Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Series Rewrite)

Summary: For eight hundred years, Norrisville High has been protected by a Ninja. Nobody knows that every four years a new warrior has been chosen to fight the forces of evil. I was chosen to protect my school. I am the Ninja. I am Randy Cunningham. In this on-going story, the series you love will be rewritten and redone into something more. With subtle dark and mature themes, character-development, and plots that will satisfy teens and kids, this take of "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja" will not disappoint. Read and enjoy.

Author's Note:

I, Dork Asian, has recently went through a writer's block for my story"The Story of the Warrior in White: The Rise of Evil" and is struggling to retain my muse. Recently, after waiting for the season two premiere, my friend (who will not be named) said that she was absolutely disappointed at the recent episodes. So, I went on the RC9GN wiki and searched for the recent episode. (I no longer have Disney XD and now I have to look for links to watch episodes.) The recent episodes were "Flume-Igation" and "On the Poolfront". Though the episode was good, the writing (in my opinion) was poor. I mean, seriously?

So, I had an inspiration breakthrough. Throughout the series, there were awesome episodes (like "Last Stall on the Left") and there were not-so awesome episodes. I told this to my best friend and she said, "If you think you can do better than the writers of this epic show, then why don't you do it then?" So, I took the dare!

I present to you the "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja" series rewrite! Here, I will rewrite some episodes, redo episodes that were terrible, and make it so it will satisfy teens and kids. This story will have rewritten and redo's of Season One and my version of Season Two. I will also put some of my head cannon stuff in here too, along with some of my OC's!

Though, I don't own everything. "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja" belongs to its writers, Jed Elinoff & Scott Thomas and Disney XD. I only own head-cannons, OC's, new plots, and my version of Season Two.

Fan-fiction writers, readers, people who go on the RC9GN wiki, and everyone else, enjoy! (And don't forget to review!)

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Episode One (Series Preview): Last Stall on the Left

Episode One [Series Preview (My Version)]: You Are Chosen

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"Come on Cunningham," whined a ginger-haired boy. "We have to find a way to see the Ninja!"

"And how do you supposed we do that, Howard?" asked a purple-haired teen.

"I don't know," said Howard. "You're the one who always comes up with the ideas."

"How are we best friends again?" asked Randy, shaking his head.

"Beats me," shrugged the smaller teen.

The two teenagers laughed as they walked through the halls of Norrisville High. Norrisville High, not only the best school in Norrisville, but also was protected by the Ninja, a man who has been around for eight hundred years. As the years went on, the Ninja was beloved by all who lived in Norrisville and admired by many. For Randy Cunningham and Howard Weinerman, the Ninja was the best guy in the world and no one could replace him. In fact, when they were little, they made a pact. The pact states that when they reach high school, they would find a way to meet the mysterious and elusive warrior by the end of the first week.

But, the two have been at this school for two days, and the Ninja hasn't made an appearance once. So, the two teens spent every moment planning a way to meet their hero.

"Why can't he just do a meet-n-greet?" whined Howard.

"Because he's too busy with protecting us from things that can end our lives forever," Randy said.

The two walked into their English class, taking their seats in nearest to the window. Around them, students were talking to one another or walking around. Howard winked at some girls, who just scoffed and looked away. Randy snorted.

"Dude," chuckled Randy, "I thought our top priority was to meet the Ninja, not hooking up with girls."

"Cunningham, this is high school," Howard said, spreading his arms. "No longer are we in middle school, a jailhouse for young preteens. We are in high school, a place where us mature teens—"

"You're never mature," laughed Randy.

"—can be popular, get hot girlfriends, and make our mark that will be forever remembered!"

Randy just shook his head and looked out the window. It was autumn in Norrisville, and everything was just right. During the day was warm with a cool, crisp breeze. The trees' green leaves turned bright red, fiery orange and light brown. Teens and children would be at school, while adults and parents would be busy at work or relaxing at home. Home…

"Cunningham? Cunningham, are you listening to me?"

