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Dream Blog: The Final Getaway

September 2nd, 2016:

The school kids kept throwing water balloons at everyone, even the cyborgs. These robots didn’t flinch. Stinky grabbed a few water balloons and threw it back at one of the kids. A blue water balloon splattered on one of the boys’ face. He didn’t appear embarrassed about being hit by a water balloon. He laughed and shrugged it off. Stinky tried to have fun during this tense situation, for I didn’t know what Derek was planning to do to us. He faked being knocked out. I could tell he was trying to trick us because his legs flinched occasionally. DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan looked at me and just nodded. I knew that I had to whatever they were about to do. I tapped Stinky on the shoulder and told him to stop participating in the water balloon fight. I explained to him that we need to do exactly what DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan are about to do. Stinky nodded in agreement. The kids continued to throw water balloons, but we kept ignoring them.

The children stopped throwing water balloons. They probably got tired of throwing all of the water balloons. DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan charged towards two of the cyborgs and knocked them down. Stinky and I tackled the third cyborg. George the Orangutan pushed one of the cyborgs. Then, he ripped its head off, grabbed its shotgun, and shot it in the chest. DJ Khaled pulled both arms out of the other cyborg’s sockets. He kicked this cyborg to the ground. DJ Khaled picked up another shotgun from the ground and shot the cyborg with the missing arms several times. Stinky and I just punched the other cyborg several times. I pulled the shotgun from this cyborg’s clenched fingers and shot it in the chest. The children on the school bus screamed and cried out of sheer terror. One of the boys yelled at the bus driver to leave the park now. The bus didn’t move for several seconds after this child pleaded for an escape from this madness. Harold and Sid started bawling and beating on the side of the bus, hoping that the bus driver would open the door for them. They begged the students to let them get on the bus, but it was too late. The bus driver finally peeled out of the parking and back onto the highway. One of the children exclaimed at the last minute, “DJ Khaled, you’re my hero!”

These children had no clue about the war that my friends and I were enduring. These children know nothing about Ewan Stodson, Matta, and Derek. Once the school bus was out of my sight, I walked over to Derek and shot him in both of his kneecaps. My shotgun blasts, of course, woke up the Rugrats and Will Smith. They all kept asking us what was going. It was a relief to hear Will Smith say something else besides the alphabet. I tuned out everything that they were saying. On a side note, I’m impressed that they slept through our onslaught on the cyborgs. In the meantime, Derek howled in pain, “You’ll pay. You might think that you’re winning this war, but Matta or Ewan will be the end of you and your friends.”

Derek tried to stand up, but he fell face first onto the ground. He didn’t move. His limbs weren’t even wiggling. I walked away, confident that I did the right thing at least for that moment. I didn’t care that I impulsively shot one of my enemies. DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan entered the driver’s side of the pickup truck, and George scooted over to the passenger’s seat. As I walked to the pickup truck, Sid and Harold tackled me. DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan drove away, but they didn’t leave us. I briefly glanced at them, and I could tell that DJ Khaled was making an important phone call. I don’t know what he was talking about, but I trusted him enough to know that he had a plan to keep all of us safe once this was over. Stinky tried to stop this brawl. He pushed Sid away, but Harold tackled him and gave his former friend a black eye. When I stood back up, Sid climbed onto my back and wrestled me down to the ground as Harold kept punching Stinky’s face. I threw Sid off of me, and I pushed Harold to the ground and body slammed him. I managed to hold Harold in a straight arm lock. He didn’t fight me. This is how I knew that he was getting tired. I turned around quickly and saw that Stinky curled his fist and punched Sid in the throat as hard as he could. Sid stood still. I could tell that the cartoon character was stunned. He gasped for air, fell to the ground, and rolled around in the dirt. I stood up and applauded at such a brutal attack.

“William! Get on the ground now!” squawked Stinky. I could tell that he was scared for me as he pushed me away from Harold and towards the damaged hearse.

