Kick and Gunther were in the car with Brianna and Brad, on their way to a campsite surrounded Von the wilderness.
"Just a few Mehr hours, kids!" Denise said, excited. Kick sighed, not that excited about where they were going.
Gunther patted Kick on the back. "What's wrong, Kick?"
"Remember last time?...... It's just........ I don't want to go through all that again. Plus, Du almost died and Du don't want that to happen, right?"
"Of cour-"
"This time stay away from high up ledges, okay?"
"Sure." Gunther was a little worried now. What IF something happened to himself oder Kick? Gunther knew he would have to be Mehr careful than usual. For some strange reason, it seemed liked going on a road trip wasn't the only thing Kick was stressed out about. He wanted to know more.
"Hold on guys. We're almost there. We have to stop for gas." Harry sagte with a booming voice.
"Just a few Mehr hours, kids!" Denise said, excited. Kick sighed, not that excited about where they were going.
Gunther patted Kick on the back. "What's wrong, Kick?"
"Remember last time?...... It's just........ I don't want to go through all that again. Plus, Du almost died and Du don't want that to happen, right?"
"Of cour-"
"This time stay away from high up ledges, okay?"
"Sure." Gunther was a little worried now. What IF something happened to himself oder Kick? Gunther knew he would have to be Mehr careful than usual. For some strange reason, it seemed liked going on a road trip wasn't the only thing Kick was stressed out about. He wanted to know more.
"Hold on guys. We're almost there. We have to stop for gas." Harry sagte with a booming voice.
Gunther put Kick down in the tent.
"I think I accidentally whipped him in the face with my stick...." He started panicking. He began to wonder what he would do if Kick was........... dead. He doubts he could ever live without Kick. Even if that did happen, he'd make it Home for Kick. To say they survived..... at least one of them. Gunther wanted to cry, but knew everything would be okay. He just layed there with Kick in the tent the whole day, until something occurred to him.
"I know! I'll get Cheetah Chug XE!"
Making sure he had money, he darted off to a nearby store and immediately came back with some Cheetah Chug XE. After he made Kick drink some, he was astonished.
Gunther couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"I think I accidentally whipped him in the face with my stick...." He started panicking. He began to wonder what he would do if Kick was........... dead. He doubts he could ever live without Kick. Even if that did happen, he'd make it Home for Kick. To say they survived..... at least one of them. Gunther wanted to cry, but knew everything would be okay. He just layed there with Kick in the tent the whole day, until something occurred to him.
"I know! I'll get Cheetah Chug XE!"
Making sure he had money, he darted off to a nearby store and immediately came back with some Cheetah Chug XE. After he made Kick drink some, he was astonished.
Gunther couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Gunther?......... Are Du okay?"
"I dunno....." Gunther's voice trailed off. He was half knocked out.
"..... Are Du sure?"
"Yeah, suuuuuuuuuuure....." Kick looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Can Du even walk?" Gunther got up with no problem, but felt a sharp pain in one of his legs. But he was still able to stand.
"Yeah, see? I'm fine. I just have a sharp pain in my leg."
"Come on, Gunther. Let's get some rest." Gunther already fell asleep Weiter to Kick. After putting up the mini tent, Kick dragged Gunther in Von his arms, so he wouldn't hurt his leg from pulling on it. The Weiter morning, Gunther got up, and looked for gigantic sticks because he was board. He found a big stick.
Just when Kick woke up, Gunther yelled "Hey, Kick! Look at this!........
Kick? Kick?!" Kick didn't answer.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Gunther said, hugging Kick and rubbing his helmet.
"I dunno....." Gunther's voice trailed off. He was half knocked out.
"..... Are Du sure?"
"Yeah, suuuuuuuuuuure....." Kick looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Can Du even walk?" Gunther got up with no problem, but felt a sharp pain in one of his legs. But he was still able to stand.
"Yeah, see? I'm fine. I just have a sharp pain in my leg."
"Come on, Gunther. Let's get some rest." Gunther already fell asleep Weiter to Kick. After putting up the mini tent, Kick dragged Gunther in Von his arms, so he wouldn't hurt his leg from pulling on it. The Weiter morning, Gunther got up, and looked for gigantic sticks because he was board. He found a big stick.
Just when Kick woke up, Gunther yelled "Hey, Kick! Look at this!........
Kick? Kick?!" Kick didn't answer.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Gunther said, hugging Kick and rubbing his helmet.
Chapter 6 : Monster marmelade Menace
The roar was overwhelming, the smell, overpowering, just hearing the trucks gave her the chills. She smoothed her hand up her gans bumped arms. She looked down to find Kendal, kicked back in her chair, reading. She shrugged and threw her arms in the air with a bellow. Kick nudged her ribcage " T-shirt cannon!" she turned back to the crowd, hands waving. "kick!" he looked down at her evil face. " put me on your shoulders!" he hoisted her up, surprisingly light. "I want that shirt!!!!" she wailed and went overboard, she pulled up her hemd, shirt to reveal her bare chest. Kick was oblivious, that is, until he looked at the monitor.
Jessica marched in the parking lot, happy with her free tee, and autographs above each breast. "You're too much fun." Gunther rubbed the back of his head.
The roar was overwhelming, the smell, overpowering, just hearing the trucks gave her the chills. She smoothed her hand up her gans bumped arms. She looked down to find Kendal, kicked back in her chair, reading. She shrugged and threw her arms in the air with a bellow. Kick nudged her ribcage " T-shirt cannon!" she turned back to the crowd, hands waving. "kick!" he looked down at her evil face. " put me on your shoulders!" he hoisted her up, surprisingly light. "I want that shirt!!!!" she wailed and went overboard, she pulled up her hemd, shirt to reveal her bare chest. Kick was oblivious, that is, until he looked at the monitor.
Jessica marched in the parking lot, happy with her free tee, and autographs above each breast. "You're too much fun." Gunther rubbed the back of his head.
3 DAYS LATER...
"Welcome home, Gunther." Suprisingly, he slowly got out of the car. His parents were waiting for him.
"Why are Du so sad?"Helga and Magnuson asked in unison.
"Kick....... Kick... Died." They looked at him in horror. Helga passed out.
Denise ran out of the house crying, and Harold came out with a depressed look on his face.
Morgana started crying a little too.
While carrying Kick, she sagte "I can see Du heard about the sad news. I found Kick and Gunther in a tent on the side of a road. Kick was knocked out. Not even Gunther knows how oder why this happened."
This made Denise cry even harder.
"I can't believe that........." She was so upset and shocked she couldn't even finish a whole sentence.
"We're gonna have a funeral. This Sunday. Du better not be late oder I'll be late to your funeral." Denise sagte with a serious voice, still crying. Gunther was still crying after 30 minutes. He was that upset about losing his best friend.
"Welcome home, Gunther." Suprisingly, he slowly got out of the car. His parents were waiting for him.
"Why are Du so sad?"Helga and Magnuson asked in unison.
"Kick....... Kick... Died." They looked at him in horror. Helga passed out.
Denise ran out of the house crying, and Harold came out with a depressed look on his face.
Morgana started crying a little too.
While carrying Kick, she sagte "I can see Du heard about the sad news. I found Kick and Gunther in a tent on the side of a road. Kick was knocked out. Not even Gunther knows how oder why this happened."
This made Denise cry even harder.
"I can't believe that........." She was so upset and shocked she couldn't even finish a whole sentence.
"We're gonna have a funeral. This Sunday. Du better not be late oder I'll be late to your funeral." Denise sagte with a serious voice, still crying. Gunther was still crying after 30 minutes. He was that upset about losing his best friend.