Friends, Physics and Fallon

Chapter 30

Broberg crept through the halls of the White House, trying to act like a ninja-spy thing, but he failed.  He tried to do a ninja roll and he ran into a wall.  Ouch.  Broberg cried but then got back up and continued creeping through the halls of the White House, looking for the six yittle friends.  Charlie saw Broberg from across the hall and decided to do something funny.  Broberg was so focused on finding the six friends that he had completely tuned out the outside world.  Charlie crept up to Broberg and tapped him on the shoulder and rolled out of his sight.  Broberg screamed and turned around quickly, accidentally pulling the trigger of the gun he was holding in case he came across anything dangerous.  "Ow!"  Charlie screamed, holding his foot.  Not the one that was already wounded, but the other one.  Blood was pouring out of his foot, and Broberg gasped, crouching down in front of Charlie.  "Quit shooting my feet, or I will stop working for you!"  "Well then quit scaring me!  Cool beans?"  "Sure."  Broberg raised his arm and backhanded Charlie, putting him in even more pain.  "Really..?"  Charlie asked.  "Yes!"  Broberg said, doing that thing with his arms again.  Then Charlie started to feel dizzy from all the blood he was losing, and he passed out.  Broberg picked him up and brought him to the private hospital in the heart of the White House that no one knows about 'cause it's a secret.  The surgeons got the bullet out of Charlie's foot and wrapped it in bandages, just like his other foot.  It looked silly, but Broberg felt bad about hurting Charlie, so he laughed and cried at the same time.  One of the nurses led him to the waiting room and fed him some zucchini to calm him down.  Broberg felt better after a while, so he was going to leave, but he decided to pay Charlie a visit first.  He felt that he should probably apologize for shooting him not once, but twice.  Broberg desperately hoped that Charlie would still work for him, otherwise, he would be on his own.