The second Random Story, to Rule Them All!

Lame title. Live with it.

A few minute before....
"Um.. black dots are bad, right?" I said. "With our luck, yes, they are bad." said Dexter. "I hate our luck." said Fang. "I wonder what those dots are, anyway?" said Dexter, taking out binoculars. "They seem to be..." said Dexter, looking through the binoculars. "Robots. Almost as good as mine. Wait.. there is only one person who could build robots anywhere near mine, and that person is-" "NO! It can't be!" said Blossom. "Get ready to battle!" yelled Fang back. "Why do we always battle?" asked Crackers as they got ready. "And why do we never go to school for long periods of time, and why are we always getting captured in real cheesy ways? It seems as though we are in a random book that makes no sens-" "You really are crazy." I said. "And who is this person?" "Don't you know? His name is M-" There was an explosion, thus, he didn't finish his sentence. The next few minutes where a blur to me. I just know that I was drawing like the wind. If the wind had powers and could hold a pencil. I was generally drawing cherry bombs, and just slashin'. After about two minutes, I got a call on my radio. "Where the heck are you?" can Puddle's voice from the other end. "We're having some difficulties." I replied, punching a robot. Punching metal isn't a good idea. Just a tip. My hand hurting, I saw the silhouette of a teenager. "AH! HEY! YOU CREEP! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I THOUGHT YOU WENT KA-" at that moment, he knocked the radio out of my hand. "-BOOMIE" Why did I think he went kaboomie? Because the person now binding me and throwing my into a body sack, was Mandark. For those who don't know, Mandark is the main bad guy from PPGD. "Well," he said, closing the bag. "I didn't go kaboomie. So there." and he carried me off.

Hey. Puddle here again. Did you like Anime narrating? Good, cause she is going to narrate a bit more later on. Anyway, more of the story. Guards where still running at me when Anime's connection failed. I dropped to the ground and did something similar to the coffee-grinder, knocking everyone around me to the ground. "Halt!" said a voice to my right. Ah yes, the warden.)For those who don't know, the warden is the big boss at prisons.) And he was pointing a gun at me. I did not halt. Those who think I would stick around are idiots. I ran to a random stairway and started climbing. If I tried to fly, I would scrap them on the walls, thus creating extreme pain. Anyway, I ran up those stairs. Past the second floor, past the third floor, up to the tenth floor. "Big prison for a small town." I muttered under my breath. The tenth floor, was the roof. Why call it a floor anyway? "Again, HALT!" said the warden. I looked up and saw a flying rug a few miles away. Those creepy people who put avian DNA into me gave me raptor vision. So, I could see pretty dang far. "Sorry," I said apologetically, walking to the edge of the roof and looking at him."But I need to get out of here." And I fell backwards, and after losing altitude, whipped out my wings and flew up. Man, seeing the look on the warden's face almost made up for staying at this prison.