The dynamite had blasted a big hole in the concrete wall.
He jumps through, right into a cloud of dust.
‘Boo-yah!’ He thought to himself.
It was pitch black and he picked the box of matches from his pocket and lit one up.
The little flame did him no good
Which was something he forgot to plan ahead for, not only was the dust getting into his lungs it was also hard to see anything.
He walked slowly, and used his hands to check for things in front of him so he wont just bump into something.
Sadly it was to difficult to find his way and he had to wait for the dust to clear.
And after some time he could see more and more of the room he had blasted his way into.
Daylight was shining in and he could see enough to walk forward.
The more he saw of the room he had violated, the more disappointed he felt.
It was completely different than what he had though it would be.
He had invaded what seemed a fast-food restaurant.
Two cashiers Were watching at him with their mouths wide open and their faces covered in dust.
They were not dead but just shocked by his grand entrance.
“Can I take your order?” One of them asked, but he ignored it.
He looked around the place and saw that there was nobody there.
Until he saw someone sitting all the way in the back.
The man was looking at him and munching on a hamburger.
“Oh, you made it.” The man said.
He walked to the booth the man was seated in.
“Take a seat, grab a burger. My treat.”
He had to admit he was quite hungry so he grabbed a burger and sat down.
“Cheeseburger with extra cheese. Am I right?” The man asked him.
He inspected the man in front of him now that he knew his favorite hamburger he wondered if he knew him.
The man was wearing a trench coat with underneath a sweater and on the table besides his plate he had a hat that matched his coat.
He couldn’t take his eyes of the man’s messy hair-do.
“Uhh yea, that’s right.” He replied and took a bite from his cheeseburger with extra cheese.
They ate their burgers and the man extended his hand and introduced himself as “Colombus.”
“Like Columbo?” And as he said that he realized who was in front of him.
“And you are?” Colombus asked him.
“Call me Johnny.” Johnny replied.
“Johnny the Demolisher.
No no, Johnny the Exploder.
Destroyer off walls.” Columbus tried giving him a good nickname but failed horribly.
“Those are no good, well the newspaper will probably give you a good nickname.”
“Newspaper what?” Johnny said.
“Don’t worry I’v already called the cops. Want another burger?” Colombus said.
The sound of sirens and squeaking tires was enough to tell them they already arrived.
Police officers barged into the fast-food joint and surrounded their booth.
“Put your hands up.”
He turns to them and puts his arms up.
The sound of the heels of fancy Italian leather shoes walking on the tile floor breaks the silence.
His fancy pants were custom made and aligned with the top shoelace hole of his fancy shoes.
“Well well well.”
Fancy pants looks straight pass Johnny, so Johnny turns to Columbus and sees he is also holding up his hands.
“Well, who do we have here.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hey Chief.” Columbus said with a big smile across his face.
“Guess I captured myself two crooks on one evening.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hold up, I called you guys and told you he’d be here.” Columbus said.
“I didn’t do it.” Johnny tried his best to make that sound believable.
“Right, and I’m Michael Jackson’s lost son.” Fancy Pants said.
Which to everyone around him was far more believable than Johnny’s attempt at the truth.
“Well, enough chitchat arrest this wall blower.” And with that Fancy pants ordered one of his police men to handcuff Johnny.
Columbus had lowered his hands and was eating some leftover cold french fries that he wished he ate when they were still warm.
“So Columbo, read to spend some time in jail with all the people you send there.” Fancy pants was clearly trying to mock Columbus.
“No, the deal is that i get to come back to work dropped now that I’v done this city a favor.”
“So you think capturing a guy that blew up a wall of a fast-food joint, that was trying to escape from a pack of wild flamingos that wanted to eat his brain.
Which were a hallucination caused by eating old-fashioned raspberry muffins that had some exotic mold on them.
And we will retract your suspension?
Remember why they want you in jail in the first place?”
Fancy Pants took a moment to breath because the color blue did not do his handsome face justice.
Columbus was pretending to have his mouth full of cold fries, so Fancy pants continued his rant.
“You flashed your private parts to the female host of a early morning news show, when she asked you if you were a morning person.”
Fancy Pants made a strong point now that he had some oxygen in his brain.
But Columbus tried his puppy eyed best to convince him to stay and talk about it.
An employee of the fast-food joint walked up to their table and put a tray down with two milkshakes and a couple of hamburgers and walked away.
“Double hamburger with extra pickles and no mayo. Right?”
Columbus presented Fancy Pants with a delicious looking hamburger.
Fancy Pants agreed he could come back to work and the two talked about things that happened to them during early mornings and flamingos until they were done eating and went their separate ways.
