The teen was snapped out of the confusing moment by a hand hitting his head.
"Uncle!" He yelped in shock, rubbing his sore forehead. "Im your favorite nephew what the H-E-double-hocky-sticks?!"
The professor looked down at his nephew with just a hint of alarm.
"That....wasn't me...." He stated in a confused voice as he pointed toward the sky. As he did so, a cupcake fell on his face. "Hands and cupcakes raining from the sky...what an odd combination..." He mused as he wiped off the former airborne frosting from his face.
"What are we going to do?" The teen wailed "I can't even focus with all these hands and cupcakes hitting me!"
"Well first of all we have to find out what went wrong. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with sending Dane home." The Professor gripped his chin between his forefinger and thumb, in a combination of confusion, wonder, and contemplation as he was bombarded by the ongoing assault of falling hands and cupcakes. He barely even noticed when a zombie hand landed on him and proceeded to dance on his shoulder.
His nephew tried to point this out.
"Uh...unc?"
"Not now, Winole! Do you WANT to constantly be showered by hands and cupcakes whenever you step foot out side?"
The teen took a step back. His uncle never called him by his name unless he really didn't want to be bothered. He was about to flick off the now moon walking hand ,but stopped. His uncle could do that on his own. Plus, knowing him, he would probably find something useful from the now brake dancing (although it looked like a broken hand trying to flip someone off) hand. And so, he shrugged, wrote a quick note explaining he went home, and left focused Professor and the dancing hand
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Fantasy mixed with sy-fi
Adventure(No this is not a part 2 to something, this is part one of my story. Also just saying, its probably gunna be really cliché) the great sorcerer of Niand likes to be called the professor. When him and his nephew send a friend of theirs home-as in here...
