Khaotic Kids of the Keys [DISCONTINUED]

Black Friday Battle

Fall was ending and giving an opening to winter. The leaves on the trees were falling and browning. It was the season of thanks and the khaotic crew sat around with their legs crossed inside of Bob the Base. They all went around giving thanks.

"I'm thankful for Bob," Asor said. "He is a faithful hideout and has provided safety from the police numerous times."

"Amen. We can't forget about this piece of ham that we have been blessed with," Larry added.

"What ham?" Mya asked.

Larry's brow furrowed. "It was right here a second ago!"

They all moved their gaze towards Aaron. He silently scarfed down the piece of ham. "That was delicious! Maple honey smoked ham-"

"That was our only food, now we're going to starve! You know what I'm thankful for now," Asor said. "Fists to pummel you with!"

As Aaron ran to hide behind Mya, Larry stepped in front of Asor to stop him. "Hey, now is not the time to fight! We have to be ready for the Black Death- I mean Friday."

"He's right, we need to beat you-know-who to those deals," Mya said as she swatted Aaron away.

"Fine, but this isn't over, Aaron," Asor said, as he pierced Aaron's soul with his eyes.

The crew prepared for one of the biggest nights of the year. They sharpened their weapons and practiced their war cries. Then the clock struck at seven o'clock. Thirty minutes before the great stampede.

"Okay, time to go through the check-list! Weapons, check. Boots to trample the weakest of the weak, check. Garbage bags to clear shelves, check. Getaway driver?" Asor said.

"Check!" Mya said, dangling their principal's car keys.

"How'd you get those?" Larry asked.

"I broke into his house, duh," Mya said, nonchalantly.

Larry was in awe because Mya was a professional at breaking and entering. They were getting ready to pounce as soon as the doors were opened.

"In three," Asor began clenching his fists.

"Two..." Larry said.

"One!" Mya and Aaron said at the same time.

The crew threw themselves at the double doors the moment they were opened. Weapons were loaded and they were ready, adrenaline pumping through their systems hard.

Asor came to a stop, the heels of his shoes screeching as they halted. "What's the big idea here?"

"Yeah," Larry said lowering his ax. "This isn't the right place."

Mya stomped over to the sales cashier. "You better tell me where you're hiding those sales or you might be looking at the end of your career!"

The sales cashier simply raised his arms slowly and began to back away into the back room, never breaking eye contact with Mya.

The crew realized that they were in the wrong store at the worst time imaginable. A small refrigerator that held fish bait near the register hummed quietly, Asor kicked it in frustration causing it to stop.

"Which one of you programmed the GPS?" Asor commanded.

No one said anything, all kept their eyes cast at the floor.

"Oh wait, I did," Asor said sheepishly. "Let's move out soldiers!"

The crew stood outside while Asor tried to think about how they ended up at the local bait shop instead of where the hottest deals were being held. Asor looked closer at the GPS and found a very small sticky note.