Young Goodsport and the Portal of Doom, Chapter 1-3

Posted by Short Round from 1Cust201.tnt7.fort-lauderdale.fl.da.uu.net on September 06, 1999 at 08:45:15:

Tessa said she can't do it. I wrote it.

: Chapter 1 [The Beginning] (written by Short Round)

: February 3, 1999.
: Somewhere in California...
: "Leave me alone!" Shorty mumbled, "AAAHHHHH!"
: He then woke up.
: "Man! A nightmare," Shorty said to himself.
: Shorty got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He noticed a note on the window, which read, 'Shorty. I have to rendezvous with a friend at Lou's Cafe. Be home later.'
: "Not a surprise," Shorty said. He did what he had to and got dressed in his usual garb - a baggy shirt and his green baggy jeans.
: Shorty walked out of the apartment, threw his skateboard down and hopped on it. He waved to people he knew as he cruised down the sidewalk. A guy was sitting on the sidewalk with his feet outstretched and Shorty did a skateboard-jump over his legs. A hand came out and knocked Shorty off his skateboard to the ground.
: "Aaahhhhhhhhh..." a voice exclaimed, "if it isn't the Short-Meister."
: "Shut up, Craig!" Shorty retaliated, picking up both his skateboard and backpack.
: "So where's my homework?" Craig asked.
: "I have it," Shorty replied.
: "Where?" inquired Craig.
: "Right here!" Shorty answered, as he shoved Craig into his nearby flunkies.
: "Let's get him!" yelled Craig, as he and his buddies chased after Shorty.

: - - -

: "Hi. My name is MichaelsonÖ General Michaelson."
: Michaelson and Goodsport shook hands.
: "Hey Goodsport, I was sent here to give you instructions on your next mission," Michaelson continued.
: "Yes sir," Goodsport replied, "I live with my little buddy Shorty who knows how to driveÖ and he is only thirteen. I taught him myself. He travels frequently with me. Can he come along?"
: "Ahh," pondered Michaelson, "he will be allowed to go with you if he has a high enough IQ to drive."
: "Yeah, he's something," said Goodsport, "except that he can be a smart-aleck at times."
: "Oh, I see," Michaelson answered, "anyways, hereÖ I have something for you."
: Michaelson handed Goodsport a manila envelope with the words 'For Your Eyes Only' printed on them.
: "What's this?" Goodsport asked.
: "Your instructions, Goodsport. Shorty may see them, but no one else besides you and him can give any information whatsoever about what is in that envelope. It is highly confidential. After you are done reading and memorizing it, destroy it."
: Goodsport stuffed it in his briefcase.
: "Okay, sir. See you aroundÖ hopefully," Goodsport concluded.
: They both shook hands.

: - - -

: Short Round glided down the sidewalk on his skateboard, dodging people. Meanwhile Craig and his buddies were struggling to catch up.
: Shorty board-hopped over a trash can. As he came down, he bumped into a pedestrian.
: "Uh, excuse me. Sorry..." Shorty picked up his skateboard.
: Craig and his flunkies were getting closer after Shorty's delay.
: Shorty then skated into a less populated area. Craig and his gang were catching up even more!
: "Here goes!" Shorty said to himself.
: Shorty skated off the sidewalk and onto the street, grabbing the closest car's back bumper. Craig and his gang stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, watching Shorty get away.
: "Yeah!" Shorty cheered to himself.
: Shorty let go as the car was nearing a red light and skated toward the sidewalk.

: - - -

: Goodsport was driving down the street in his DeLorean. Traffic had backed him up. Apparently, a helicopter had been flying around searching for an ex-convictÖ Jim or James somethingÖ and cop cars had been everywhere. Supposedly, this convict was part of the DWO, according to Michaelson. Whoever he was must have had a real price on his head. But Goodsport didn't care. He was glad he didn't have to go after this James guy.
: "If Michaelson or Micah asked me to go after him, I'd call in sick for a month. But I doubt I'd ever need to," Goodsport was sure of himself.
: Suddenly a few punks had jaywalked in front of a car up ahead.
: "Man," Goodsport began to himself, "they must be desperate!"
: For some reason, the BMW caught Goodsport's attention. A guy in a trench coat had been behind the wheel. He looked like Don Stroud in a way. Goodsport noticed the guy had a ring on his finger. Goodsport looked at the crystal ring on his right hand.
: "Identical!" Goodsport said to himself, "Far out."
: Goodsport's attention had still been on the mysterious trench coat guy. The guy's passenger side window had rolled down. Goodsport did the same.
: "Sir?" the man asked.
: "Yeah?" Goodsport replied.
: "Do you know where Lyon Estates is?" the guy asked.
: "Past Twin Pines mall in Hill Valley," Goodsport said.
: "Thanks," the man said as he closed his window.
: Anytime, Goodsport thought.

: - - -

: "Good, I lost 'em," Shorty thought, riding up to the back door of the school.
: Shorty walked into the hall.
: "Why didn't I get up any earlier?" Shorty asked himself.
: "Hey Shorty!" a voice boomed from behind.
: "Huh?" Shorty turned around.
: "You're late again. What happened?" the female voice inquired.
: "Oh, it was Craig again. He chased me home. I didn't finish his homework. He's a complete asshole!" Shorty was pissed.
: "It's okay. Come on in class, you're late."

: - - -

: "Mr. Round, you are late!" the British teacher said.
: "I had a little trouble on the way down," replied Shorty.
: "What kind of trouble?" asked the teacher.
: "Uh... well, I was chased by these punks agai--"
: "Mr. Short Vincent John Round!" the teacher exclaimed. "This is the seventeenth time you made that excuse this school year!"
: "But I--"
: "No more excuses! Go to the principal's office!"

: - - -

: Goodsport went up the stairs and into the apartment room. He threw his jacket on the back of the door, kicked his shoes off and plopped onto the couch. He opened up the manila envelope, which had a map of Peru in it. While reading the papers for an hour, Goodsport discovered that people had been raiding museums in South America in search of two halves of a powerful crystal. They believed that if they found both halves of the crystal and put them in some sort of a religious ceremony, that they would become invincible, like in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
: "In the words of Shorty," thought Goodsport, chuckling to himself " 'this is some scary crap' !"

: - - -

: Short Round was sitting in the principal's office.
: "So, you're making up all these excuses just so you can sleep late, huh?" the principal asked.
: "No, really! These punks chased me!" Shorty said.
: "OkayÖ who?"
: "Craig and his gang--" Shorty replied.
: "Craig!" the principal exclaimed, "Leave my nephew alone! Stop bothering people, and my nephew Craig would never harm a fly!"
: "He'd harm a bull, though!" Shorty mumbled.
: "What!?" the principal fumed, "You're expelled. Take your skateboard and get out!"

: - - -

: The principal thumbed the microphone on his desk.
: "Craig T. Nelson, come to the principal's office," he waited.
: The door opened as Craig walked in alone, without his buddies.
: "Yes uncle?" Craig asked.
: "You did your job well, Craig," the principal began, "and you will be rewarded."
: A grin spread across Craig's face. The principal opened up his drawer and took the fake contents out. A pink glow came from the secret apartment. He picked out a precious gem the size and shape of a football. Its ends were pointy.
: "I think we are going to have to book passage to Peru soon..."

: - - -

: The door to the apartment slammed.
: "Whoa, what's the matter Shorty?" Goodsport asked.
: "I got kicked out of school because of Craig!" Shorty was pissed.
: "No way!?" Goodsport agreed with Shorty.
: "Craig got pissed and chased me, and I was late for school. They thought I was lying. So that's how it isÖ"
: "Well, put those troubles behind you, Shorty," Goodsport announced, "we got hired for a mission by the agency."
: "Cool!" Short Round said.
: "You're coming along too. We're going to Peru," Goodsport said.
: "When?"
: "Tomorrow. HereÖ you'll have to read this though."
: Goodsport handed Shorty the envelope.

: - - -

: Shorty and Goodsport moved their way to board the plane. After waiting in line, they finally seated themselves.
: Right behind them was a man with the same build as the principal. Garbed in a black Fedora, trench coat, and wire frame glasses, he lowered his Gun and Ammo magazine slightly to where only his eyes were showing.
: "Craig," the principal said, "I was rightÖ they're here."

