The Tales Of The Troublesome Three

Bella the Alcoholic Druid

They walk out of the cave with dissapointment. Tom holds out the potato and examines it while mumbling something.

"I don't get it!" Tom holds his head in frustration. "The potato cannon usually works." Alaya sighs.

"Look, mate, this potato," Hugo points at the potato in tom's hands. "IS NO MATCH FOR A DAMN BOULDER HALF THE SIZE OF A DRAGON."

Tom looks at Hugo in disgust. "I'll prove you wrong." Hugo crosses his arms. "Try."

"Alright, alright. That's enough. Hugo. Tom. Let's take a short break, okay?" Alaya says, tired of the boys' argument.

Tom looks back at hugo. "Oh it's on."

They eventually found a campsite close to the forest where they were going. Tom hands the group some jerky and potatoes. Tom quickly scarfs down his jerky and pulls out another potato, some beakers, dynamite, gunpowder and a tube.

Alaya looks at Tom weirdly. "What's that for?" She asks afraid of what Tom might do. "To prove Hugo wrong." Tom cracks the dynamite open and pours it in a beaker.

"Okay just don't blow up Hugo." Alaya continues to eat her potato. "What are you making anyway and how?"

Tom's eyes lit up. "If I take this dynamite and add it with liquid metal, it will cause a reaction to m-"

"You know, mate, I thought your brain was too small to process science." Hugo cuckled. Tom is pissed. "You know, Hugo, at first I wanted to test this out on that tree." Tom points at a tree at a distance. "But now you made me want to test it out on you instead."

Hugo smirked. "Go on and try. It probably won't work anyway." Tom ignored him and continued to work with half a jerky sticking out of his mouth.

"Hey, Al, do you have anything that can help me melt this?" Hugo pulls out a sack of ball bearings. "Oh. Yeah. Wait just a sec." Alaya searches through her bag and pulls out a small vile. "Don't use to much of it or you'll melt your hand of."

"Don't worry, I won't."

Tom puts the ball bearings into a seperate beaker and slowly opens the vile filled with green liquid. It's so strong it clears the dust particles in the air. Tom carefully pours a drop of the strong liquid in the beaker.

The ball bearings start to sizzle and slowly melt. Hugo gives out a slow clap. "So you can melt metal. Anyone can do that." Hugo fake yawns.

Tom pulls out a sheet of aluminium foil and holds it in his left hand. He picks up the beaker with the melted metal and quickly pours it to the dynamite powder. He cover the beaker before it could explode everywhere. Once it stopped, he made a hole in the potato and inserted the tube. Tom pours the liquid into the potato and lets it sit.

The map then pops out of Hugo's bag. "Oi there. You eatin' them potatoes ain't ya? I rememer when me pa used to help me ma farm e'm. There used to be a metric ton of those in scotland." Tom proceeds to eat his potato faster. "You really enjoy that aye? Anywho, me hungry too. Any one got some ink I could eat?"

Alaya sighs and puts a ink container infront of map. "Don't finnish it. I still have to write to my family."

"Aight, aight. Anyone got a straw?"

Tom tosses him a metal reusable straw. "Save the envioronment. Don't use plastic."

"Never thought you were one to think about the 'nvoironment." Map says sipping his ink. "There. Should be enoigh for you to write a few more letters." Map jumps back in Hugo's bag. "Thanks, mate!"

Tom shrugs and examines the potato. The hole sealed up. Tom smiles. He throws the potato at hugo. "OI WHATS THAT FOR?" The potato barely did anything but piss of Hugo. "HAH IT DID NOTH-" the potato blows up, making Hugo's hair stand up and his face coverd by ashes.