Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 8: The King Is Never Late.

Disclaimer: This piece of "writing" was written when I was really really sick. Therefore, i'd like you to be good little cupcakes and point out my mistakes. Thaaaanxx!

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[AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMG GGUYS SHAKESPEARE'S QUOTE ABOVE OR ON THE SIDE. MMMMM SASS GOD SHAKEY IZ HEREEE!!! Omg.]

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•CHAD•

"Alright, so to sum things up – Brad, Ron and I will be saving mom. Ron will get the truck ready to drive her back here. Max, you will call the enemies to some unknown place. It's up to you how you do that – make some story about a deal and Alex –"

"Alex smash." He said, cutting me off and making us all laugh.

"All cool?" I asked, folding the papers back.

I heard murmurs of agreement so I grinned. Turning around, I faced Brad.

"Keep the blue print with you. We also need to plan out where to search." I said, giving him the blue print.

"Yeah, in lunch?"

"Okay." I said, walking out of the gym.

"Thanks a lot, man." He smiled and looked down at the paper.

"Anything for my second favourite brother." I said, bumping my shoulder into his, playfully.

"You only have two brothers." He said, pushing me back.

I kicked his leg and said, "That's the point."

We walked in silence for some time until I found a sudden urge to insult him.

Billy: You always have an urge to insult him.

I don't really need to.

"Zombies eat brains. You're safe, don't worry."

No reaction.

Billy: Probably because his peanut brain just got roasted.

Probably.

"Cat got your tongue, smurfette?" I nudged him.

No reaction.

"Are you dead?" I asked, excitedly.

"I got it!" He said suddenly.

I raised an eyebrow, "You finally understood why you're so stupid?"

"No – I mean I'm not stupid! I've got a plan to search their house."

"Lunch, Brad. Stop stressing yourself over it."

"I'm not stressing myself over it!" He yelled.

I gave him the 'I totally believe you' look, sarcastically nodding my head.

"Lunch. In the library. I'll call Ron too." I said, cutting him off as we reached school. We started walking away from each other – as if on cue.

I wouldn't want my reputation to fall to that of his IQ, would I?

I waited around for Ron to show up. That idiot is probably still hanging out with Max and eating ice cream or something.