“Adios, my friends! Toodle-oo, you fools,” laughed Derek when he threw a grenade in my direction. He managed to pick himself up and stand briefly so that he could fall back down and lie down on his back.

The grenade landed between Stinky and me. I froze. My body felt absolutely nothing. I might as well already be dead. That’s how lifeless I felt. Stinky appeared calm. He didn’t seem worried about dying. I didn’t scream. My mouth stayed shut. Tears didn’t roll down my cheeks. I didn’t even intuitively throw the grenade away from me. Stinky, on the other hand, kicked the grenade back at Derek the Limousine Driver as if it was a soccer ball. The grenade bounced twice and rolled right next to our enemy’s elbow. The look on Derek’s face was priceless once the grenade stopped.

“What! Nooooooo-!” shrieked Derek as his last words were interrupted by the explosion of the grenade. A thick cloud of fire and dust spared me from seeing the details of Derek’s body being blown up and sent in several different directions. This impact also sent me, Stinky, Harold and Sid airborne. We all landed near the pickup truck, which luckily wasn’t damaged by the grenade that put an end to Derek’s reign of terror. Of course, the Rugrats and Will Smith started crying again. I don’t know of any toddlers or immature adults who wouldn’t cry if they saw a grenade explode.

“William! Stinky! Get onto the pickup truck now! The church is just down the street from here. I can see the church from here. Reverend Howard Nielson is waiting for us,” screamed DJ Khaled frantically while driving out of the parking lot.

Stinky and I raced towards the trunk of the pickup truck until we realized that we had unexpected competition. Harold and Sid were running alongside us towards the back of the pickup truck.

“You’ll never stop us, you losers,” gasped Harold, who was out of breath but still managed to run with Stinky and me.

“You’re all dead,” scolded Sid, who sounded fairly exhausted too.

Stinky and I jumped onto the trunk before DJ Khaled sped up, but Harold and Sid joined us too. The Rugrats wouldn’t stop crying. Will Smith sat in the corner and wrapped his arms over his head. Stinky and I fought Harold and Sid as if our scuffle never ended. Our fists repeatedly punched each other. I punched Harold in the chest. Then, he would hit me in the face. Stinky kicked Sid in the stomach. Sid hit Stinky on both of his shoulders several times. We repeated this cycle for a while. Stinky and I took turns punching or kicking Harold and Sid, vice versa. We looked several iconic video game characters such as Mario, Donkey Kong, Kirby, Link, and Star Fox fighting each other in one of the best Nintendo 64 games ever, Super Smash Bros. In fact, we never accidentally hit any of the Rugrats or Will Smith.

We were so invested in the fight that all four of us lost track of time. DJ Khaled sped towards the church during our fight. The wind flew past us and didn’t distract or bother. When DJ Khaled drove into the parking lot, he abruptly stopped the car in a parking spot that was right under one of the stained glass windows. DJ Khaled slammed the brakes. He did not slow down and then stop. Harold and Sid were sent airborne again, and they both landed against the brick wall. They thudded onto the ground at about the same time. Harold landed to the left of the pickup truck, and Sid landed on the other side.

DJ Khaled and George the Orangutan jumped out of the pickup truck. They examined the knocked out bodies of Harold and Sid. George the Orangutan escorted Will Smith and the Rugrats out of the trunk one at a time. The babies sobbed as they exited the pickup.

DJ Khaled approached Stinky and me. He patted us on both of our shoulders.

“Good job, guys! I’m proud of you. You’ve killed one of our biggest foes, Derek. The Youth of the Revolution and the Board of the Vigil will be very proud of you once they hear about your accomplishments. This should be the final getaway, at least for now,” congratulated DJ Khaled.

“I’m just thankful to still be alive,” I said full of relief.

“Me too,” agreed Stinky.

“Now let’s go inside. We have a meeting with Reverend Howard Nielson,” said DJ Khaled calmly.

We all walked inside the church. George the Orangutan picked up both Harold and Sid and followed the rest of us into the sanctuary.

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