Randy turned his head over to Howard, who was staring at him.

"What?"

"I asked what you are going to do after school," Howard said irritably.

"Uh…can't. Mom has this…interview for a job and she says I can't have anyone over."

"Again?" groaned Howard. "That's what you said when I asked you yesterday. How many job interviews does your mom have?"

Randy just shrugged.

…

Randy and Howard were walking through the halls, heading off to third period. The two were still trying to come up with ways to meet the Ninja. There were many things they came up with that were horrible and others that were just plain ridiculous.

There was the idea that one of them would dress up as a monster to gain the Ninja's attention. ('Seriously, Howard? No one is that stupid.) Then, there was the one that one of them would try to kidnap the Ninja after he defeats a monster. ('Wow Cunningham. And I thought I was the stupid one.') And then…well you get the idea.

"What are we going to do, Cunningham?!" whined Howard.

"Maybe it's for the best," Randy said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Howard shot him a look.

"What the heck? We're the Ninja's biggest fans! Why aren't you freaking out about this?"

"Well I—"

Suddenly, a monster burst out of a wall. It was a half robot, half wolf monster. Its right eye was yellowish amber while its right eye was more robotic and the color green. Its front legs were normal while its hind legs were metallic. All in all, it looked deadly and not-so friendly. With one growl, it sent students running and screaming in fear and terror. Unfortunately, the robo-wolf had its eyes set on Randy and Howard. The two teens backed up until they hit a wall.

"Cunningham," said Howard.

"Yeah, Howard?" asked Randy.

"Have we ever watched a movie were the hero was about to be killed by a robotic wolf?"

"No, I believe we have not."

"We're screwed, aren't we?"

"Yes, yes we are."

The robo-wolf moved closer, growling maliciously. Sweat rolled down Randy's face as the wolf got closer.

"Howard, I think this is the end."

"But we haven't finished our bucket list yet! I haven't told Heidi how much I hate her!"

"We had a good run. I just thought we would get past twelfth grade."

"Me too, buddy. Me too."

As the wolf got closer, Randy suddenly had an idea. Randy looked to his side and found a mop lying on the ground. The janitor must have left it behind when he ran in panic. Randy bent down and picked it up.

"Howard, on the count of three, you need to run."

"Wait, what?"

Randy slowly raised the mop, and Howard got the plan.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.

"Nope," replied Randy. "I'm just gonna wing and see if it works."

"Good enough for me."

They both nodded to each other, and the plan was set in motion.

"One…"

The wolf gave a devilish smirk as it walked closer. Howard was getting ready to run.

"Two…"

The wolf stopped. It narrowed its eyes, and leaped up.

"THREE!"

Randy swung the mop, and it hit the wolf right in the face. The wolf was thrown back, and landed right into the lockers. Howard made a mad dash towards the exit, with Randy following suit.

"Dude, I can't believe that work!" Howard called over his shoulder.

"I know!" exclaimed Randy. "I thought we were gonna die!"

Suddenly, Randy was thrown to the ground. He yelped, finding himself pinned to the ground. The robo-wolf pinned him, growling right in his face. Saliva-like oil dripped from its muzzle, landing on Randy's face and shirt.

"CUNNINGHAM!"

Randy looked over to Howard, who was half-way towards the exit. Randy knew what he had to do, and he was probably going to die for it.

"Howard, go without me!"

"I'm not leaving you behind, Randy!" Howard protested.

"Just go!" Randy urged. "I'll be fine."

"That's a lie!"

"JUST GO!"

Howard hesitated. It was either go and leave his best friend behind, or stay behind and die with him. Dying was better than just leaving. The pudgy teen stood his ground, and stared right into the slimmer teen's eyes.

"You can do it Cunningham!"

Randy chuckled. His best friend was always the stubborn one, and he was glad for that. With newfound courage, he looked up at the wolf and narrowed his eyes.

"Get off me, robo mutt!"

