SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Seven - They see me Rollin'

Ian Hecocks

"Okay, Pull!" I bellowed as Link and I pulled back the big porcelain vase while ManSpider and Sgt. Anous held George Washington's hands, pulling away from us attempting to force him out of the narrow-necked opening, but our efforts were proven futile.

"How did you even fit in there?!" I said out of breath, my voice echoing in the car park.

"I have no idea." The president shrugged.

"Why don't we just break it?" Sgt. Anous asked, drawing out his gun and holding the barrel to use the handle as a hammer and Connor prepared his tomahawk.
"No!" Charlie interjected, "—that's one priceless vase, ain't no way I'm gonna let you poofs break it."

"I guess we just have to pull him again." I said. Link and ManSpider groaned in exhaustion.

"I can't feel my legs." George said.

We grabbed on the vase again, "Again, PULL!" We grunted, pulling with all our strength.

"Ow, ow! If you pull even more I could gain a few inches in height." The president whimpered. Link's face turned red with struggle, we were all trying our best. We let go of the vase for a little rest.

I glanced up and saw Anthony, his broken arm resting on a makeshift arm sling, his face looking concerned.
"You need me to help?" Anthony asked.

"You can't pull with a broken arm and look, it's as big as a boxing glove." I pointed to his fat, swollen arm.

"Alright, so keep pulling, bitch!" My friend commanded. What a dick.

The four of us resumed our positions, "On three, two, one... PULL!" We yanked once again, more grunts were let out.

The muscles in my arms twitched, growing weaker by the moment. My palms became sweaty and any second now it's gonna slip off. I guess I spoke too soon as my fingers started sliding from the vase.

"Whoa!" I eventually let go and landed on my back on the asphalt road. The second I slipped off, Link also lost his grip and the uneven pull from the other end sent the vase flying in their direction.

"Oh shit, George!" Link yelled.

I raised my head from lying down and saw George Washington and the vase rolling away from us down the car park's sloped surface.

"MY VASE!" Charlie screamed.

I stood up and ran after it, "Oh shit, oh shit!" I kept on running. The president and the vase kept rolling like a log.

Connor joined me in running, "Damn, he rolls fast!" he said that even his assassin skills were no match for the tumbling vase.

"I think I'm gonna puke!" The rolling man gagged. He rolled even faster away from us and we sprinted like crazy, dashing after him as fast as we could. "Whoa, whoa, HURRGGHLLLL!" Mr. Washington finally unleashed more of his lunch, sprouting like a sprinkler and leaving a trail of brownish green vomit.

"Damn, that's nasty!" I exclaimed, avoiding the trail of lost lunch and its smelly odor.

"How big is this damn car park?!" Connor ranted. I began feeling the need to catch my breath as beads of sweat began to trickle down my face, chest and back creating stain marks on my shirt.

I still wasn't able catch up with the tumbling man. I was fast, but he was faster... Or I need to bump up my cardio workout.

The vase and the man were close to the end of the floor where a solid concrete wall awaits. "I'm almost there!" I lied and stopped running, panting heavily, just waiting for it to hit the wall.