The Adventures of Wesley and Philip plus Gabby

Chapter 1 Ball up or Die Hard

I would love to say that it was a good night for basketball, but it wasn't. The morning had been filled with rain and now the afternoon was filled with the feeling of depression. If it wasn't for the fact that we were about to do something incredibly important, we might have stayed home. It had been a few months since I helped Philip complete the prophecy, and we were looking for something that would make our adrenaline rush. It took us awhile, but we were now involved in a plan to stop a murder attempt. I tried to get the entire gang back together, but only three of us were willing to go on this mission. Philip and I, along with Poofy, were ready to kick some ass.

I walked into the basketball stadium, ticket in hand. My backpack was slugged over my shoulder, concealing Poofy inside of it. As I made my way in, I heard Philip say something through the microphone in my ear.

"Wesley, what do you see, over?" he asked, pretending to be some cool truck driver.

"How many times have I told you to not say over?" I asked him.

"It just feels right for our current situation," Philip told me.

"Please don't say it again," I said to him.

"Alright mom, anything you say," Philip said, sounding a little sad.

"Can I buy something from the concession stand?" Poofy asked, crawling from out of my backpack.

"Sure, as long as it isn't anything that has caffeine," I explained to him.

"You fatass, you know my diet contains the four food groups," he said.

"Exactly what are the four food groups Poofy?" I asked.

"Caffeine, apple juice, snortable candy, and lots of drugs," Poofy said. He was practically drooling over the thought of having all those things at once. I rolled my eyes and shoved him back into the backpack. I moved to the right and made my way towards the basketball court. As soon as I stepped into the arena, I saw just how many people had shown up.

"This is a lot of people," I said out loud. It looked like everyone was ready to watch the game. Little did they know that tonight's game was going to be murder.

"Hey Wesley, can I watch the game while you and your lame counterpart go save some worthless asshole?" Poofy asked, crawling out of the backpack once more.

"Poofy, I don't want you to jeopardize our mission. Besides, the guy is not a worthless asshole. He's worth a grand total of six thousand dollars, tax free," I told Poofy. His eyes shot up like light bulbs.

"Why didn't you say so? Move your fatass and let's save him. Why can't you be heroic like me?" Poofy asked as he smacked my face, indicating that I should move faster.

"Please get back into the backpack before I shove you in and zip the bag up so you can't escape," I said to him. He finally got back into the backpack and didn't say anything sarcastic. It was a good thing when Poofy behaved. Anyways, I looked around the stadium for our target. When I didn't see him, I decided to take my seat and watch the game until I spotted our man.

"Philip, I need you to keep an eye out for our friend," I said into my microphone.

"Roger that," he replied. Still watching for our guy, I took my seat in between two overhyped sports fans. I may be a semi-intelligent person, but I have no clue which basketball teams were playing. All I know is that the guys beside me were nerds that loved the sport.

"Athletes today are okay, but they don't hold a candle to Michael Jordan," the guy on my left said.

"You are so stupid. LeBron James could kick Jordan's ass any day," the guy to my right said.