: - - -

: "This is it, Shorty. Our first mission!" Goodsport said.
: "Yeah, this is gonna be cool!" Short Round jumped in his seat.
: "Attention passengers." the stewardess said, "our in-flight movie today will be Back to the Future with Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd."
: Shorty reclined in his seat.
: "Yep, this is gonna be cool," Shorty whispered to himself.

: -----

: Chapter 2 [The Next Chapter] (written by Goodsport)

: "I don't get it," Short Round announced, glancing from the top of the map to the bottom, "the guy at the museum in Lima said that the Fountain would be here!"
: Goodsport turned around. "Shorty, these maps are never accurate to the exact inch. Besides, in these tunnels, it could be anywhere!"
: The two explorers continued down the cold, dry mountain tunnel. They were no closer to finding the Fountain of Youth than when they arrived on top of the Andes Mountains several hours earlier.
: Goodsport slowly illuminated the map with his own flashlight as Short Round asked, "Why are we looking for the Fountain of Youth? Aren't we going after some crystal?"
: "Yup!" replied Goodsport, "But the ancient texts we found in the museum stated something about a crystal being found next to the Fountain of Youth. I couldn't get all of it, since my Spanish isn't that goodÖ only what little I learned in high school!"
: "Geez, that long ago, huh?!?" gasped Short Round, "But didn't that Ponce de Leon dude search for the Fountain somewhere in Florida or Puerto Rico or wherever?"
: Goodsport flashed a grin. "So, you do stay awake in class once in a while!" Seeing Short Round shoot a dirty look at him, Goodsport continued, "de Leon never found it in either place he looked, which could be because he searched in the wrong places. Besides, the satellite photos Michaelson gave me spotted a source of water somewhere inside this mountain."
: "No way, dude!" Short Round proclaimed, "Satellites could see inside mountains now?!?"
: Goodsport nodded as they rounded a corner. "Well, with infra-red and such."
: "You hear that?" Short Round ran up several feet and perked up his ears. "Sounds like a stream!"
: His elder companion flashed his flashlight forward as the two rushed up the tunnel in front of them.

: - - -

: The two men peered around the corner, surveying their prey through the dark tunnel.
: "Guillermo, it seems like we're almost there!" the fat Peruvian said.
: His slimmer companion shushed him to be quiet, waving at him with the photographs in his hand. "Quiet, Astacio, or they will hear us!"
: "They would have heard us by now!" Astacio replied, glancing at Guillermo. "The Boss wants us to follow them. When they find the Fountain, they find the first half of the crystal. And when they find the crystalÖ"
: The sentence was broken by the sound beeping from Guillermo's belt.
: "Guillermo here," he answered, his ear close to the walkie-talkie.
: "Did you find them?" the deep, booming voice of the Boss asked from the walkie-talkie's mouthpiece, "I can't wait out here in the helicopter all day!"
: Guillermo nodded his head. "Sir, don't worry! We spotted them. They look like they are very close!"
: "Good!" answered the Boss, "Don't forget about the photos."
: Guillermo glanced quickly at the somewhat older photographs of the two explorers they were shadowing. "No, boss. If they find the Fountain, we push them inÖ"
: "Öand take them out when they are young enough not to be able to resist, yet still old enough to tell us what they know about the crystal-halves!" the Boss finished the sentence.
: Both Guillermo and Astacio glanced at the pictures in Guillermo's hand, confused at their superior's request. "Sir, are you sureÖ"
: "Enough!" boomed the other end of the walkie-talkie, "Find them quickly. Out!"
: The walkie-talkie chirped, indicating that the connection was cut. Guillermo clipped it back onto his belt.
: The two men readied their revolvers as they quietly headed up the tunnel.

: - - -

: The narrow tunnel turned into an enormous cavern. Stalactites hung from the ceiling as the thick ice covering the walls made the entire cavern look chillier than it really was. Goodsport and Short Round gawked at the sheer size of the cavern, as they slowly marched forward. In the middle of the cavern was a bubbling fountain of water, surrounded by a swaying pond.
: Goodsport and Short Round compared each other's satellite photos. They both agreed that they found what they were looking for.
: "Okay, so where's the crystal?" Short Round pondered aloud.
: Goodsport leaned over the Fountain. "I'm not even sure what the connection between the Fountain and the crystal is yet!"
: The sudden 'ping' knocked Goodsport forcefully into the pond.
: "GOODSPORT!" screamed Short Round. He turned around quickly to see two locals with revolvers sneak into the same entrance that they did. One of the locals' revolvers was smoking.

: - - -

: The winds were picking up on the mountaintop. If the two didn't come back soon, the Boss knew, the helicopter would have to fly off without them.

: - - -

: Short Round turned again to grab a younger-looking Goodsport out of the pond
: "No, senor!" Guillermo bear-hugged Short Round, "We need him as young as in the picture!"
: Astacio lifted his revolver straight at Short Round's face. "We only need one of them to answer questions!"
: As the lever was pulled pack on the revolver, Short Round kicked his foot back right into Guillermo's groin. As Guillermo let go, Short Round ducked just in time to avoid Astacio's bullet, which instead hit Guillermo in the chest. Guillermo's body splashed right into the pond.
: Short Round body-slammed Astacio straight into the pond. Running on their bodies as a 'bridge', Short Round reached Goodsport and picked him up.
: "Man, you've lost weight since a few minutes ago!" joked Short Round, as he suddenly saw a glint in pond.
: A gurgling Astacio was turning his body around to grab Short Round's leg. Short Round stepped on Astacio's arm, stretching it out enough for Shorty to reach into the water and pull out the source of the glint.
: "My God!" Short Round gasped, holding half of the crystal in one hand, and Goodsport in the other.
: Feeling one of his 'bridges' standing up, Short Round gave a swift kick to Astacio's now-youthful face, knocking him out.
: Running back onto solid ground, Short Round pocketed the crystal and scooped up the photographs Guillermo had dropped a few moments ago.
: "Stop crying!" Short Round demanded of the now-lighter Goodsport. A moment later, the ground shook violently. Looking back, Short Round glanced to the far end of the cavern, only to see a giant boulder rolling to greet him.
: "Well, I've always wanted to be like Indy!" revealed Short Round to a wailing Goodsport, the ground shaking harder as the stalactites began to fall. Short Round took off for the entrance he had entered, with the boulder in hot pursuit.

: - - -

: "So, did you give them the photos I asked you to?" the Boss asked his pilot, Enrique.
: Enrique flashed a toothy smile. "Of course, sir!"
: The Boss glanced slowly at the photos in his pilot's hands. "Then what are those?"
: "These are the other photos you gave me. Extras, I guess."
: "IDIOT!" the Boss gasped in horror, pointing at the photos, "You were supposed to give them those ones! The ones you gave them were too old!"
: Enrique glanced at his reflection on the cockpit window. "Uh-oh!"
: The ground began shaking furiously.
: "TAKE OFF!!! TAKE OFF!!!" the Boss demanded, as Enrique desperately started the helicopter's engines.

: - - -

: Barely keeping his balance, Short Round reached the end of the tunnel. He gasped as he saw the tunnel led to the side of the mountain, with a drop straight down to the ground a ways below.
: "Must've taken a wrong turn at the last intersection," Short Round mentioned to Goodsport, who was now clutching Short Round's jacket tightly.
: The sound of a distant helicopter jerked Short Round's head upwards. "I didn't know there was a 'copter nearby!"
: Then realizing the connection, Short Round lifted the photographs that he had in his other hand. He looked at the picture of Goodsport that looked just like the Goodsport now in his arms. "How did they expect him to answer any questions in that state?" Shorty asked himself.
: The ground's suddenly violent shaking interrupted Short Round's thoughts. He swiveled around to see the boulder rolling closer and closer through the tunnel.
: Short Round then glanced forward to the tunnel exit's sudden drop.
: "Stuck between a rock and a hard place!" Short Round thought, ironically.

- - -

Chapter 3 [The Portal Surprise] (Written by Short Round)

Short Round looked at the chopper and back at the boulder. Shorty quickly looked down at the big drop then remembered something. Shorty set Goodsport down and started recoiling rope that was on the bottom lip of the hole, on the side of the mountain. Strapping a few things to his ankle he picked up Goodsport again. The chopper was getting lower and closer to them with a few gunwielding men at the ready. Shorty turned back to see the boulder only a few yards away!
"AAAHHHHH!" Shorty yelled.
Shorty jumped by reaction as the boulder went over the side, almost making contact with Shorty and Goodsport.

