I'm sorry this chapter took so long guys. Had a boulder block my path in my journey to write this fanfic (A.K.A: Writters block ). Here's chapter 15.
Chapter 15.
Psycho’s POV
We were running around the second parking lot of the high school, frantically looking for the black van Smart Guy borrowed.
“Where did you last park it?!” Greasy hollered over at Smart Guy twelve cars away.
“I don’t know!” he hollered back. “Just keep looking!” I started getting really anxious. I dropped on all fours and started weaving in and out of the vehicles. I ran over Wheezy.
“Watch where your going idiot!” he shouted at me. I turned my head and bared my teeth at him. Unfortunately I wasn’t watching where I was going, I slammed in to the van. I saw stars.
Wheezy started laughing at me .“Psy...Psycho...HA, HA...found the...HA, HA...van!” he hollered still laughing.
“Shut up,” I said batting the stars away. “It’s not funny!” The idiot didn’t listen to me. He just pointed at me and fell on the ground laughing. He suddenly winced let out a yelp of pain. I stared at him.
“Are you ok?” I asked. He clutched his stomach.
“Ow...my stomach hurts.” he moaned. I crawled up to him just as the others rushed over to us.
“Duh, what’s wrong?” Stupid asked.
“I don’t know,” Wheezy said. I lifted him up in a sitting position. “I was just laughing at Psycho for smashing into the van, when suddenly I had a pain go in my stomach. It was like something was trying to get out.”
“I think I’ve read about these in a magazine,” Greasy said. “it’s like before a Toon laugh themselves to death.”
“That’s stupid, how could someone laugh themselves to death?” I said.
“It’s true!” Greasy snapped. “Ever wondered what happened to Fred Flinstone? He laughed himself to death. What about Popeye? Laughed too much, ended up dead!” Wheezy let out a whimper.
“I almost died?” he asked.
“I think so, but thankfully the pain made you stop. The magazine also said that kids were most likely to stop themselves from laughing to death. Adults are the ones who usually kill themselves.” Greasy said. Wheezy pulled his legs up to his chest and gave out another whimper.
“Common guys,” Smart Guy snapped opening the back of the van and chucking the bundle containing the rabbit in. “There’s no possible way to laugh yourself to death, Wheeze is fine so let’s go before someone sees us.” Greasy helped Wheezy up. I raced into the back of the van and got in. Stupid followed after, and Wheezy got in last.
“Hey boss,” Stupid said. “What do we do if the rabbit starts moving?” Smart Guy picked up a bat and tossed it at him.
“Hit him with this.” he said before closing the doors shut. It went dark.
“Duh, how you feeling Wheezy?” Stupid asked.
“Ok, I guess.” he said. I felt the van starting to move. Death. I remember a friend of mine, who died in the asylum. I closed my eyes.
I was staring at a human who was pulling me to the testing lab. When we entered I saw a friend I made during my sentence in the asylum. They called him Zap, he was a black and white rat that was the size of a cat. He was strapped down to a table. The human lifted me up and strapped me down on a cold, metal, table. He then grabbed a muzzler and muzzled me.
“Hey Psy, how’s it going.” Zap squeaked. I gave him a nod. Two scientist came in with clipboards in hand. One scientist brought out a crate full of wires. She picked up a few wires and taped them to Zap’s face. The other scientist did the same to me.
“The test subjects are ready.” the female scientist said to the male scientist. He nodded and walked over to a machine.
“Goggles on.” he said. Both of them placed their goggles on. I was starting to get scared, they only did that for dangerous tests. I let out whimpers of fear. “Ready...set...” He flipped the switch. I felt a horrible pain on my face. Zap let out a terrible screech, I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes. Then it was over.
“Oh, what a shame.” the female scientist said. I opened my eyes, she was holding a limp object by the tail. The limp object was Zap! “Test subject 625 didn’t make it.”
“Hmm, bummer.” the other scientist said. “Just throw it in the freezer with the rest of the dead subjects.” My eyes started filling with tears as I saw my only friend thrown in the fridge with the other dead specimens.“DUCK!” I zoomed out of my flashback and turned my attention to the pain on my head. We weren’t moving any more.
“What’s going on?” I asked in the darkness.
“The rabbit woke up!” I heard Wheezy yell. “We were yelling at you for the last hour to help us find it.”
“You were?”
“Yes we were! What were you doing? Thinking of all the ways you could ignore us?!”
“Why aren’t we moving?”
“Boss told us that he and Greasy had to do something!”
“Where are we?”
“Look you idiot! If you weren’t in la-la land then you would have known what was going on! But I guess you're too STUPID to know anything!”
“Duh, who, what, where?” Stupid said. I growled and pounced on something.
“YEOOOOW!” it yelled. It didn’t sound like Wheezy or Stupid.
“Hey,” it yelled again. “Let go of me!”
“I think I found the rabbit!” I shouted. “Stupid, use your bat to hit the rabbit unconscious!”
“Okey, dokey.” Stupid said. “Duh, good night Mr. Rabbit.”
“OW! OUCH! NOT ME YOU...OW... IDIOT!” Wheezy snapped as Stupid started whacking him with his bat. “THE...OW...RABBIT...OUCH!” The door swung open. I squinted my eyes. I could make out two blurry images, one was Smart Guy and the other was Greasy. The background was like a desert scene but with a bit of junk here and there.
“What the heck is going on here!?” Smart Guy snapped. My eyes adjusted and I saw that I was holing the rabbit upside down. Stupid was still thwacking Wheezy with his bat. Greasy pulled the bat away from Stupid, and position him self like if he was going to swing.
“Hold the rabbit right side up.” he said. I struggled to turn the rabbit right side up.
“AL! Your not gonna hurt your friend are you?” the rabbit asked. Greasy smirked.
