Bob

   Note from Owen Tucker:  I’m writing a book!  All about my adventures.  Y’know, the ones with Wilfred, and Dave, and Howard.  So the things I put up here each week are going to be excerpts from that.  I don’t know what it’s going to be called yet, but I’m sure I’ll think of something suitably awesome. 
   Anyway, this basically means that I won’t be saying my name before every journal thingy entry.  I don’t know how you’ll survive without seeing my name, but I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.
   Here we go!

   Thus began the adventures of my traumatized trio (I couldn’t think of another would to go with “tri”)!  Oh, but before I get into any of that—I found that Dave has this cool morphing ability that lets him turn into whatever he wants.  So I had him turn into a ring and stuck him on my finger for convenience.
   Okay!  The adventure that I will unfold for you today started at my house.  I was taking Wilfred and Dave to go visit Howard.  Well, by Wilfred’s account, I wasn’t taking him.  He was just tagging along.  Whatever. 
   I was just walking out of my house, hadn’t even made it halfway down the sidewalk to the road, when a black car roared up and stopped with a really painful sounding squeal.  And guess who jumped out?  It was my Asian buddy—er—kidnapper.  His face a few more scars then in our last encounter, compliments of my squirrel friends, but besides that he looked fine and dandy. 
   Before he could take even one step up the sidewalk, though, I held out my hand. “Whoa, hang on there, pal.  Not a step further until you tell me your name.”
   He thought for a second, then shrugged. “My name Bob.”
   I sagged just a bit. “Really?  Bob?  Man.  With all this kidnapping, judo, and Asian look thingy, I was hoping you’d have one of those really awesome Chinese names or something.”
   Bob shook his head. “No.  I Bob.”
   “Well then, Bob, you’d better skedaddle out of here before I make you—disappear.”
   Bob laughed. “You no make disappear.  I make disappear.”
   He twirled his hand around in this cool twisty thingy and suddenly my feet left the ground and I was being pulled toward him.  Dude, Bob got magic too.  That explained a few things.  Didn’t make it acceptable though.
   I pointed my finger (the one with Dave on it) at Bob and said, “Powy!” leaving the interpretation of that up to Dave.  And he did a good job of it, if I do say so myself.  Bob flew back and slammed into his car hard enough to dent it. 
   “Ooo, that had to hurt,” I said.
   Bob just hit the ground and rolled around moaning for a while. 
   “Okay, Dave,” I brought the ring to eye level. “Can you take his magic from him?  I don’t think he knows how to use it right.”
   Dave flashed.  His connection and experience with magic is limited.  I should be able to remove it from him easily.
   “Then by all mean, do so.”
   A strange buzzing sound filled the air.  Kind of like that sound you hear when it’s completely silent.  It lasted for a few seconds, then faded away.
   Bob got to his feet, holding his sides, and glared at me.  He held the glare for a while, then frowned, looked down at his body, looked back up, and tried again.  I assumed he was trying to use magic and failed.  After a few more failed attempts he let out a frustrated yell.
   “Agh!  You pay for this, Owen Tucker!”
   Then he jumped back into his car and roared away. 

   The End!