SMOSH THROUGH TIME: The Exciting Middle Part (Book Two)

Chapter Eight - The Company

Ian Hecox

We've been following the white sedan for quite a while, he's been driving really and irritably slow, and with all four of us, counting Fabio, being cramped in that tight space, it's pretty much not the most comfortable place in the world, my ass hurts, probably for sitting on it for hours and being squeezed to the door.

"Dude, what's taking him so long?" Anthony groaned.

"He's been driving less than 10 miles an hour." I looked at my dashboard and our speed matched the white car's.

Billy was snoring loudly, his mouth wide open with drool flowing down his chin. He was leaning on the glass window and his hat was out of place.

"How can that boy get some sleep in this tight space?" I asked.

"Beats me." Anthony shrugged.

"Where did you find him?"

"Who? Billy? Long story bro, we met in a toilet"

I jolted, "Whoa-whoa, in a toilet?!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust, "What did you do there?"

"Let me explain, the kid was gonna sit on my face and—"

My eyes grew wider, "He what?! You pedophile!" I jumped upon hearing it.

"WOULD YOU JUST LET ME FINISH?!" He bellowed, making Billy jolt a little.

"Sorry dude, I'm listening." Too many sexual references.

"I was trapped in The Neighbor's basement and I escaped through a tunnel then ended up in an outhouse. I came out of the toilet where Billy was supposed to take a poop, he saw me peeping through the seat then he helped me get out. He said he wanted to tag along." He finished. I thought I'll be reporting Anthony for being a pedophile.

"Ohh, I get it, it sounds kinda fucked up but I get it now." I smirked.

Billy snored again.

"—and let's face it, he'd been a lot of help." My friend continued.

"True." I sighed. The car's turn signal blinked to the right, he's finally stopping.

"Oh look, he's stopping somewhere, at last." Anthony sighed. The car stopped by a huge building with huge glass windows and a big rotating door. We parked a few feet away from the tailed vehicle waiting for the driver to step out. The door of the car opened with the beret-wearing man stepping out and the glass box firmly in his grasp. We observed him as he entered the big glass door, the place looked like it was heavily guarded, with guys in black uniform standing by the entrance looking like a total rip off of Men in Black.

Anthony nudged Billy awake, "Billy! Wake up!" The boy inched his eyes open, looking left then right, till he stared at us, with a look of surprise.

"Was I dreaming with that daring police escape?" He shook his head.

"Nope, I hope it was." I said.

"Oh my God, that wasn't a dream?! I'm actually with Smosh?!" Billy squealed.

"Yeah." Anthony replied.

"Yaaaay! Somebody pinch me!"

"Okay." Anthony grabbed Billy's nipples and twisted them.

"OOOOOOWWWW!" He screamed.

"You awake now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think my left nipple fell off and they're bleeding." Billy rubbed his left boob. I kicked open the car door on my side and Anthony kicked theirs, it was trouble getting out.