BOOM!
The boulder crashed into the chopper and made an explosion so powerful Shorty and Goodsport felt the heat. Shorty was flying down that mountain at top speed. Wreckage came down all around him. Some of them were close enough where Shorty could feel the heat again. Soon less wreckage came down as the ground startewd coming at them. A sudden jerk occured as the cord's length ended.They weren't too far from the ground. Shorty un-attatched himself and got to the floor with Goodsport clutching his jacket, eyes tightly closed.

Shorty put Goodsport in the passenger seat of their Subaru Outback and buckled him in.
"It's ok little buddy." Shorty started. "Hopefully we might find a way to reverse the effects."
Suddenly, Goodsports attention focused on something in the woods.
"What is it?" Shorty asked himself.
Shorty stared at where Goodspot was staring at and noticed the growling sound of engines.
"Holy geez!"
Shorty grabbed his Colt Peacemaker and closed the door. He went to the drivers door which was open, and he used it as a shield against whoever it could be.

Shorty suddenly seen the figure of two jeeps with a guy in each skylight. They all stopped when Shorty was in site, armed and ready.
"Come out of dere!" the accented man commanded Shorty.
Shorty came out with his hands raised in the air.
"What do you want from me?" Shorty nervuosly asked.
"The crystal! We want the crystal, and NOW!" The middle man barked.
"You want it huh? I'll give it to you!" Shorty said.
They were confused, but joyous that Shorty had changed his mind.
A jeep pulled in from behind Shorty.
"Here is your crystal, pal!"
Shorty jerked his left arm forward and the Colt Peacemaker came out of his sleeve. He aimed it at the driver of one of the jeeps and fired two shots. It hit the driver and he came over his wheel, as did his foot over the pedal. He started to drive forward un-controlably.
"Oh sh--" Shorty was interrupted as it came closer, making him jump out of the way.
The jeep hit the other jeep, both of them blowing up.
"Come on, come on!" Shorty quickly started up the jeep, pulled out and drove quickly into a path just as the other guy in the jeep skylight started to fires, missing of course.

The jeep rammed Shorty's along the path and got up in front of him. Shorty swirved to the right to get past, and the jeep blocked him. He tried to go to his left and the jeep blocked him yet again. Shorty wwent quickly back to the right and the jeep was anxious to beat him to it. Shorty pulled to the left, halfway through and go to the side of the jeep and rammed it! The guy in the skylight was jerked around and misfired on the hood of Shorty's car.
"Eeeesh!" Shorty exclaimed.
The gunman started firing yet again and missed, but was moving his line of fire closwer to the car!
"Here goes!" Shorty said.
Shorty put on the breaks and let the other jeep whiz past him! The jeep stopped it's breaks and swirved around towards Shorty's jeep again. Shorty swirved his and cut into the woods, off the path trying to beat it to the other side.
"Go!" The gunman barked.
The driver grabbed, and spoke into his CB. He then advanced towards Shorty's jeep.

- - -

A pilot had sat in his helicopter in the main and temporary 'base'
"I veed you. I vill be there soon. ovah." The accented pilot called his men who jumped into the chopper with their rifles loaded and ready, as was them.

- - -

Shorty went down the rough hill trying to make it to the other side of the trail with his pursuers not too far behind. Shorty looked into the side view mirror. He then jumped as a tree took it off.
"Perfect!" Shorty said.
Shorty looked to see the other one not there, yet he still had his rear view mirror. Shorty dodged trees and falling branches while the pursuers' bullets hit the trees surrounding them. Shorty looked int the rear view mirror to see the gunman taking out the worst in a time like this - A bazooka!
"Oh jeesh!" Shorty got off onto the path finally.
The sound of helicopter propellars sounded not too far behind, finding them above on the path.
"Perfect!" Shorty exclaimed. "Just what I need."
Shorty noticed that the path up the head was just one huge turn - and long. Suddenly, the chopper began firing, coming closer to Shorty on every shot. The chopper stopped firing as the other jeep came into the trail again. The gunmans finger was on the bazookas trigger about to fire when Shorty made the turn. The other jeep made the sharp turn making the gunman jerk around and misfire the missile into the air! The missile hit the chopper, making it blow up! Debris rained down on them like asteroids. Shorty seen in his rear view mirror, debris come down on the pursuer's jeep, making the gunman duck into the jeep again.
"HAHA!" Shorty chuckled to himself.
Suddenly a piece of debris landed on his hood.
"Whoa!" Shorty exclaimed.
Suddenly, the landing spear from the bottom of the chopper landed on the ground in front of Shorty. He veered to the right to aviod it and almnost ran into the other one when it landed in front of him again. He veered to the right again, cutting into the woods like before again.
"No, not again!" Shorty was jittery as he dodged trees.
Shorty came up on the path again. He noticed it was the long turn again. He held the steering wheel to the left, and kept the turn going.
"Come on come on!" Shorty was racing to beat the guys behind him.
The gun man had his rifle ready again. Shorty came off the path and turned quickly to the opposite directiong of the turn as the gunman fired. The gunman shot Shorty's rear lights by inches!
The driver picked up his CB and spoke into it again, this time calling reinforcements.
"Oh no, I hope it's not another 'copter!" Shorty said to himself.
They were on a long stretch of road this time. The gunman pulled out his bazooka again.
"Let's see if you bastards can do ninety."
Shorty went on full throttle.
"Go go!" The gunman yelled as Shorty's jeep got farther and farther.
He fired the bazooka. It hit a tree as Shorty went past it - too close.
The jeep went through the fire, scorching the gunman to flames.
"Alright!" Shorty cheered.
Shorty grabbed his Peacemaker and looked out the window and fired three shots at the driver. The jeep flipped over as it veered off a rock. Shorty stopped the jeep.
He got out and went near the other one just as car engines sounded in the woods. He only had one bullet left!
"Here goes nothing!" Shorty fired the last bullet at the gas tank of the over turned jeep.
BOOM!
The jeep exploded in flames, making Shorty fly back and go the window of his Subaru.
"Yes!" Shorty cheered as he got back in the drivers seat and pulled out.
The other men were blocked by the flaming inferno.

- - -

11:21 P.M.
Shorty's jeep drove through the night, Goodsport was sound asleep like the baby he was at the moment. Shorty was trying to find where they had set up the trailer base. Shorty pulled up to a huge wreckage.
"No. This can't be happening!" Shorty was pissed.
That means the Doc, Michaelson, and John had been dead

- - -

It was the evening the next day, Shorty had been driving all night and day. Shorty pulled up to a larger area where a tent had been. He noticed a few familiar things.
"Doc!" Shorty yelled as he jumped out of the jeep.
"Doc! Doc! Come here, quick!" Shorty yelled on the top of his lungs.
Doctor Hose stepped out of the tent and seen Shorty.
"You're still alive!" Both of them said at the same time.
"Doc, this is important. About Goo--" Shorty was interrupted.
"Where is Goodsport!?" Hose demanded.
"Well he's--" Shorty was interrupted yet again.
"What happened to the jeep!?" Hose was in shock.
"We were attacked by terrorists. And we got this..." Shorty pulled out the crystal and handed it to the doc.
"You found it! You finally found it!" The doc was in shock.
Indiana John and Michaelson came from the tent.
"Shorty! Where's Goodsport..." Michaelson looked in the jeep window.
"Who is this baby?" Michaelson was confused.
"It's Goodsport!" Shorty finally was able to say.
"Goodsport? How can that baby be Goodsport?" Indiana John asked.
"We found the Fountain!" Shorty said.
"You found it!?" The doc and Michaelson both said.
"And Goodsport fell in by the terrorists, or should we say, 'attempting raiders.'" Shorty was out of breath.
"So you got a terrorist attack too huh?" John asked. "They raided our trailer, so we made a run for it in one of their stolen jeeps."
"Lets go in, talk about it during dinner please," Shorty started. "I'm hungry."

