THE ADVENTURES OF DUCKMAN

Chapter 4: Another Warrior's Sacrifice for The Awesomely Cool Battle of Doom

The Mayors landed onto the roof with a soft thud. Kelly rushed to a corner immediately and switched his pants for imaginary ones as he had wet the real ones. He then rushed back before the Mayors noticed that his presence was missing. "Let's split up! We can find her quicker that way!" Bob suggested. The Mayors agreed and they put their hands together to do a quick hip-hip-hurrah. As the Mayors rushed off in different directions, Bob took out his phone. It would be wiser to call for extra help, he thought as he dialed.

At this very moment, the girl was running from place to place. "There she is!" a therapist yelled as he pointed at her. He then adjusted his awesome tinfoil helmet and gave chase. "Oh golly!" the girl cried in a terrible British accent as she made a mad dash for the escalators. "You won't get away that easily!" the therapist yelled as he followed her. The girl clambered up the escalators as the therapist attempted to catch her. Unfortunately, the therapist had forgotten to tie his shoelaces and it got stuck at the top of the escalator.

"No!" the therapist cried as he slipped and fell onto the ground. As the escalator pulled on his shoelace, he swung his arms wildly, tears welling up in his eyes. The girl turned around. "Please...help..." the therapist croaked, reaching out his right arm as a single teardrop fell from his eye. The escalator dragged him backwards as his life flashed before his very eyes.

The girl ran over without hesitation, dropping her newspapers. She grabbed the therapist's foot. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the therapist cried, seriously frightened. The girl said nothing and simply pulled off the therapist's shoe as dramatic music played in the background. All of a sudden, he was no longer being dragged back. There was a period of awkward silence. "Oh." The therapist said.

Suddenly, there came a loud voice, "I found you!" The girl and the therapist turned to the direction of the noise. Behind them stood Kelly. "Surrender...or dwindle!" he boomed. The therapist and the girl stared at him blankly. Kelly scratched his head in confusion as he decided to take out his phone to double-check. Sudden realization hit him as he blushed profusely. "Oops. I meant die. Yes... Surrender or die!" he boomed loudly once again as he stuffed the phone into the imaginary pocket of his imaginary pants. The phone fell onto the ground and Kelly shrieked in terror. He bent to pick up his phone and realized it had several cracks on it. "YOU SHALL PAY. FOR THE REPAIRS!" Kelly yelled, his eyes burning with fury.

"I shall not surrender. Nor shall I dwindle, die or pay for any repairs!" The girl retorted rather stubbornly as she crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue rather ungraciously at Kelly. "How uncultured!" Kelly spat as he backed away. "But you're not wearing any pants!" the therapist pointed out. Kelly blushed even more furiously as he yelled back, "Yes I am! Those are imaginary pants!" The therapist was stunned and adjusted his tinfoil helmet to clarify his thoughts.

"And as for you...!" Kelly shouted, and pointed at the girl as he whipped out a rubber band from his shirt pocket. "You wouldn't!" the therapist cried as he took a step back. The girl started to look terrified as well as she also took a step back, fear slowly creeping into her heart. "Watch me!" Kelly yelled as he pulled the rubber band back. The therapist held onto his tinfoil helmet tighter as he took one more step back. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that there was an escalator behind him and he almost got stuck again. How embarrassing, the therapist thought to himself.

"Pew." Kelly said. The rubber band shot out from his hand as it flew towards the girl. It flew through the air, like a falcon soaring through the bright blue sky. The girl closed her eyes as she braced herself for the worst. SNAP! The girl winced. Moments passed. The girl did not feel the impact from the rubber band. She opened her eyes in confusion. At her feet lay the therapist. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw the therapist clutching his chest painfully, a rubber band right next to him.

"Why...?" Kelly whispered. "She saved my life... It was only right for me to return the favor..." The therapist replied with a slight French accent. The girl stared at the scene before her, decided it was way too boring and started to read her newspapers cross-legged on the floor.

The therapist groaned in pain as he crawled forward. Kelly stared at him, his mouth wide agape. He did not react as the brave man inched forward, one millimeter at a time. Finally, the therapist reached Kelly's feet. It had taken him fifteen long minutes. Dramatic music played again in the background. Kelly glanced down at the therapist. The therapist huffed as he gripped his chest even more tightly. He looked at Kelly right in the eye as they made very awkward eye contact with each other. "Gotcha." The therapist whispered. Kelly glanced at his feet and realized that both his shoelaces had been untied in that instant. And so, the therapist closed both his eyes, unconscious from all the action, and fell into a deep slumber.

Kelly stared in awe. The therapist had untied both his shoelaces in less than a second! That was truly impressive. He has gained my respect, Kelly thought to himself. He shed a tear for the therapist's pure awesomeness and took out his imaginary teacup which already had imaginary tea pre-made in it. Kelly poured his imaginary tea onto the sleeping therapist's tinfoil helmet. Friend or foe, that was truly an act worthy of the highest form of commendation.