Mr. Gregory peered cautiously at the three "SocBusters". He didn't know
whether to trust them or not. Maybe they were Socs themselves, wanting to
get in on the backyard action.
Suddenly the tall athletic one pulled out numchucks and whirled them around his head, and proceeded to run screaming over the fence and into the backyard.
The blonde reckless guy pulled out a bow and notched an arrow to it. He followed the numchuck guy.
The third, and smallest SocBuster pulled out a water gun. He squirted it to make sure it was working, and bounded over the fence as well.
Mr. Gregory listened hopelessly and he heard some yells from his back patio. "I hope those SocBusters know what they're doin'," he said to himself.
You know that sound you hear when Jackie Chan punches the air in a movie? That's what Mr. Gregory heard next. A whirling sound and swishes of air.
"Probably that numchuck guy."
Out of nowhere, a Soc came flying over the steel fence and landed in Mr. Gregory's front yard. He must have been flying about twenty feet in the air. Mr. Gregory noticed some numchucks were wrapped around his foot.
A second Soc came flying over the fence and landed almost on top of the first. This one had an arrow stuck to his arm. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. They weren't REAL arrows, not DANGEROUS ones, just those ones with the plastic suction cups on the front.
And then the third, who must have been going seventy mph over the fence, landed rather hardly on the grass, just beside the second and first Socs. HE was wet from water.
Mr. Gregory chuckled to himself, and said "Those SocBusters sure did a good job."
Well you've probably already guessed the SocBusters were Steve, Dally and a shrunken Two-Bit with brown hair.
JUST KIDDING yes they are the Curtises. Anyways, Darry and Soda were the first to leap back over the fence and stride coolly over to Mr. Gregory. Ponyboy tried to jump the fence gallantly, but landed on his behind and started crying.
"Remember Mr. Gregory, we're here for you," Darry said with a shrug.
"Who ya gonna call? The SocBusters."
And Darry, Soda, and poor Ponyboy headed down the street, strutting their stuff. Well, Pony was limping his stuff. Mr. Gregory looked after them with a proud grin.
"Oh, those Greasers."
OH! I forgot about the Socs. They went home too. The End.
P.S. No sick lobsters were hurt in the making of this fanfiction. There weren't any sick lobsters in this story anyways. Wish there were, though... oh well.
P.P.S Thanks to the Elves (esp. Legolas with his bow and arrow) for the inspiration of the weapons. Elves do not carry numchucks, I thought of that myself. See Lord of the Rings for more details on Legolas, the star.
Suddenly the tall athletic one pulled out numchucks and whirled them around his head, and proceeded to run screaming over the fence and into the backyard.
The blonde reckless guy pulled out a bow and notched an arrow to it. He followed the numchuck guy.
The third, and smallest SocBuster pulled out a water gun. He squirted it to make sure it was working, and bounded over the fence as well.
Mr. Gregory listened hopelessly and he heard some yells from his back patio. "I hope those SocBusters know what they're doin'," he said to himself.
You know that sound you hear when Jackie Chan punches the air in a movie? That's what Mr. Gregory heard next. A whirling sound and swishes of air.
"Probably that numchuck guy."
Out of nowhere, a Soc came flying over the steel fence and landed in Mr. Gregory's front yard. He must have been flying about twenty feet in the air. Mr. Gregory noticed some numchucks were wrapped around his foot.
A second Soc came flying over the fence and landed almost on top of the first. This one had an arrow stuck to his arm. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. They weren't REAL arrows, not DANGEROUS ones, just those ones with the plastic suction cups on the front.
And then the third, who must have been going seventy mph over the fence, landed rather hardly on the grass, just beside the second and first Socs. HE was wet from water.
Mr. Gregory chuckled to himself, and said "Those SocBusters sure did a good job."
Well you've probably already guessed the SocBusters were Steve, Dally and a shrunken Two-Bit with brown hair.
JUST KIDDING yes they are the Curtises. Anyways, Darry and Soda were the first to leap back over the fence and stride coolly over to Mr. Gregory. Ponyboy tried to jump the fence gallantly, but landed on his behind and started crying.
"Remember Mr. Gregory, we're here for you," Darry said with a shrug.
"Who ya gonna call? The SocBusters."
And Darry, Soda, and poor Ponyboy headed down the street, strutting their stuff. Well, Pony was limping his stuff. Mr. Gregory looked after them with a proud grin.
"Oh, those Greasers."
OH! I forgot about the Socs. They went home too. The End.
P.S. No sick lobsters were hurt in the making of this fanfiction. There weren't any sick lobsters in this story anyways. Wish there were, though... oh well.
P.P.S Thanks to the Elves (esp. Legolas with his bow and arrow) for the inspiration of the weapons. Elves do not carry numchucks, I thought of that myself. See Lord of the Rings for more details on Legolas, the star.