- - -

It was early in the morning, Shorty was sleeping in bed, Goodsport in a metal half-pod like device since there was nothing else to put his chubby little body in. Shorty jerked awake at the sound of gunfire!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Shorty jerked his head up.
He got up and put his pants on, then slipped his now loaded Colt Peacemaker in his belt. Doc and Michaelson was knealing behind the jeep as John had not been in sight.
"Doc, what's going on!?" A worried Shorty asked.
"They're here!" Doc replied, firing anothing round.
The jeeps were getting closer, and a helicopter came out. They were doomed.

The terrorists had the crystal from John already, before Doc and Michaelson shot the first three jeeps out, letting John run into the woods.

"I'll lead them into the woods for an ambush! You guys take out the others!" Michaelson said.
Michaelson ran into view and dodged bullets. He exchanged a few shots and got on driver. A couple of others followed him as planned.
"I'm surprised he doesn't get himself killed!" Shorty exclaimed.
"It wouldn't do us no good!" Doc said. "I'm going out there!"
"Are you crazy!?" Shorty yelled at doc.
"No, I'm not crazy, I'm going out there!" Doc replied.
"You're gonna get yourself killed out there dude!"Shorty said.
"Maybe, but not today." Doc ran from behind the car.
"Doc wait!" Shorty yelled.
The doc ran in front of the jeeps and fired at a driver, and got him. He ran behind a tree as others advanced and fired like in war. Shorty came up, and using the jeep as a shield, he fired through the windows and instead of getting the drivers, he tried getting the gunners and any other person wielding guns, trying to cut the Doc a little slack. The doc came out from behind the tree bravely and before he can fire, a bullet collided into his right arm, then his left thigh, then his left shoulder! The doc plummeted to the floor.
"No Doc!" Shorty yelled as he ran from behind the jeep.
The gunman who were left, turned around and started to fire at Shorty! Shorty jumped behind the jeep again as bullets hit it! Shorty jumped into the car and exchanged rounds with his opponents, keeping them where they were. Taking the keys from his jeans pocket, Shorty put them in the ignition. Bullets hit the bumper which triggered the airbag! Bullets came and hit the airbag!
"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shorty yelled in agony as his left arm got burned!
He stepped on the pedal and jumped out of the jeep as it crashed into another jeep, forcing it back!
"Lets see how you like it!" Shorty said firing bullets.
They hit the bumper of a jeep and the airbag came up. Shorty fired at the airbag repeatedly also hitting the driver.
He had two bullets left!
"Oh great!" Shiorty exclaimed as the last jeep, with the crystal, fired at him like anything. Shorty!

Shorty ran into the tent as bullets pierced the tent like a pin-cushion. Shorty jumpd over the metal table, grabbing Goodsport before bullets came into it. Luckily it a was a steel proffessors work table. The hanging light from above fell and landed on Shorty's leg.
"AAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!" Shorty was in more agony. A burnt left arm, jumping out of the moving jeep, and now a lantern landing on Shorty's leg. He couldn't make it. Shorty looked out from the opening of the tent as the jeep was coming toward it. Shorty fired his last two shots at it, the last bullet hitting the driver. The driver went limp over the wheel and the jeep went faster towards the tent!
"OH NO!" Shorty yelled.
Shorty ran under the tent under the other side as the jeep crashed into the tent! Shorty fell half way down the hill as the jeep flew over him like a plane! The jeep plummeted headfirst into the river!

Shorty was on the ground helpless. Soon, the gunman who had survived, swam to shore with the crystal towards Shorty. Shorty looked up at him - It was Craig!
"Shorty, Shorty, Shorty..." Craig said. "Finally, I have you now!"
Craig kicked Shorty in the stomach and then repeatewdly punched him in the arm. He then kicked Shorty in the face. He walked away with the crystal...

- - -

A light appeared. The figure of Gandalf stood before Shorty.
"You must stop him..." Gandalf said calmly.
"Who are you?" Shorty strived to say.
"My name is Gandalf." Gandalf said.
Shorty looked at his ring which was now glowing.
"How do you expect me to stop him?" Shorty asked.
"Stand up." Gandalf commanded.
Shorty amazingly stood up.
"What about Goodsport?" Shorty asked.
Gandalf gestured towards Goodsport. Shorty looked at Goodsport, who was his regular age again.
"But how--" Shorty looked to see Gandalf wasn't there.
Now you must stop them... Gandalf's voice said as the surrounding area exploded in light. As it simmered down Shorty and Goodsports stood on a support beam above a crowd of people. In front of them was a temple, with Craig, and someone else standing beside the principal in ceremonial garb. Dr. Hose was there in chains and shackles. There was an acid pit moat in front of them , and the two crystals lay near eachother, connecting like a puzzle.
"Oh great, what do we do now?" Shorty asked.
"Create a diversion." Goodsport replied.
"How?" Shorty said again.
"Follow me." Goodsport gestured to Shorty.

They walked across the support beam towards a chandelear.
"Ok, Shorty" Goodsport started. "See that rope?" Goodsport pointed.
"Yeah." Shorty replied.
"Ok, go get it and bring it back to me." Goodsport commanded.
"Right..." Shorty moved towards it swiftly and grabbed it, then brang it back to Goodsport.
Goodsport had a chain that was nearby and connected it to the chain that was holding the chandelear.
"Ok Shorty, tie this tightly to the support beam, got me?" Goodsport asked.
"I got it!" Shorty went and tightly tied the chain to the support beam. Meanwhile, Goodsport was making a noose at each end of the long rope, and put one around the neck of the chandelear and put himself through the other one.
"Ok Shorty," Goodsport began. "I'm going to stay on this support beam right? I want you to anothere support beam, and if you can reach the chain I want you to untie it. I mean the chain that was holding the chandelear before. And as the chandelear jerks down a little, it might break the support beam and when it does, the chandelear will lift me over the acid pit to where the sacrifice is, got it?"
"Every bit of it pal." Shorty replied.
Goodsport sat to the readon the suppot beam.
"Oh and Goodsport." Shorty asked.
"Yeah?" Goodsport replied.
"Be careful, please." Shorty said.
"I will." Goodsport russled Shorty's hair.

Shorty walked to the other support beam, and laying on his stomach, he stretched his hand towards the chain. His face turned red as he strained himself to getting the chain. He finally reached it and yanked hard on it. The chandelear came down a couple of feet and jerked as the other chain connecting to the support beam and the original chain held it. The support beam started to crack, and then split in two. As the support beams one half started to fall, the chandelead went up again and Goodsport swung across the moat and landed near the crystals. As he attempted to make the grab, Craig jumped on him.
"You two just won't give up will you?" Craig menacingly said.
Goodsport gave a chop on the side of Craig's neck and Craig fell back.
"Alright Goodsport!" Shorty cheered from above.
"Get him!" The principal yelled.
Different people in ceremonial garb ran towards Goodsport and trampled him. Goodsport kicked and punched the ones he could, off him. He was able to get up and wailed his hands, knocking off a few people. Goodsport ran and grabbed one of the ceremonial candles and waved it at his attackers. From behind, Craig was sneaking up on Goodsport with a knife in the stabbing stance.
"Oh great!" Shorty said to himself.
Shorty looked around and looked for something that may be useful. He ran down the support beam, and ran, then jumped across the pit of acid and onto land. Shorty tackled Craig to the floor and punched him. Craig back handed Shorty off. Craig jumped on Shorty, choking him. Shorty head butted Craig and kicked him off him, into the deadly acid!
"Ewwwww." Shorty looked away as Craig fell in.
"You!" The principal yelled. "You're mine!"
The principal jumped on Shorty! Shorty's face turned red as he got choked by the principal. Shorty's ring started to glow as did Goodsports. Everyone was blind by it. The rocks started to glow as well. A beam came from the tips of them, and ten feet away, they made a portal.
"Yes!" The principal shouted. "The doorway to the world of Pomojema, and time has been opened to me! I will be powerful!" The principal walked through it.
Go, go. A voice said to Goodsport and Shorty.
They both ran into the portal. They arrived in a swamp-like planet. The portal closed. They were trapped in Pomojema. A lost world.

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: Tessa said she can't do it. I wrote it.

