Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 2: The team.

•BRAD•

"145, 146, 146, 147 –"

"You counted 146 twice." I said pushing myself up from the floor and staying there. I watched the drop of sweat as it fell on the floor. The others got up too, from their positions.

He laughed, "Well, you haven't noticed all the other numbers I've counted twice." He got up and ripped off his sweat band.

"Not funny, Alex." I said, getting up and glancing down at my watch. No, not the evil Alex, the one who is a good friend of Chad. And he's a professional boxer.

7:30.

"We just have two more hours, everyone." I state, going over to the boxing ring.

"Can we take a break for half an hour? We'd be more efficient that way." Ron asked, picking up his shirt from the floor. In these few months, we managed to get three more people to help us.

"Yeah." I said, doing the same.

"I'm watching tv." Max called went to the bean bag in front of the television. We rented a private gym for a year so we could train in peace. Somehow, we got a television here.

"As long as it's not Barbie and the princess factory, I'm watching." Chad mumbled, plopping down next to the bean bag. I kicked his leg, silently telling him to shut up as I sat down next to him, closing my eyes for a moment.

Max switched on Cartoon Network and let the random show play on mute. We weren't really focused on the show because, after the warm up, we couldn't focus on anything.

The screen showed some yellow duck and in a cage and a black cat trying to slap it. I didn't register anything that happened after that, I just stared at the screen thinking about a good plan.

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"Time out!" Chad called, getting into the ring and pulling Alex and I apart. We've been fighting for one hour straight and yet there was no winner. I'll admit, I was more injured than he was but I didn't give up.

I wiped some blood of the corner of my mouth and said, "But there is no time limit, remember?"

"Yeah, but I'm bored of punching those bags." He whined, pointing to the number of sand bags lying on the floor.

I turned to Alex, "So, let's call it a draw?" I asked, holding out my hand for him to shake.

He grunted and slapped it, "Next time, you won't be alive for this long."

I would have insulted him, but I liked my flesh and skin very much.

I got off the ring and walked to the fridge to get something to drink.

"We just have half an hour more. Speed up." I said, clapping my hands to get their attention.

"How many bags?" Chad asked Max.

"Five. And you?"

"Six." He smirked as his sixth sand bag broke, oozing out the sand. He started walking away from that place before giving a glance at his bags.

Before we knew it, half an hour passed and we all went to change our clothes.

"Are you done changing yet?" Chad asked, standing outside.

I roughly shoved on my shirt and got out.

"Why don't you slip into something more comfortable – like a coma?" Chad said.

"Why don't you change into something better? Like an animal." I retorted.

Oh damn, Brad.

"That would be terrible with two Brad's running around."

Really? Just when I thought I had a good insult?

I looked down at my amazing shoes and walked on, with him following me. My laces were not tied and I didn't bother tying them so I just flapped them around every time I took a step.

So mature, Brad. Playing with your shoelaces.

We walked in silence for fifteen minutes without insulting each other. Chad had his hands in his pockets and I was holding my bag and kicking random rocks on the sidewalk.

"If you eat as much as you talk, you would be dead." He said, breaking the silence.

"And if you run as much as you talk, you would be in good shape."

"I don't need to do that. Just your disgusting presence makes me lose calories." As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.

I rolled my eyes.

"See that? Even my stomach agrees. And how many times do I have to tell you that you would never find your brain – no matter how far you roll your eyes."

This is going to be a long night. A really long night.

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Aaand once again, I suck at making a cast list soooo HELP.

(My previous characters will stay the same)

Max:

Alex (good one):

Chris (Chad and Brad's brother. He's 4 years old)

THANKS FOR WAITINGGG.

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Date: 20/4/2016
Time: 8:30 am.