Author's Note:

Hey, guys! Before we get started, I'd like to apologize to everyone for not uploading these past three Fridays. I needed to take a break. I'm gonna try to upload this when I can, but just know it won't be every Friday. Well, let's see what we have today!

Crisper: (converts and uploads)

mEEplePeoPLe writes:

Otto, Rewben, and Tim decide to have a car wash. Crisper comes by and gets their pickup truck cleaned. Unfortunately, Otto didn't think that Crisper's truck was shiny enough, so after washing it, gets some steel wool and accidentally rubs all the paint off. Understandably, Crisper is VERY mad and sues Otto (and Rewben and Tim because they were helping with the car wash). They all go to court. Gabriel is the judge, and Nell and LonelyWhistler are the lawyers.

Well, hit it, Crisper!

Crisper: What? No. Not my pickup truck! MY BABY!

Me: (hits it)

It had been about two weeks since Nohr and Maya's deli soared skyblock-high in business. Each day, money would roll through the door on a golden carriage. Literally. The girls were rich enough to have their paychecks and revenue delivered to their door on a golden carriage. Pushed by an angel! A hot, blonde angel! It was an understatement to say the entire house got jealous (especially Petra). But only a few decided to do anything about it other than cry all day. And that few were Otto, Rewben and Tim.

The three of them sat in the basement that day, brainstorming away.

"So… like, how're we s'posed to, like… get rich?" Rewben asked. Tim looked down to his feet, thinking along with Otto who stood nearby.

"Why don't we open a dog-walking business? We could use the exercise." Otto suggested.

Tim rolled up his sleeves and flexed his muscles. "Speak for yourself." He said jokingly.

"You are a figment of Hadrian's imagination."

"What?"

"Nothing." Tim eyed Otto, the older man looking away with a smirk. Pushing his random outburst out of his mind, Tim went back to brainstorming. A few moments passed before Rewben gazed up, a euphoric grin on his face.

"How about… a car wash?" Tim and Otto exchanged glances. Tim shrugged.

"Not a bad idea."

"I like cars." Otto said. A rustle from behind brought their attention to the washing machine where Soren popped up.

"I like TRAINS!" And so, a Japanese bullet-train, conducted by none other than LonelyWhistler, ripped through the basement, killing everyone.

Ten minutes and some respawns later….

Outside in the city, the hot sun scorched the gravel roads. Tim and Rewben lugged huge buckets of water and sponges across the road as Otto colored a huge sign. The two boys stopped to see what the older man was doing.

"What do you think?"

Otto's and Tim's and Reuben's Car Wash

"That's not how my name's spelled." Rewben snatched the pen away, scribbling out all of the names in the red ink. He finished it off by writing his name at the bottom. "There."

"Aw, you ruined it!" Tim grumbled as a car drove up. They dropped their frowns and rushed up to the shiny, blue pickup truck. The driver-window rolled down to reveal an orange-haired boy with black eyes and a blue and white shirt.

"Uh, hey. Is this a car wash or something?" Crisper asked.

Rewben nodded eagerly. "Like, yeah. This is our car wash." They stared for a moment. Confusion spilled across Crisper's face. Tim stepped between them, holding a dripping sponge.

"We'll clean your car." He explained. A look of shock befell Crisper and he grabbed his wallet.

"Shut up and take my money." He said, putting it into Tim's parted lips. And so, the car-wash began! Tim pulled ten bucks out of Crisper's wallet and gave it back. The men quickly got to work, slapping the car with sudsy sponges and water! Crisper sat in his car with the jazz turned up and the AC on.

The car wash was a success, Tim thought. He was fast and strong, and had his side of the car done within minutes. Rewben tackled his job with his humongous arms, spreading soap and water over the window and then wiping it clean in two swooshes! He smiled. This was perfect. But his happy thoughts were instantly shattered at an unharmonious, near-demonic screeching! His hands flew to his ears and he looked around, trying to find the source. Even Rewben stopped cleaning.

They both looked and saw Otto cleaning Crisper's car. With iron-wool.

"OTTO, THE HECK!" Tim screamed, unused to saying such mean words. Rewben looked at the car and screamed like a girl. The entire car was grey! Blue, shredded metal was scattered around it. Otto looked up, still scrubbing the car. "What… wh-what even—"

"Oh, this?" Otto held up the wool, "I'm cleaning the car a bit more. It's… not shiny enough."

"Dude! Like, you're not even remotely cleaning the car! You're scrubbing it—" Tim jumped clean over the car to clamp a hand over Rewben's mouth, but it was too late. Crisper heard and quickly rolled down his window.

"Scrubbing what?!" He shouted frantically, looking his car over. His mouth rounded in shock and he flew the door open. He bounced out, turning around to gaze at his car. He gasped, falling to his knees. The three of them watched in horror as he raised a quivering hand to the car, mumbling and whimpering. Suddenly, he turned around to face them, a fire in his eyes. "YOU MONSTERS! YOU RUINED MY BABY! NOOOOOOOOO!" He pulled out his phone, dialing the police. "911 PEOPLE! THESE CRAZIES KILLED MY—" He exploded into weeping, falling to his side. Otto looked up and screamed. The entire sky went black with police-choppers, and on the ground, cars and trucks and battle-tanks surrounded the guilty three.

Reuben drove up to them on a full-sized motorcycle, making them wonder how he was reaching the pedals. He ground to a stop, pulling down his shades to glare at them.

"Y'all are under arrest for ruining his baby! What's wrong with you?" He fussed. Twenty-five officers rushed up and arrested the three men, as if they needed all that manpower. But Reuben didn't care. This was law! This was order!

"No! I can't go back to jail!" Tim shouted as he was handcuffed. Otto and Rewben shot him weird looks, but didn't want to ask about Tim's prison life. "I demand my lawyer! I KNOW MY RIGHTS!" He shouted as he was stuffed into the car. Reuben smirked.

This was gonna be good.

Author's Note:

Ta-da! This one's going to be a two-parter. I really want to get into that court-scene, so I'll be using a whole 2K words for that. Well, thanks for watching (reading), and I'll see you soon! Close it, Crisper!

Crisper: (closes it)