Recklessly, Randy threw a punch right at the wolf's face, knocking the wolf back just enough so Randy could rise up. The purple-haired teen winced, clutching his fist close to his chest. Metal hurts, especially if you purposely hit it with all your strength. His knuckles bled, and his wrist ached. Probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he had no other choice.

The wolf shook itself, getting its balance back. It wasn't down for the count, but it was still weakened. Randy had to act fast, or else he and Howard were screwed for good. Suddenly, he got an idea. It was a stupid idea, but it was better than no idea at all.

"Come and get me, sparky!"

With that, Randy made a mad sprint towards the gym. Preferably, towards the boys' shower-room.

…

Randy's sneakers squeaked against the tiles of the shower-room. It was empty, probably due to everyone evacuated the building. But, the showers weren't off. Probably during the panic, the students forgot to turn off the water while hurrying to get dress.

Hot water streamed out of the shower-heads, causing steam to pool out through the shower-room. It looked as if he was alone, but somewhere through the fog the robo-wolf was waiting. He had to short circuit the wolf, and he had to do it now.

The purple-haired teen stood in front of the open shower-stall, water rushing behind him. Randy just stood there, waiting patiently. As if on cue, a growl echoed throughout the room. The wolf emerged, its eyes locked on Randy.

"You want me?" asked Randy. "Then come and get me!"

Randy made the universal 'come at me' sign. Taking the taunt, the wolf sprinted towards the tall teen. Randy got ready. As soon as the wolf got closer, Randy jumped at the last second. The wolf went into the stall, right into the water. Once the water hit the robotic wolf, it malfunctioned. In a matter of seconds, the wolf was down for the count.

Randy just stayed on the ground, staring at nothing at particular. Howard had came in, and started going on and on about how brave and bruce he was. Randy did reply, nor acknowledge his best friend's presence.

No, he was too busy staring at the red-haired man in a fedora that watched him the whole time.

….

Randy sat on the couch, listening to his father freaking out while his mom bandaged his hand.

"Do you know how much we were worrying, Randall?" asked Mr. Cunningham. "I was about to have a heart attack when Principal Slimovitz said you and Howard didn't make it out! Now I hear you single-handedly took on a robotic wolf and only got a sprained wrist and bleeding knuckles?"

"Dad," whined Randy. "I'm alright. At least I saved Howard."

"You could have been killed!"

"But I'm fine! A bit bruised up, but I'm fine!"

"Randy," said Mrs. Cunningham. "No more recklessness, alright? Now, go to your room to do your homework."

"Does that mean I'm grounded?"

"No."

"Yes."

Mrs. Cunningham glared at Mr. Cunningham.

"Richard," sighed Mrs. Cunningham. "Just let it go."

"But Akemi," protested Mr. Cunningham.

Randy chuckled as his parents playfully argued with each other. He quietly snuck upstairs while his parents argued whether or not Randy should be grounded.

Once his room, Randy was about to go to bed when his eyes landed on the table in the middle of his room. Resting on said table was an antique box. Randy shut the door behind him, walked over to the table, and kneeled in front of it.

The box was black as ebony and had strange red markings. In the middle was a golden symbol shaped like a nine. Underneath the lid, something glowed red. Randy opened the lid, and was met with red light.

"The Ninjanomicon," he whispered automatically.

He pulled out a black book with the same red markings as the box. In the middle of the book was a jade-green ninja-head symbol. Randy was going to toss it aside, but he placed it next to the box. Under the book was a yellow slip of paper that was scribbled on.

"You are the Ninja."

"Oh my SWEET!" he cheered quietly.

He instantly pulled out a black mask with red markings. The fabric felt silky, but felt more like a mask. But, there was one more item in the box. It was another note, with another message.

"You cannot tell anyone."

Randy frowned. He couldn't tell anyone, not even his best friend or parents.

"I'm the Ninja?"

He thought for a couple of seconds.

"Randy Cunningham: ninth grade Ninja. Ha! I like the sound of that."