Ninja Detective Treppy: Free Agent, Costly Time, by Thinkaman
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Treppy slid down the banister just in time: The hamsters were saved, and so were the crown jewels. "I should have known it was you!" cried an evil voice from above. "Only a detective could have found us, and only a ninja could have stopped us! Next time you will not be so lucky!" Treppy simply laughed his big, booming laugh as he disarmed the villain's little red bomb disguised as a diamond and put it in his pocket. The Malignant Mistro might have gotten away today, but the orphans and the Gaysian Pride were both safe; it was a happy sunset once again.
However, not everyone enjoys sunsets.
"TREPPY!" The voice of the captain boomed when Treppy's giant grin walked through the station doors, as only a voice of pure bureaucracy can. "I have had it with your persistent failure to apprehend your nemesis! I have no choice but to aimlessly dismiss you from the force!" The news hurt Treppy deep, even deeper than the Scooby-Doo movie. He summon some extra Gaysian Pride to hold the smile on his face and leave with dignity.
As he left, Treppy began to look on the bright side and count his blessings. They might take away his badge, but they could never take away his Gaysian Pride! He still had his oversized magnifying class, his full wardrobe of ninja attire, and most importantly, his close friends. Heck, wasn't this all he needed to fight crime? Who needs the force and their paperwork!"
From now on, Ninja Detective Treppy was on his own!
Treppy began to think... if he was an evil villain, what would HE do? Well, obviously, he would try to take out the source of the hero's power! ...could it be? Were they after his Gaysian Pride? The Malignant Mistro had said that he would "not be so lucky next time" after all... He needed someone to help him guard his secret... but who could he possibly trust? He certainly couldn't as for the force's help... Wait a sec, what about his personal friends?!?
Soon, a variety of STL smashers were being shown the SECRET GAYSIAN HIDEOUT in it's hidden location under the Arch. (Little did most STL inhabitants know that it was built not as a gateway to the West, but to provide for the secrecy of Ninja Detective Gaysians.) Geno, Deku, Legan, the gang was all present and ready to serve! At the slightest sign of trouble, hitting any of 17 alarms strategically placed around the hideout would cause Treppy's watch to play a medley of popular 70s songs, or the theme of Family Matters if it was BIG trouble!
Treppy left his hideout feeling more confident than ever. He could finally fight crime his way, with friends always watching his back! He started to do a little 2-step number down the sidewalk on the way to his next lead, when he was interrupted by his watch...
Family Matters.
Treppy rushed back to the hideout, only to find all the smashers tied up! All except...
"Dekuscrub!"
The obligatory traitor character laughed his obligatory traitor laugh. He held his fist high, clenching something important, while making obligatory villain taunts.
"You are useless without your Gaysian Pride, Treppy!" Surrender now, while you still have some dignity left!
Treppy thought hard, then made his decision. "Only if you let the others go!"
"Hmph! I don't see why not, they have no weapons, and I out-tier them all! They can leave, as long as you stay and suffer!" The innocents left with haste, looking fearful for our hero. "When did you realize that I was, in fact, the MALIGNANT MISTRO?!?" Deku took great pleasure in his triumph, enjoying every word of his gloating.
"Actually, ever since you tried to impersonate the captain and claim to fire me."
"...what?" Deku was too confused for rage. "Then why did you--"
"To lure out the only person who thought it was possible to take away my power; my Gaysian Pride comes from the heart!"
Suddenly, Treppy vanished in a small cloud of smoke. Stunned, confused, angry, furious, Deku looked at the all-too-familiar red gem in his hand, which he now noticed had a note attached.
"I'm yours!"
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An explosions rocked the area around the Arch, though the monument to Gaysians everywhere stood firm. The STL smashers, knocked to the ground by the blast, frantically scrambled around looking for Treppy, nowhere to be found. Right as they began to think all hope was lost, Thinkaman noticed the Ninja Detective insignia drawn in the fresh dirt. All was well.
"Hey Kyle," a jolly passing figure called out. "Put me in your next story."
"Will do, Jeff. Will do."
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guys i may be wrong but i think this is art wut do u think huh
Since I usually offend families and small children, lawl.