“Asta la vista, bunny!” he said. Then he swung the bat at the rabbits head. The rabbit flopped to one side, unconscious. Greasy gave the bat back to Stupid. I stared at the rabbit. ‘Poor rabbit.’ I thought. I dropped the rabbit on the floor.
“What were you guys doing?” I asked.
“We went into a phone booth and called Emily what’s her face.” Smart Guy said.
“Her name was Emily Kitty.” Greasy said.
“Whatever.” Smart Guy yawned. “I called her and said that I was the bogeyman, and that if she mentioned anything about the weasels then I was going to pay her a little visit.”
“Duh, what did she say?” Stupid asked. Smart Guy looked away.
“She said, ‘Okay, then you can watch me skip.’”he mumbled. There was silence broken by a snort of laughter from Wheezy. Smart Guy’s face started turning a bit pink
“We’ve got a different problem.” Greasy said. We looked at him.
“What?” Smart Guy asked.
“While we were running around the parking lot, I saw the principal peering out the window at Wheezy and Psycho’s direction.”
“Way to go Mr. Funny bone.” I said dully. Wheezy gave me a silent threat.
“OH NO!” Stupid yelped. “HE SAW THEM! HE’S GONNA RECOGNIZE THEIR FACES!”
“We don’t go to that school!” Wheezy said. Stupid didn’t listen.
“HE’S GONNA TRACK THEM DOWN! WHAT DO WE DO!?”
“What I’m gonna do is hit you on the head if you don’t shut up!”
“Okay,” Smart Guy groaned. “We gotta think of an excuse. Think, think, think!”
We all calmed down and started thinking. A moment later, Stupid clapped his hands together. “I’ve got an excuse! I just remembered it! My mother used it when she got caught for speeding one time and the cop didn’t even gave her a ticket!”
Greasy got excited. “Yeah? So what was it?”
Stupid smiled proudly. “She told him that she had a chicken pot pie in the oven!” Smart Guy, Greasy, Wheezy and I stared at him blankly.
“That’s it?” Wheezy said in disbelief. “You want Boss and Greasy to tell the principal that they left school because they had a chicken pot pie in the oven?” Stupid lowered his head in embarrassment.
“Maybe we should keep it simple and say it was a mistake.” I said.
“We climbed into the Dumpster by mistake?” Greasy stared at me.
“Yeah. Sure. Why not?” I said “Lets say that you guys went into the office for something and when we left the office, the secretary said, ‘Go back to class’. Well, you guys just tell the principal that we thought she said, ‘Go sit in the trash.’” The van was filled with silence.
“Brilliant.” Wheezy said dryly. He then said, “What if we offered the principal something not to tell your folks? Like, you know...money?”
“Money?” repeated Stupid.
Wheezy nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it’s called hush money. It’s when you pay people to keep their mouth shut. We could put it in an envelope and stick it in his mailbox or something.”
Greasy dug in his pockets. “I’m broke.”
“Duh...I only have ten pennies.” Stupid said. I dug in his pocket and put two paper clips and a penny in the middle of the seat. Smart Guy took out a candy wrapper from his pocket and some lint with my paper clip and penny.
Greasy moaned. “Great. Then we might as well face it. On Monday morning, me and Smart Guy are going to get expelled and our lives will be over and that will be that. It will go on our school record forever and ever and we won’t be able to go to college or get a job and the next thing you know, we’ll end up in jail.”
Wheezy took out a cigarette and lit it. “Well, good luck.” He said, dragging on his cigarette.
“You know Wheezy you could be a little supportive you know!” I snapped. He blew smoke in my face. I growled and pounced on him. We fell off the van and started fist fighting.
“Would you guys stop fighting!” Smart Guy snapped. We ignored him and continued fighting. Wheezy flipped me on my stomach and held me in a head lock. I sank my fangs into his arm. He flipped me over and punched me. The others just watched us not knowing what to do.
There was a gun fire. We looked up and saw a man dressed in black holding in one hand a gun and in the other a cane topped off with a skull. He was staring at us in disgust. I scrambled out from under Wheezy’s belly and hid under the van. I growled at the human. Ever since the humans have experimented on me, I’ve never trusted them. The human took his attention away from me and looked at Smart Guy.
“This is your gang!!?” he said. Smart Guy flinched.
“Er, they're not that bad.” Smart Guy said. The human glared at him.
“That one,” he said pointing at me with his skull topped cane. “is scared to death of humans, that one (pointing to Stupid) is so stupid that he doesn’t know what he’s saying, and that one (pointing to Wheezy) can’t say anything with out either insulting them or hitting them in the face.” I growled at him.
“Um, yeah those are the down sides of them.” Greasy said. “But you were the ones who gave us the description of the rest of your group.” The man stared at me again.
“I’d like you two to come with me.” he said to the boss and Greasy. They followed him to a far off place. I slid out from under the car. Wheezy looked really ticked off. Stupid looked hurt. Wheezy then walked to the drivers seat, opened the door and climbed in. Stupid and I looked at each other.
Stupid jumped out from the back and closed the doors. We both walked the other side of the car and got in. Wheezy was turning on the van.
“Duh, where we going?” Stupid asked in curiosity. Wheezy ignored him and stepped on the gas. Stupid and I were pushed back in our seats.
“SLOW DOWN WHEEZY!” I yelled hanging on to dear life. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
“We're gonna go show them that we aren’t useless.” he responded making a sharp turn.
“LOOK OUT FOR THE DUCKS!” Stupid shouted. Wheezy just barely hit a mother duck and her ducklings.
“Watch where you’re going!” the mother duck yelled at the van. I slumped down in my seat.
‘And I thought I was Psycho.' I thought to myself.
I think this chapter sucks.
Aww, poor Roger! 
