A Pointless Tale

 Need I say more?

            A boy named Off Roads sat down and told them about the control board of the flashing red button. "Pushing it should take us back to the argument that is entitling it for your part in Latin Federal law."

            "Thank you. That made a lot of sense," they  answered.

            Immediately all the FBI agents ran off to the control board and pushed the flashing red button. But all it did was made them argue, for some reason. Then a strange man walked in the door.

            "I'm a Latin Federal law enforcer," he said in Latin. "And I'm afraid you'll have to come with me." For some reason, he had a toga on. The agents didn't understand him and tried to just walk away, so the Latin Federal law enforcer, or "Roman policeman" as they are sometimes called, was forced to knock them out.

            Then he ran to find Off Roads. "Buck, my boy," he panted, this time in English with a southern accent. "That was an amazing trap! Now those FBI agents are out of our hair. Let's go steal the Hope Diamond!"

            "Whatever you say, Mr. Skint," Buck replied in an equally southern accent. The two sneaked off to the museum where the Hope Diamond was being currently held. The instant that they grabbed the diamond, however, alarms went off. Mr. Skint solved this problem by immediately smashing the alarm sound box.

            "Good thinking, Mr. Skint!" Buck said admiringly, slinging the diamond in his knapsack.

            "Always consider every possibility, Buck my boy," Mr. Skint answered, running as fast as his legs would take him. They hitched a ride on an airplane and stowed away in the luggage compartment.

            Finally they arrived in a place called Odyssey. Just then they got a call on their cell phone.

            "Hello?" The voice was female. "Is this Mr. Notch?"

            "No. Who is this?" Buck asked, confused.

            "Hope. Hope Riley," she replied. "Who's this?"

            "Buck my boy -- I mean, Buck Oliver."

            "I don't know you. What are you doing with this phone?"

            Buck decided to fling the phone out the window of the bus, creating a cell phone-shaped hole. But then a teenager came running through, glanced over his shoulder, and grinned.

            "I was never here," he informed Mr. Skint and Buck. Then he jumped out the window.

            "Percy Jackson!" called a voice, and a girl with blond hair came running through. She looked mildly familiar. "For a daughter of Athena, he sure got me good," she muttered to herself. She saw the Percy-shaped hole in the window and sighed. She jumped through too, creating a teenage girl shaped hole.

            Buck and Mr. Skint followed, removing the window altogether.

            "Voldemort!" cried a voice. "You killed my parents! Prepare to die!"

            Mr. Skint and Buck whirled around to face a teenager with black hair and glasses, along with a red-haired boy and a girl.

            "I think not," Voldemort replied. "You shall die!"

            He blasted the black-haired kid, who fell backward. The other kids with him yelled, "HARRY! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

            Mr. Skint and Buck decided to get out of there. This town was just too weird. But then...

            "I HAVE THE POWER SPRAYER!"

            An evil-looking man jumped out of an alleyway. Finally, someone they knew. Or had heard about.

            "Dr. Regis Blackgaard!" they both exclaimed.

            And ran.

            Some strange things you can watch in amazement. Some strange things you can laugh at. Some strange things you can run very far away from.

            Is that the moral of this story? In fact, does this pointless story have a point without trying to make a point?

            Nah.

-President Fantasy :)