to fit in this with two other people?" asks Daleks, staring dubiously at the motorcycle sidecar.
Daleks, Nivlac, Xeano, and MrDayCee are in DayCee's little shack at school. Inside there is a little sidecar big enough to fit three people. So it’s not really little. However, in case you forgot, Daleks is a dinosaur, and is about the size of 10 heavily obese Americans. Fortunately, DayCee has a solution.
"I have a big sidecar for the back, so you'll be able to fit in there," says DayCee. "This one is for Xeano and Nivlac." DayCee leads Daleks to a back room, leaving Xeano and Nivlac to argue what side they should be on the sidecar. "This is your pod."
DayCee uncovers a huge sidecar, the size of a semi truck trailer. It's definitely big enough for Daleks to sit in. "Wow." Awes Daleks. "This is perfectly sized for me. Nicely done."
After DayCee attaches both sidecars, he guns the gas and zooms off. Usually his Harley would be slower than normal, but today, it's breaking the law of physics and goes the same speed with the same pedal power.
"So where exactly are we heading?" yells Xeano over the air movement.
"We're heading over to the fireworks factory," replies DayCee. "They have some illegal bombs there that should do the trick."
"I thought all bombs were illegal?" yells Nivlac.
"Yeah, but these are especially dangerous, so don’t tell Storm about them." DayCee smiles.
"What do you do in your free time, DayCee?" asks Daleks.
"Oh, Daleks," says DayCee, just a touch condescendingly . "I'm more than just a janitor."
Daleks frowns at DayCee's confusing answer.
"Hey, guys..." Nivlac points at a car following them a short distance away. "Not sure if anyone noticed, but that car has been following us since we left the school. Do you think someone is trying to stop us?"
"Why would anyone try to stop us?" scoffs Xeano. "We're just trying to free the guys and Storm." He sits up a little straighter. "So how much longer until we get to the fireworks store?"
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"About half an hour," Matt replied to Evil, who’d just asked the same question.
"And when will we be able to stop them?" Evil pipes up again from the back seat. Matt’s driving, and Jack is sitting shotgun.
"Soon," says Jack. "And by soon, we mean whenever we feel like ramming them off the road."
"And when will we be craving a ramming?" asks Evil.
"Oh, shouldn't be too long," says Matt. "The craving usually comes very quickly."
"Also, won't ramming them kill them, since they're on a motorcycle?" asks Evil again, starting to annoy everyone with his questions.
"Matt won't ram them very hard," says Jack. "Right Matt?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, sure." Matt says, clearly not paying any attention. He presses his foot down a little more to catch up to the motorcycle.
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"I spy with my little eye..."
"Xeano!" shrieks Nivlac. "We're done with the game. It isn't fun anymore."
"Nonsense!" shouts Xeano. "This game is always fun!"
"Guys, can you keep it down?" Daleks says, eyes drooping. "I'm trying to sle- AAAAH!" Daleks yells in surprise as a car rams into the back of his sidecar. "Uh DayCee, we're in trouble."
"Aw man," whines DayCee. "And I was hoping that there wouldn't be any scratches this time. I just waxed and washed this thing."
"What should we do?" Nivlac looks like he’s three seconds away from having a panic attack. "Should we disconnect Daleks' sidecar as a distraction?"
"Hey!" shouts Daleks indignantly. The car hits the motorcycle again, and everyone jolts.
"We just need to get next to the cliff on the left of us," says DayCee, seeming unconcerned.
"Are you crazy?!" screams Xeano. "They'll ram us off!"
"Don't worry! I have an idea that might work," says DayCee.
"Might?!" screams Daleks.
"Hang on!" shouts DayCee.
DayCee drives off the road and onto the edge of the cliff like some exciting people in action movies.
"Welp, I shouldn't have let you guys talked me into riding along with you." Nivlac looks down the cliff. The land below is wreathed in clouds. “Can I die now and spare my body the pain?”
"What?!" screams Xeano. "You wanted to come with us! We didn't even know you were in the room!”
The car veers up behind them, pulls level for a moment, and then jerks left and knocks them unceremoniously off the cliff. Daleks roars as they fall. The speed of the motorcycle falling is a little faster than the speed of everyone else (with the exception of Daleks, who’s heavier, and DayCee, who’s gripping the handlebars), and Xeano looks down to find himself hovering a good foot or two above the sidecar.