: : Chapter 1 [The Beginning] (written by Short Round)

: : February 3, 1999.
: : Somewhere in California...
: : "Leave me alone!" Shorty mumbled, "AAAHHHHH!"
: : He then woke up.
: : "Man! A nightmare," Shorty said to himself.
: : Shorty got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He noticed a note on the window, which read, 'Shorty. I have to rendezvous with a friend at Lou's Cafe. Be home later.'
: : "Not a surprise," Shorty said. He did what he had to and got dressed in his usual garb - a baggy shirt and his green baggy jeans.
: : Shorty walked out of the apartment, threw his skateboard down and hopped on it. He waved to people he knew as he cruised down the sidewalk. A guy was sitting on the sidewalk with his feet outstretched and Shorty did a skateboard-jump over his legs. A hand came out and knocked Shorty off his skateboard to the ground.
: : "Aaahhhhhhhhh..." a voice exclaimed, "if it isn't the Short-Meister."
: : "Shut up, Craig!" Shorty retaliated, picking up both his skateboard and backpack.
: : "So where's my homework?" Craig asked.
: : "I have it," Shorty replied.
: : "Where?" inquired Craig.
: : "Right here!" Shorty answered, as he shoved Craig into his nearby flunkies.
: : "Let's get him!" yelled Craig, as he and his buddies chased after Shorty.

: : - - -

: : "Hi. My name is MichaelsonÖ General Michaelson."
: : Michaelson and Goodsport shook hands.
: : "Hey Goodsport, I was sent here to give you instructions on your next mission," Michaelson continued.
: : "Yes sir," Goodsport replied, "I live with my little buddy Shorty who knows how to driveÖ and he is only thirteen. I taught him myself. He travels frequently with me. Can he come along?"
: : "Ahh," pondered Michaelson, "he will be allowed to go with you if he has a high enough IQ to drive."
: : "Yeah, he's something," said Goodsport, "except that he can be a smart-aleck at times."
: : "Oh, I see," Michaelson answered, "anyways, hereÖ I have something for you."
: : Michaelson handed Goodsport a manila envelope with the words 'For Your Eyes Only' printed on them.
: : "What's this?" Goodsport asked.
: : "Your instructions, Goodsport. Shorty may see them, but no one else besides you and him can give any information whatsoever about what is in that envelope. It is highly confidential. After you are done reading and memorizing it, destroy it."
: : Goodsport stuffed it in his briefcase.
: : "Okay, sir. See you aroundÖ hopefully," Goodsport concluded.
: : They both shook hands.

: : - - -

: : Short Round glided down the sidewalk on his skateboard, dodging people. Meanwhile Craig and his buddies were struggling to catch up.
: : Shorty board-hopped over a trash can. As he came down, he bumped into a pedestrian.
: : "Uh, excuse me. Sorry..." Shorty picked up his skateboard.
: : Craig and his flunkies were getting closer after Shorty's delay.
: : Shorty then skated into a less populated area. Craig and his gang were catching up even more!
: : "Here goes!" Shorty said to himself.
: : Shorty skated off the sidewalk and onto the street, grabbing the closest car's back bumper. Craig and his gang stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, watching Shorty get away.
: : "Yeah!" Shorty cheered to himself.
: : Shorty let go as the car was nearing a red light and skated toward the sidewalk.

: : - - -

: : Goodsport was driving down the street in his DeLorean. Traffic had backed him up. Apparently, a helicopter had been flying around searching for an ex-convictÖ Jim or James somethingÖ and cop cars had been everywhere. Supposedly, this convict was part of the DWO, according to Michaelson. Whoever he was must have had a real price on his head. But Goodsport didn't care. He was glad he didn't have to go after this James guy.
: : "If Michaelson or Micah asked me to go after him, I'd call in sick for a month. But I doubt I'd ever need to," Goodsport was sure of himself.
: : Suddenly a few punks had jaywalked in front of a car up ahead.
: : "Man," Goodsport began to himself, "they must be desperate!"
: : For some reason, the BMW caught Goodsport's attention. A guy in a trench coat had been behind the wheel. He looked like Don Stroud in a way. Goodsport noticed the guy had a ring on his finger. Goodsport looked at the crystal ring on his right hand.
: : "Identical!" Goodsport said to himself, "Far out."
: : Goodsport's attention had still been on the mysterious trench coat guy. The guy's passenger side window had rolled down. Goodsport did the same.
: : "Sir?" the man asked.
: : "Yeah?" Goodsport replied.
: : "Do you know where Lyon Estates is?" the guy asked.
: : "Past Twin Pines mall in Hill Valley," Goodsport said.
: : "Thanks," the man said as he closed his window.
: : Anytime, Goodsport thought.

: : - - -

: : "Good, I lost 'em," Shorty thought, riding up to the back door of the school.
: : Shorty walked into the hall.
: : "Why didn't I get up any earlier?" Shorty asked himself.
: : "Hey Shorty!" a voice boomed from behind.
: : "Huh?" Shorty turned around.
: : "You're late again. What happened?" the female voice inquired.
: : "Oh, it was Craig again. He chased me home. I didn't finish his homework. He's a complete asshole!" Shorty was pissed.
: : "It's okay. Come on in class, you're late."

: : - - -

: : "Mr. Round, you are late!" the British teacher said.
: : "I had a little trouble on the way down," replied Shorty.
: : "What kind of trouble?" asked the teacher.
: : "Uh... well, I was chased by these punks agai--"
: : "Mr. Short Vincent John Round!" the teacher exclaimed. "This is the seventeenth time you made that excuse this school year!"
: : "But I--"
: : "No more excuses! Go to the principal's office!"

: : - - -

: : Goodsport went up the stairs and into the apartment room. He threw his jacket on the back of the door, kicked his shoes off and plopped onto the couch. He opened up the manila envelope, which had a map of Peru in it. While reading the papers for an hour, Goodsport discovered that people had been raiding museums in South America in search of two halves of a powerful crystal. They believed that if they found both halves of the crystal and put them in some sort of a religious ceremony, that they would become invincible, like in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
: : "In the words of Shorty," thought Goodsport, chuckling to himself " 'this is some scary crap' !"

: : - - -

: : Short Round was sitting in the principal's office.
: : "So, you're making up all these excuses just so you can sleep late, huh?" the principal asked.
: : "No, really! These punks chased me!" Shorty said.
: : "OkayÖ who?" 
: : "Craig and his gang--" Shorty replied.
: : "Craig!" the principal exclaimed, "Leave my nephew alone! Stop bothering people, and my nephew Craig would never harm a fly!"
: : "He'd harm a bull, though!" Shorty mumbled.
: : "What!?" the principal fumed, "You're expelled. Take your skateboard and get out!"

: : - - -

: : The principal thumbed the microphone on his desk.
: : "Craig T. Nelson, come to the principal's office," he waited.
: : The door opened as Craig walked in alone, without his buddies.
: : "Yes uncle?" Craig asked.
: : "You did your job well, Craig," the principal began, "and you will be rewarded."
: : A grin spread across Craig's face. The principal opened up his drawer and took the fake contents out. A pink glow came from the secret apartment. He picked out a precious gem the size and shape of a football. Its ends were pointy.
: : "I think we are going to have to book passage to Peru soon..."

: : - - -

: : The door to the apartment slammed. 
: : "Whoa, what's the matter Shorty?" Goodsport asked.
: : "I got kicked out of school because of Craig!" Shorty was pissed.
: : "No way!?" Goodsport agreed with Shorty.
: : "Craig got pissed and chased me, and I was late for school. They thought I was lying. So that's how it isÖ"
: : "Well, put those troubles behind you, Shorty," Goodsport announced, "we got hired for a mission by the agency."
: : "Cool!" Short Round said.
: : "You're coming along too. We're going to Peru," Goodsport said.
: : "When?"
: : "Tomorrow. HereÖ you'll have to read this though."
: : Goodsport handed Shorty the envelope.

: : - - -

: : Shorty and Goodsport moved their way to board the plane. After waiting in line, they finally seated themselves.
: : Right behind them was a man with the same build as the principal. Garbed in a black Fedora, trench coat, and wire frame glasses, he lowered his Gun and Ammo magazine slightly to where only his eyes were showing.
: : "Craig," the principal said, "I was rightÖ they're here."

: : - - -

: : "This is it, Shorty. Our first mission!" Goodsport said.
: : "Yeah, this is gonna be cool!" Short Round jumped in his seat.
: : "Attention passengers." the stewardess said, "our in-flight movie today will be Back to the Future with Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd."
: : Shorty reclined in his seat.
: : "Yep, this is gonna be cool," Shorty whispered to himself.

