Ayo sup forums. I started writing a random story...it's not bad so you might want to stick around and read it ;D There are probably quite a few errors, but enjoy. The huge Milkshake exploded, spewing milky chunks of Ice everywhere. I immediately regretted accepting the Mysterious job, but it was an indeclinable deal. I scanned the gigantic cargo ship for somewhere I could hide. Something was definently wrong with this ship. It had all gone wrong when I was spotted by a group of clowns, and "accidently" threw one of them off the side of the ship. I turned into a small quiet corner and shimmied to a dark corner, and crouched. I was concealed by boxes, all covered with happy looking cows in a bright sunny pasture. I had found a slip of paper in my Jacket 2 days ago, asking me to do a job. I knew I was probably screwed, but I wasn't doing anything useful anyway. My train of thought was interrupted when I heard the growl of chainsaws grow louder. "I think he went the other way" growled a low gruff voice. It wasn't a pretty voice; the voice that belonged to Axe murderers. I shivered at the thought and sprinted to the nearest stairwell, in hopes of finding my destination. My mind was racing, Where was the bunking quarters? All the slip of paper said, was to go the Happy Dairy Co. Ship and meet someone at the Bunking quarters. Aha! A brightly colored sign (not obvious at all) had "Bunking quarters" written on it in neon yellow font. The sign had a large arrow pointing to the left. A few steps to the left, and I was in front of a Door with a circle steering wheel type door. I took a step into the spotless room, and inspected a few bunks, each bunk identical. The 2nd to last bunk looked out of the ordinary...the shape of the bunk was slightly mutated, and the size was a small percent smaller. Something you wouldn't immediately notice if you didn't look closely. I took a few cautious steps closer to the bunk, and put my hand on the metal area of the bunk: checking for anything suspicious. My hand felt a latch under the bunk, and I pulled it towards me. A metal tray slid out, like a computer tray in a desk. "Nice thinking" I thought to myself. The metal tray held a black new briefcase, neatly latched. It looked like something a lawyer would have. I unlatched the sides, and the briefcase glided open without a problem. Inside was the most amount of money I had ever seen. Hundred dollar bills were bundled, in clean neat rows. The briefcase held an elite feeling. Taped the the roof of the case was another slip, identical to the one I had found slipped into my jacket a few days ago. I was about to peel the slip off the roof of the case when the same gruff axe murderer voice was just outside the door. My mind started racing. I shot up, and kicked the briefcase under the bed just as the door shot open. "There's the kid! Boss doesn't care if he comes back dead or alive, so don't be afraid to slice him up." Said a short and fat clown, wielding a chainsaw. That didn't sound too pleasant. He was accompanied by 2 other clowns. I kicked the briefcase under the bed, and pulled out my only hopes for a weapon out of my pocket: a cheese stick. Things were looking bad. "Stay back! My cheese stick has murdered many other clowns! He's not afraid to do it again!". Apparently this scared the clowns, because they backed off a bit. I snatched a lamp off of a windowsill, and threw it at the clowns, but hopelessly missed, and the lamp harmlessly shattered on the wall. I cursed silently and was weighing my options of fighting, or devising a ninja plan when suddenly one of the clowns whipped out a chair. The 2 other clowns had no idea until they were on the ground unconscious. I had just witnessed a clown knock out two other clowns with a chair. He ripped off his clown suit, threw off his enormous shoes, and wiped the makeup off his face with a cloth. "I'm the one you're supposed to meet here. Unless you want a chainsaw blade in your stomach, we better run. There's a helicopter waiting right around the corner". He said. Correction- she said. "Yeah sure, let me get one thing" I dropped to my stomach and scanned under the bed. My hands which were shaking from shock felt a case, and I slid it from under the creaky metal bunk. "Leggo" I said, and we bolted out the door, and dodged a few more yogurt juggling clowns. We turned a corner, and a small but impressive helicopter stood, waiting for us as she promised. The sound of footsteps banged on the metal. We turned around- more chainsaw wielding clowns. Ugh, where did they got all these maniacs? In one swift movement, my comrade whipped out a gun and perfectly shot each of them in the chest. We climbed into the helicopter, which shot off as soon as both my feet touched the metal floor. I heard a faint explosion in the background. No more milkshakes anytime soon. I turned to face the mysterious girl. "You've got some explaining to do" "The names Alexandra." "Nice to meet you, I'm Paul" "I knew that. You see, Happy Dairy Co. Is doing a little more than just milkshakes and bad ice cream" "Bad milkshakes?" "No. Something much worse. They have a strange way of putting the economy in their favor. Lately, their biggest competitors have been wiped out. Literally, headquarters have been blown up, or collapsed. We have noticed that, and we have been tracked this activity. But that's not all that's happening." "Who is 'We'?" "That's top secret." "You're kidding, right?" "I just knocked out 2 clowns, and blew up a ship. Do you think I'm kidding?" "Dang you guys are serious. You said something else is happening. What's up?" "Happy Dairy Co. Has been shipping....other things on their ships. Something besides their normal products. We suspect they could be involved in illegal smuggling of something. Whatever it is, it can't be good." "Uh huh. So you decided to get a 13 year old to do the Job?" "Budget cuts." "Where are we headed?" "New York City. We have an office there, you can meet the team. We also have free donuts and coffee." "I'm listening" "It will take a while. Get some rest" The ear splitting winds and helicopter blades dimmed out into the background. After a day of action, rest sounded great. I have more, and if you like what I've got so far, tell me. If you hate it, I'm fine with that too. I'm new to writing stories and Fan fic btw. Thanks, Your barcode friend.