He jumps through, right into a cloud of dust.
‘Boo-yah!’ He thought to himself.
It was pitch black and he picked the box of matches from his pocket and lit one up.
The little flame did him no good
Which was something he forgot to plan ahead for, not only was the dust getting into his lungs it was also hard to see anything.
He walked slowly, and used his hands to check for things in front of him so he wont just bump into something.
Sadly it was to difficult to find his way and he had to wait for the dust to clear.
And after some time he could see more and more of the room he had blasted his way into.
Daylight was shining in and he could see enough to walk forward.
The more he saw of the room he had violated, the more disappointed he felt.
It was completely different than what he had though it would be.
He had invaded what seemed a fast-food restaurant.
Two cashiers Were watching at him with their mouths wide open and their faces covered in dust.
They were not dead but just shocked by his grand entrance.
“Can I take your order?” One of them asked, but he ignored it.
He looked around the place and saw that there was nobody there.
Until he saw someone sitting all the way in the back.
The man was looking at him and munching on a hamburger.
“Oh, you made it.” The man said.
He walked to the booth the man was seated in.
“Take a seat, grab a burger. My treat.”
He had to admit he was quite hungry so he grabbed a burger and sat down.
“Cheeseburger with extra cheese. Am I right?” The man asked him.
He inspected the man in front of him now that he knew his favorite hamburger he wondered if he knew him.
The man was wearing a trench coat with underneath a sweater and on the table besides his plate he had a hat that matched his coat.
He couldn’t take his eyes of the man’s messy hair-do.
“Uhh yea, that’s right.” He replied and took a bite from his cheeseburger with extra cheese.
They ate their burgers and the man extended his hand and introduced himself as “Colombus.”
“Like Columbo?” And as he said that he realized who was in front of him.
“And you are?” Colombus asked him.
“Call me Johnny.” Johnny replied.
“Johnny the Demolisher.
No no, Johnny the Exploder.
Destroyer off walls.” Columbus tried giving him a good nickname but failed horribly.
“Those are no good, well the newspaper will probably give you a good nickname.”
“Newspaper what?” Johnny said.
“Don’t worry I’v already called the cops. Want another burger?” Colombus said.
The sound of sirens and squeaking tires was enough to tell them they already arrived.
Police officers barged into the fast-food joint and surrounded their booth.
“Put your hands up.”
He turns to them and puts his arms up.
The sound of the heels of fancy Italian leather shoes walking on the tile floor breaks the silence.
His fancy pants were custom made and aligned with the top shoelace hole of his fancy shoes.
“Well well well.”
Fancy pants looks straight pass Johnny, so Johnny turns to Columbus and sees he is also holding up his hands.
“Well, who do we have here.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hey Chief.” Columbus said with a big smile across his face.
“Guess I captured myself two crooks on one evening.” Fancy Pants said.
“Hold up, I called you guys and told you he’d be here.” Columbus said.
“I didn’t do it.” Johnny tried his best to make that sound believable.
“Right, and I’m Michael Jackson’s lost son.” Fancy Pants said.
Which to everyone around him was far more believable than Johnny’s attempt at the truth.
“Well, enough chitchat arrest this wall blower.” And with that Fancy pants ordered one of his police men to handcuff Johnny.
Columbus had lowered his hands and was eating some leftover cold french fries that he wished he ate when they were still warm.
“So Columbo, read to spend some time in jail with all the people you send there.” Fancy pants was clearly trying to mock Columbus.
“No, the deal is that i get to come back to work dropped now that I’v done this city a favor.”
“So you think capturing a guy that blew up a wall of a fast-food joint, that was trying to escape from a pack of wild flamingos that wanted to eat his brain.
Which were a hallucination caused by eating old-fashioned raspberry muffins that had some exotic mold on them.
And we will retract your suspension?
Remember why they want you in jail in the first place?”
Fancy Pants took a moment to breath because the color blue did not do his handsome face justice.
Columbus was pretending to have his mouth full of cold fries, so Fancy pants continued his rant.
“You flashed your private parts to the female host of a early morning news show, when she asked you if you were a morning person.”
Fancy Pants made a strong point now that he had some oxygen in his brain.
But Columbus tried his puppy eyed best to convince him to stay and talk about it.
An employee of the fast-food joint walked up to their table and put a tray down with two milkshakes and a couple of hamburgers and walked away.
“Double hamburger with extra pickles and no mayo. Right?”
Columbus presented Fancy Pants with a delicious looking hamburger.
Fancy Pants agreed he could come back to work and the two talked about things that happened to them during early mornings and flamingos until they were done eating and went their separate ways.