: : -----

: : Chapter 2 [The Next Chapter] (written by Goodsport)

: : "I don't get it," Short Round announced, glancing from the top of the map to the bottom, "the guy at the museum in Lima said that the Fountain would be here!"
: : Goodsport turned around. "Shorty, these maps are never accurate to the exact inch. Besides, in these tunnels, it could be anywhere!"
: : The two explorers continued down the cold, dry mountain tunnel. They were no closer to finding the Fountain of Youth than when they arrived on top of the Andes Mountains several hours earlier.
: : Goodsport slowly illuminated the map with his own flashlight as Short Round asked, "Why are we looking for the Fountain of Youth? Aren't we going after some crystal?"
: : "Yup!" replied Goodsport, "But the ancient texts we found in the museum stated something about a crystal being found next to the Fountain of Youth. I couldn't get all of it, since my Spanish isn't that goodÖ only what little I learned in high school!"
: : "Geez, that long ago, huh?!?" gasped Short Round, "But didn't that Ponce de Leon dude search for the Fountain somewhere in Florida or Puerto Rico or wherever?"
: : Goodsport flashed a grin. "So, you do stay awake in class once in a while!" Seeing Short Round shoot a dirty look at him, Goodsport continued, "de Leon never found it in either place he looked, which could be because he searched in the wrong places. Besides, the satellite photos Michaelson gave me spotted a source of water somewhere inside this mountain."
: : "No way, dude!" Short Round proclaimed, "Satellites could see inside mountains now?!?"
: : Goodsport nodded as they rounded a corner. "Well, with infra-red and such."
: : "You hear that?" Short Round ran up several feet and perked up his ears. "Sounds like a stream!"
: : His elder companion flashed his flashlight forward as the two rushed up the tunnel in front of them.

: : - - -

: : The two men peered around the corner, surveying their prey through the dark tunnel.
: : "Guillermo, it seems like we're almost there!" the fat Peruvian said.
: : His slimmer companion shushed him to be quiet, waving at him with the photographs in his hand. "Quiet, Astacio, or they will hear us!"
: : "They would have heard us by now!" Astacio replied, glancing at Guillermo. "The Boss wants us to follow them. When they find the Fountain, they find the first half of the crystal. And when they find the crystalÖ"
: : The sentence was broken by the sound beeping from Guillermo's belt.
: : "Guillermo here," he answered, his ear close to the walkie-talkie.
: : "Did you find them?" the deep, booming voice of the Boss asked from the walkie-talkie's mouthpiece, "I can't wait out here in the helicopter all day!"
: : Guillermo nodded his head. "Sir, don't worry! We spotted them. They look like they are very close!"
: : "Good!" answered the Boss, "Don't forget about the photos."
: : Guillermo glanced quickly at the somewhat older photographs of the two explorers they were shadowing. "No, boss. If they find the Fountain, we push them inÖ"
: : "Öand take them out when they are young enough not to be able to resist, yet still old enough to tell us what they know about the crystal-halves!" the Boss finished the sentence.
: : Both Guillermo and Astacio glanced at the pictures in Guillermo's hand, confused at their superior's request. "Sir, are you sureÖ"
: : "Enough!" boomed the other end of the walkie-talkie, "Find them quickly. Out!"
: : The walkie-talkie chirped, indicating that the connection was cut. Guillermo clipped it back onto his belt.
: : The two men readied their revolvers as they quietly headed up the tunnel.

: : - - -

: : The narrow tunnel turned into an enormous cavern. Stalactites hung from the ceiling as the thick ice covering the walls made the entire cavern look chillier than it really was. Goodsport and Short Round gawked at the sheer size of the cavern, as they slowly marched forward. In the middle of the cavern was a bubbling fountain of water, surrounded by a swaying pond.
: : Goodsport and Short Round compared each other's satellite photos. They both agreed that they found what they were looking for.
: : "Okay, so where's the crystal?" Short Round pondered aloud.
: : Goodsport leaned over the Fountain. "I'm not even sure what the connection between the Fountain and the crystal is yet!"
: : The sudden 'ping' knocked Goodsport forcefully into the pond.
: : "GOODSPORT!" screamed Short Round. He turned around quickly to see two locals with revolvers sneak into the same entrance that they did. One of the locals' revolvers was smoking.

: : - - -

: : The winds were picking up on the mountaintop. If the two didn't come back soon, the Boss knew, the helicopter would have to fly off without them.

: : - - -

: : Short Round turned again to grab a younger-looking Goodsport out of the pond 
: : "No, senor!" Guillermo bear-hugged Short Round, "We need him as young as in the picture!"
: : Astacio lifted his revolver straight at Short Round's face. "We only need one of them to answer questions!"
: : As the lever was pulled pack on the revolver, Short Round kicked his foot back right into Guillermo's groin. As Guillermo let go, Short Round ducked just in time to avoid Astacio's bullet, which instead hit Guillermo in the chest. Guillermo's body splashed right into the pond.
: : Short Round body-slammed Astacio straight into the pond. Running on their bodies as a 'bridge', Short Round reached Goodsport and picked him up.
: : "Man, you've lost weight since a few minutes ago!" joked Short Round, as he suddenly saw a glint in pond.
: : A gurgling Astacio was turning his body around to grab Short Round's leg. Short Round stepped on Astacio's arm, stretching it out enough for Shorty to reach into the water and pull out the source of the glint.
: : "My God!" Short Round gasped, holding half of the crystal in one hand, and Goodsport in the other.
: : Feeling one of his 'bridges' standing up, Short Round gave a swift kick to Astacio's now-youthful face, knocking him out.
: : Running back onto solid ground, Short Round pocketed the crystal and scooped up the photographs Guillermo had dropped a few moments ago.
: : "Stop crying!" Short Round demanded of the now-lighter Goodsport. A moment later, the ground shook violently. Looking back, Short Round glanced to the far end of the cavern, only to see a giant boulder rolling to greet him.
: : "Well, I've always wanted to be like Indy!" revealed Short Round to a wailing Goodsport, the ground shaking harder as the stalactites began to fall. Short Round took off for the entrance he had entered, with the boulder in hot pursuit.

: : - - -

: : "So, did you give them the photos I asked you to?" the Boss asked his pilot, Enrique.
: : Enrique flashed a toothy smile. "Of course, sir!"
: : The Boss glanced slowly at the photos in his pilot's hands. "Then what are those?"
: : "These are the other photos you gave me. Extras, I guess."
: : "IDIOT!" the Boss gasped in horror, pointing at the photos, "You were supposed to give them those ones! The ones you gave them were too old!"
: : Enrique glanced at his reflection on the cockpit window. "Uh-oh!"
: : The ground began shaking furiously.
: : "TAKE OFF!!! TAKE OFF!!!" the Boss demanded, as Enrique desperately started the helicopter's engines.

: : - - -

: : Barely keeping his balance, Short Round reached the end of the tunnel. He gasped as he saw the tunnel led to the side of the mountain, with a drop straight down to the ground a ways below.
: : "Must've taken a wrong turn at the last intersection," Short Round mentioned to Goodsport, who was now clutching Short Round's jacket tightly.
: : The sound of a distant helicopter jerked Short Round's head upwards. "I didn't know there was a 'copter nearby!"
: : Then realizing the connection, Short Round lifted the photographs that he had in his other hand. He looked at the <A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Arena/4871/baby.jpg">picture of Goodsport</A> that looked just like the Goodsport now in his arms. "How did they expect him to answer any questions in that state?" Shorty asked himself.
: : The ground's suddenly violent shaking interrupted Short Round's thoughts. He swiveled around to see the boulder rolling closer and closer through the tunnel.
: : Short Round then glanced forward to the tunnel exit's sudden drop.
: : "Stuck between a rock and a hard place!" Short Round thought, ironically.

:  - - -

: Chapter 3 [The Portal Surprise] (Written by Short Round)

: Short Round looked at the chopper and back at the boulder. Shorty quickly looked down at the big drop then remembered something. Shorty set Goodsport down and started recoiling rope that was on the bottom lip of the hole, on the side of the mountain. Strapping a few things to his ankle he picked up Goodsport again. The chopper was getting lower and closer to them with a few gunwielding  men at the ready. Shorty turned back to see the boulder only a few yards away!
: "AAAHHHHH!" Shorty yelled.
: Shorty jumped by reaction as the boulder went over the side, almost making contact with Shorty and Goodsport.