The motorcycle makes a grunk noise and burps a gout of bright pink steam before halting its downward acceleration. Xeano and Nivlac slam back into the sidecar with a thump.
"What the heck?" Daleks clears his throat from his roar. "Did you know it would do that?"
"Kind of," says DayCee, focusing on the horizon.
"What do you mean 'kind of?'" Xeano squints at him suspiciously.
"Well, I just finished it yesterday, and hadn't had it tested til' today," DayCee informs them.
"So we could have died?" asks Nivlac, his voice sounding an octave higher. .
"Yes," says DayCee, beaming. "Isn't that great?" Before anyone else can respond, he mashes the pedal and they blast across the landscape. Any other words were torn away.
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Jack looks at the flying motorcycle, awestruck, and more than a little confused."Did you know it could do that?" He looks to Matt, who, probably in violation of some driving rule, is also glaring at the motorcycle. The car manages not to hit anything.
"No," says Matt at length. "We have to intercept them before they reach Unleashed's class!"
"I thought you said you wouldn't hit them too hard?" says Evil, clearly uninterested in the flying motorcycle.
"We're going back to the school," says Matt, ignoring Evil. "We can intercept them there." The car screeches through a sliding U-turn and heads back toward the school. An innocent bystander honks at them.
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DayCee lands the motorcycle in a parking spot right in front of the fireworks store, and everyone dismounts. Nivlac scurries off to be noisily sick.
"'The Fireworks Store,'" reads Daleks in a monotone. "They clearly have lots of imagination."
"Despite the name, they actually have some grade A fireworks," says DayCee, and heads for the door.
The Fireworks Store looked like a warehouse with fireworks. There’s not much more to be said. The group walks up to the front desk, where a young man is standing.
"Hello, gentlemen," says the young man. "What are you interested in buying?"
"I do believe you have some bombs for me?" asks DayCee.
"Ah, yes, MrDayCee. Come right this way, we have your usual in the back room."
All but one tromped off to the back room. Nivlac was exploring the rest of The Fireworks Store. He wandered in aimless circles until he discovered a 15 foot large firework in the middle of the store. It looked just like your average firework, but it had a rounded base, and was about a hundred times bigger. The name is 'Terrible Fiery Death Punch', and Nivlac reads it out loud off the label. “Terr-ee-bleh Fiery Death Punch.”
"Woah!" Nivlac's eyes grow big as he stares at Terrible Fiery Death Punch.
He then takes out a lighter and lights the extremely long string at the end.
"This will be so awesome," Nivlac grins.
As he turns to head back to the front of the store, he sees a sign and read that out loud too.
"'Warning: Whatever you do, don't light Terrible Fiery Death Punch in The Fireworks Store. It will blow up the store. Seriously! Don’t do it!'" As Nivlac finishes reading,he glanced at the spark travelling across the string. "Oh, no."
DayCee is innocently signing a paper proffered by the young man when Nivlac slides into view. Daleks and Xeano were curiously peering over DayCee’s shoulder.
"Thank you, DayCee. And here is your bag of bombs." The young man hands DayCee a bag of bombs. "Have a great day."
DayCee looks up and sees Nivlac running up to him. "Nivlac, we were just coming to look for you! It looks like you found yourself." He chortled.
"Don't talk. Just leave," sweats Nivlac as he shoots out of the front door.
"What got into him?" asks Daleks.
Xeano sniffs the air and detects a hint of sulfur with his keen sense of smell. "Oh boy, that’s foul. Yeah, lets leave quickly."
DayCee & Co follow Nivlac out of The Fireworks Store and onto the motorcycle. DayCee sets the motorcycle to fly and blasts off. When they’re a reasonable distance away, the interrogation begins.
"What, exactly, did you do, Nivlac?" DayCee looks at Nivlac, who tries not to make eye contact.
All of a sudden a huge explosion goes off, spitting fire, smoke, and debris in every direction. When the dust clears, the Fireworks Store is no longer there.
"I had a blast," grins Nivlac nervously.
DayCee sighs heavily. "Remind me to tell you not to touch these bombs when we get to school." The motorcycle makes for the horizon at a fraction of speed of light. It’s a relatively large fraction (nothing like three fourths or nine sixteenths, but it’s still fast enough to kill people if they hit something), but Daleks manages to squeeze his nap in.
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DayCee lands his Harley in his usual spot in staff parking lot, and Daleks sighs as they all walk into the school. "We're finally back."
"Not so fast!" Matt runs out right in front of the group, blocking the hallway. "We won't let you get away." Daleks looks behind him and sees Jack and Evil.
"Wh-what are you guys doing?" asks Daleks, preparing for a fight.
"We're not going to let you free the others in Unleashed's classroom," says Jack, holding his sign like an ax.
"How would you guys even know about that?" asks Daleks in surprise.
Jack grins. "We're the reasons they're trapped. We were also that car that pushed you off, though it didn’t really work."
"Why would you guys do this?" asks Xeano.
"For revenge," says Matt. "Storm got me a detention."
"And R2 embarrassed me on the bus," growls Jack.
"And you broke my shades." Evil gives Daleks an evil stare.
"But how are you going to get revenge on them if they're trapped in Unleashed's room?" asks Daleks.
"Oh, it's simple," explains Matt, who seems to enjoy monologuing. "When Unleashed comes back to his classroom he will get them into so much trouble, they might get expelled. If he doesn't get them in trouble, then at least Storm will eat Clancy. By the way, she's about halfway through him, last I checked."
While Matt talks, the locker closest to Xeano shakes violently.
"Hey Matt," interrupts Xeano. "Can I check out this locker?"
"No, there might be something in there you can use against me, " says Matt. "I'll check it."
Matt takes Xeano's keys and picks out the one that opens all the lockers. After a little trouble putting the key in the lock, he slams the locker open. For a second, nothing happens, and then, all of a sudden a ball of fur, minecraftsniper, jumps out and bites Matt in the face.
"AAAAHHHH!" Matt screams in surprise and rolls on the floor, scrabbling at his face. "Get it off me!"
Evil and Jack rush to help Matt, while Xeano, Daleks, DayCee, and Niv circumvent them and sprint to Unleash's room.
"Finally!" shouts Daleks. "After we do this, I can get back to my life!" He smiles while DayCee plants one of the bombs on the door.
"May I do the honors, DayCee?" asks Niv, a little too eagerly.
"Well..." DayCee pauess. "I don't see a problem with it. Just hit the detonate button and then run."
Niv presses detonate and then runs. The door is unceremoniously blasted to pieces, and there are several shouts from inside the classroom. The first one to emerge from the raging dust cloud is Nurv.
"Yes! Finally!" yells Nurv. "I didn't want to be with those people anymore!" He flees.
Next is Pick, who just shrugs. "I was asleep until that door blew up. That was awesome."
Manly comes out holding his finger. "That exploding door gave me a splinter." He goes to face the wall and cries silently.
R2 exits while sneaking worried looks over his shoulder. "Thank goodness! I thought I was going to be next!"
Storm comes out with Clancy dangling from her mouth. It would appear that the lower half of Clancy was wedged in her esophagus. He’d been resigned to his fate, but now that there was a spark of hope, he began flailing his one free arm.
"Storm, you can spit me out now," says Clancy.
Storm regurgitates Clancy out of her mouth.
“There aren’t enough scented candles in the world to make you taste good, anyway. Too salty.” Storm made a face and spat.
"That was so sick," says R2, enthused. "Your mouth just unhinged like a snake’s. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I'm Asian, R2," replies Storm. "We hold ancient secrets."
“You’re welcome, guys!" sighs Daleks as everyone that was stuck in the room walks away.
"At least you helped them," says DayCee. “That alone should be worth something.” He reaches for his bag of bombs but finds a conspicuous empty space.
"Where are my bombs?"
“Bombs?” asks Storm.
DayCee ignores her and looks at Daleks and Xeano. He notices someone else missing. "Where's Niv?"
"Oh, NO!" shouts Daleks into DayCee's face. "I've done enough for one day! I will not help you find a user with explosives. I'm outta here!" Daleks stalks down the hall.
"I wasn't going to... Ah, forget it," mumbles DayCee. He turns to Xeano to make an offhand remark, but the fox asleep on the floor.
DayCee sighs. "I guess I'll just clean this up, then." There’s a broom closet relatively close by, and he goes to it, removes a broom, and starts sweeping the debris away.
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