: BOOM!
: The boulder crashed into the chopper and made an explosion so powerful Shorty and Goodsport felt the heat. Shorty was flying down that mountain at top speed. Wreckage came down all around him. Some of them were close enough where Shorty could feel the heat again. Soon less wreckage came down as the ground startewd coming at them. A sudden jerk occured as the cord's length ended.They weren't too far from the ground. Shorty un-attatched himself and got to the floor with Goodsport clutching his jacket, eyes tightly closed.

: Shorty put Goodsport in the passenger seat of their Subaru Outback and buckled him in.
: "It's ok little buddy." Shorty started. "Hopefully we might find a way to reverse the effects."
: Suddenly, Goodsports attention focused on something in the woods.
: "What is it?" Shorty asked himself.
: Shorty stared at where Goodspot was staring at and noticed the growling sound of engines.
: "Holy geez!"
: Shorty grabbed his Colt Peacemaker and closed the door. He went to the drivers door which was open, and he used it as a shield against whoever it could be.

: Shorty suddenly seen the figure of two jeeps with a guy in each skylight. They all stopped when Shorty was in site, armed and ready.
: "Come out of dere!" the accented man commanded Shorty.
: Shorty came out with his hands raised in the air.
: "What do you want from me?" Shorty nervuosly asked.
: "The crystal! We want the crystal, and NOW!" The middle man barked.
: "You want it huh? I'll give it to you!" Shorty said.
: They were confused, but joyous that Shorty had changed his mind.
: A jeep pulled in from behind Shorty.
: "Here is your crystal, pal!"
: Shorty jerked his left arm forward and the Colt Peacemaker came out of his sleeve. He aimed it at the driver of one of the jeeps and fired two shots. It hit the driver and he came over his wheel, as did his foot over the pedal. He started to drive forward un-controlably.
: "Oh sh--" Shorty was interrupted as it came closer, making him jump out of the way.
: The jeep hit the other jeep, both of them blowing up.
: "Come on, come on!" Shorty quickly started up the jeep, pulled out and drove quickly into a path just as the other guy in the jeep skylight started to fires, missing of course.

: The jeep rammed Shorty's along the path and got up in front of him. Shorty swirved to the right to get past,  and the jeep blocked him. He tried to go to his left and the jeep blocked him yet again. Shorty wwent quickly back to the right and the jeep was anxious to beat him to it. Shorty pulled to the left, halfway through and go to the side of the jeep and rammed it! The guy in the skylight was jerked around and misfired on the hood of Shorty's car.
: "Eeeesh!" Shorty exclaimed.
: The gunman started firing yet again and missed, but was moving his line of fire closwer to the car!
: "Here goes!" Shorty said.
: Shorty put on the breaks and let the other jeep whiz past him! The jeep stopped it's breaks and swirved around towards Shorty's jeep again. Shorty swirved his and cut into the woods, off the path trying to beat it to the other side.
: "Go!" The gunman barked.
: The driver grabbed, and spoke into his CB. He then advanced towards Shorty's jeep.

:  - - -

: A pilot had sat in his helicopter in the main and temporary 'base'
: "I veed you. I vill be there soon. ovah." The accented pilot called his men who jumped into the  chopper with their rifles loaded and ready, as was them.

:  - - -

: Shorty went down the rough hill trying to make it to the other side of the trail with his pursuers not too far behind. Shorty looked into the side view mirror. He then jumped as a tree took it off. 
: "Perfect!" Shorty said.
: Shorty looked to see the other one not there, yet he still had his rear view mirror. Shorty dodged trees and falling branches while the pursuers' bullets hit the trees surrounding them. Shorty looked int the rear view mirror to see the gunman taking out the worst in a time like this - A bazooka!
: "Oh jeesh!" Shorty got off onto the path finally.
: The sound of helicopter propellars sounded not too far behind, finding them above on the path.
: "Perfect!" Shorty exclaimed. "Just what I need."
: Shorty noticed that the path up the head was just one huge turn - and long. Suddenly, the chopper began firing, coming closer to Shorty on every shot. The chopper stopped firing as the other jeep came into the trail again. The gunmans finger was on the bazookas trigger about to fire when Shorty made the turn. The other jeep made the sharp turn making the gunman jerk around and misfire the missile into the air! The missile hit the chopper, making it blow up! Debris rained down on them like asteroids. Shorty seen in his rear view mirror, debris come down on the pursuer's jeep, making the gunman duck into the jeep again.
: "HAHA!" Shorty chuckled to himself.
: Suddenly a piece of debris landed on his hood.
: "Whoa!" Shorty exclaimed.
: Suddenly, the landing spear from the bottom of the chopper landed on the ground in front of Shorty. He veered to the right to aviod it and almnost ran into the other one when it landed in front of him again. He veered to the right again, cutting into the woods like before again.
: "No, not again!" Shorty was jittery as he dodged trees.
: Shorty came up on the path again. He noticed it was the long turn again. He held the steering wheel to the left, and kept the turn going.
: "Come on come on!" Shorty was racing to beat the guys behind him.
: The gun man had his rifle ready again. Shorty came off the path and turned quickly to the opposite directiong of the turn as the gunman fired. The gunman shot Shorty's rear lights by inches! 
: The driver picked up his CB and spoke into it again, this time calling reinforcements.
: "Oh no, I hope it's not another 'copter!" Shorty said to himself.
: They were on a long stretch of road this time. The gunman pulled out his bazooka again.
: "Let's see if you bastards can do ninety." 
: Shorty went on full throttle.
: "Go go!" The gunman yelled as Shorty's jeep got farther and farther.
: He fired the bazooka. It hit a tree as Shorty went past it - too close.
: The jeep went through the fire, scorching the gunman to flames.
: "Alright!" Shorty cheered.
: Shorty grabbed his Peacemaker and looked out the window and fired three shots at the driver. The jeep flipped over as it veered off a rock. Shorty stopped the jeep.
: He got out and went near the other one just as car engines sounded in the woods. He only had one bullet left!
: "Here goes nothing!" Shorty fired the last bullet at the gas tank of the over turned jeep.
: BOOM!
: The jeep exploded in flames, making Shorty fly back and go the window of his Subaru.
: "Yes!" Shorty cheered as he got back in the drivers seat and pulled out. 
: The other men were blocked by the flaming inferno.

:  - - -

: 11:21 P.M.
: Shorty's jeep drove through the night, Goodsport was sound asleep like the baby he was at the moment. Shorty was trying to find where they had set up the trailer base. Shorty pulled up to a huge wreckage.
: "No. This can't be happening!" Shorty was pissed.
: That means the Doc, Michaelson, and John had been dead

:  - - -

: It was the evening the next day, Shorty had been driving all night and day. Shorty pulled up to a larger area where a tent had been. He noticed a few familiar things.
: "Doc!" Shorty yelled as he jumped out of the jeep.
: "Doc! Doc! Come here, quick!" Shorty yelled on the top of his lungs.
: Doctor Hose stepped out of the tent and seen Shorty.
: "You're still alive!" Both of them said at the same time.
: "Doc, this is important. About Goo--" Shorty was interrupted.
: "Where is Goodsport!?" Hose demanded.
: "Well he's--" Shorty was interrupted yet again.
: "What happened to the jeep!?" Hose was in shock.
: "We were attacked by terrorists. And we got this..." Shorty pulled out the crystal and handed it to the doc.
: "You found it! You finally found it!" The doc was in shock.
: Indiana John and Michaelson came from the tent.
: "Shorty! Where's Goodsport..." Michaelson looked in the jeep window.
: "Who is this baby?" Michaelson was confused.
: "It's Goodsport!" Shorty finally was able to say.
: "Goodsport? How can that baby be Goodsport?" Indiana John asked.
: "We found the Fountain!" Shorty said.
: "You found it!?" The doc and Michaelson both said.
: "And Goodsport fell in by the terrorists, or should we say, 'attempting raiders.'" Shorty was out of breath.
: "So you got a terrorist attack too huh?" John asked. "They raided our trailer, so we made a run for it in one of their stolen jeeps."
: "Lets go in, talk about it during dinner please," Shorty started. "I'm hungry."

:  - - -

: It was early in the morning, Shorty was sleeping in bed, Goodsport in a metal half-pod like device since there was nothing else to put his chubby little body in. Shorty jerked awake at the sound of gunfire!
: "AAAAHHHHH!!!" Shorty jerked his head up.
: He got up and put his pants on, then slipped his now loaded Colt Peacemaker in his belt. Doc and Michaelson was knealing behind the jeep as John had not been in sight.
: "Doc, what's going on!?" A worried Shorty asked.
: "They're here!" Doc replied, firing anothing round. 
: The jeeps were getting closer, and a helicopter came out. They were doomed.

: The terrorists had the crystal from John already, before Doc and Michaelson shot the first three jeeps out, letting John run into the woods.

: "I'll lead them into the woods for an ambush! You guys take out the others!" Michaelson said.
: Michaelson ran into view and dodged bullets. He exchanged a few shots and got on driver. A couple of others followed him as planned.
: "I'm surprised he doesn't get himself killed!" Shorty exclaimed.
: "It wouldn't do us no good!" Doc said. "I'm going out there!"
: "Are you crazy!?" Shorty yelled at doc.
: "No, I'm not crazy, I'm going out there!" Doc replied.
: "You're gonna get yourself killed out there dude!"Shorty said.
: "Maybe, but not today." Doc ran from behind the car.
: "Doc wait!" Shorty yelled.
: The doc ran in front of the jeeps and fired at a driver, and got him. He ran behind a tree as others advanced and fired like in war. Shorty came up, and using the jeep as a shield, he fired through the windows and instead of getting the drivers, he tried getting the gunners and any other person wielding guns, trying to cut the Doc a little slack. The doc came out from behind the tree bravely and before he can fire, a bullet collided into his right arm, then his left thigh, then his left shoulder! The doc plummeted to the floor.
: "No Doc!" Shorty yelled as he ran from behind the jeep.
: The gunman who were left, turned around and started to fire at Shorty! Shorty jumped behind the jeep again as bullets hit it! Shorty jumped into the car and exchanged rounds with his opponents, keeping them where they were. Taking the keys from his jeans pocket, Shorty put them in the ignition. Bullets hit the bumper which triggered the airbag! Bullets came and hit the airbag!
: "AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shorty yelled in agony as his left arm got burned!
: He stepped on the pedal and jumped out of the jeep as it crashed into another jeep, forcing it back!
: "Lets see how you like it!" Shorty said firing bullets.
: They hit the bumper of a jeep and the airbag came up. Shorty fired at the airbag repeatedly also hitting the driver.
: He had two bullets left!
: "Oh great!" Shiorty exclaimed as the last jeep, with the crystal, fired at him like anything. Shorty!

: Shorty ran into the tent as bullets pierced the tent like a pin-cushion. Shorty jumpd over the metal table, grabbing Goodsport before bullets came into it. Luckily it a was a steel proffessors work table. The hanging light from above fell and landed on Shorty's leg.
: "AAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!" Shorty was in more agony. A burnt left arm, jumping out of the moving jeep, and now a lantern landing on Shorty's leg. He couldn't make it. Shorty looked out from the opening of the tent as the jeep was coming toward it. Shorty fired his last two shots at it, the last bullet hitting the driver. The driver went limp over the wheel and the jeep went faster towards the tent!
: "OH NO!" Shorty yelled.
: Shorty ran under the tent under the other side as the jeep crashed into the tent! Shorty fell half way down the hill as the jeep flew over him like a plane! The jeep plummeted headfirst into the river!

: Shorty was on the ground helpless. Soon, the gunman who had survived, swam to shore with the crystal towards Shorty. Shorty looked up at him - It was Craig!
: "Shorty, Shorty, Shorty..." Craig said. "Finally, I have you now!"
: Craig kicked Shorty in the stomach and then repeatewdly punched him in the arm. He then kicked Shorty in the face. He walked away with the crystal...

:  - - -

: A light appeared. The figure of Gandalf stood before Shorty.
: "You must stop him..." Gandalf said calmly.
: "Who are you?" Shorty strived to say.
: "My name is Gandalf." Gandalf said.
: Shorty looked at his ring which was now glowing.
: "How do you expect me to stop him?" Shorty asked.
: "Stand up." Gandalf commanded.
: Shorty amazingly stood up.
: "What about Goodsport?" Shorty asked.
: Gandalf gestured towards Goodsport. Shorty looked at Goodsport, who was his regular age again.
: "But how--" Shorty looked to see Gandalf wasn't there.
: <I>Now you must stop them...</I> Gandalf's voice said as the surrounding area exploded in light. As it simmered down Shorty and Goodsports stood on a support beam above a crowd of people. In front of them was a temple, with Craig, and someone else standing beside the principal in ceremonial garb. Dr. Hose was there in chains and shackles. There was an acid pit moat in front of them , and the two crystals lay near eachother, connecting like a puzzle.
: "Oh great, what do we do now?" Shorty asked.
: "Create a diversion." Goodsport replied.
: "How?" Shorty said again.
: "Follow me." Goodsport gestured to Shorty.

: They walked across the support beam towards a chandelear. 
: "Ok, Shorty" Goodsport started. "See that rope?" Goodsport pointed.
: "Yeah." Shorty replied.
: "Ok, go get it and bring it back to me." Goodsport commanded.
: "Right..." Shorty moved towards it swiftly and grabbed it, then brang it back to Goodsport.
: Goodsport had a chain that was nearby and connected it to the chain that was holding the chandelear.
: "Ok Shorty, tie this tightly to the support beam, got me?" Goodsport asked.
: "I got it!" Shorty went and tightly tied the chain to the support beam. Meanwhile, Goodsport was making a noose at each end of the long rope, and put one around the neck of the chandelear and put himself through the other one.
: "Ok Shorty," Goodsport began. "I'm going to stay on this support beam right? I want you to anothere support beam, and if you can reach the chain I want you to untie it. I  mean the chain that was holding the chandelear before. And as the chandelear jerks down a little, it might break the support beam and when it does, the chandelear will lift me over the acid pit to where the sacrifice is, got it?"
: "Every bit of it pal." Shorty replied.
: Goodsport sat to the readon the suppot beam.
: "Oh and Goodsport." Shorty asked.
: "Yeah?" Goodsport replied.
: "Be careful, please." Shorty said.
: "I will." Goodsport russled Shorty's hair.

: Shorty walked to the other support beam, and laying on his stomach, he stretched his hand towards the chain. His face turned red as he strained himself to getting the chain. He finally reached it and yanked hard on it. The chandelear came down a couple of feet and jerked as the other chain connecting to the support beam and the original chain held it. The support beam started to crack, and then split in two. As the support beams one half started to fall, the chandelead went up again and Goodsport swung across the moat and landed near the crystals. As he attempted to make the grab, Craig jumped on him.
: "You two just won't give up will you?" Craig menacingly said.
: Goodsport gave a chop on the side of Craig's neck and Craig fell back. 
: "Alright Goodsport!" Shorty cheered from above.
: "Get him!" The principal yelled.
: Different people in ceremonial garb ran towards Goodsport and trampled him. Goodsport kicked and punched the ones he could, off him. He was able to get up and wailed his hands, knocking off a few people. Goodsport ran and grabbed one of the ceremonial candles and waved it at his attackers. From behind, Craig was sneaking up on Goodsport with a knife in the stabbing stance.
: "Oh great!" Shorty said to himself.
: Shorty looked around and looked for something that may be useful. He ran down the support beam, and ran, then jumped across the pit of acid and onto land. Shorty tackled Craig to the floor and punched him. Craig back handed Shorty off. Craig jumped on Shorty, choking him. Shorty head butted Craig and kicked him off him, into the deadly acid!
: "Ewwwww." Shorty looked away as Craig fell in.
: "You!" The principal yelled. "You're mine!"
: The principal jumped on Shorty! Shorty's face turned red as he got choked by the principal. Shorty's ring started to glow as did Goodsports. Everyone was blind by it. The rocks started to glow as well. A beam came from the tips of them, and ten feet away, they made a portal.
: "Yes!" The principal shouted. "The doorway to the world of Pomojema, and time has been opened to me! I will be powerful!" The principal walked through it.
: <I>Go, go.</I> A voice said to Goodsport and Shorty.
: They both ran into the portal. They arrived in a swamp-like planet. The portal closed. They were trapped in Pomojema. A lost world.

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