Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Cunnigham 9th grade Ninja. 

I'm not late YET!" Randy announced loudly to himself as ran through the school building, looking for his class, 216. He looked up at the big blue clock at the end of the hallway, 8:32, three minutes left. Randy started running faster, desperate to get to class on time.

"NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" Principal Slimovitz exclaimed.

"Ugh...I'm going to be late..." Randy complained as he continued to speed walk towards his class. Randy turned the corner and started looking for his class. "212...214...216! FINALLY!" He silently opened the back room door and scanned the room for Ms. Driscoll.

"Doug?" Ms. Driscoll called.

"H-here, Ms. Driscoll."

"Howard?"

"I'm here."

"Randy?"

Randy quickly slumped in his chair, "Here!" Randy smiled. Ms. Driscoll, looked over her papers, eyeing him. "Good job, you aren't late for once."

"Now then class, where did we leave off on Friday? OH-yes, the ORGANS." She chirped as she turned toward the board. The children booed and groaned in protest while they reluctantly opened their books.

Howard leaned towards Randy.

"Cunningham! What took you so long!?" He whispered.

"Bucky," Randy grunted, "Flute Girl didn't want to go to the dance with him, and he got upset. But I can't believe he threw me out the window like that." Randy rubbed his bruised arm, trying to find a comfortable way to sit.

"Wait, he asked Flute girl to the dance? The dance is like, two months away." Howard stated.

"Yeah, I know, I don't get it either." Howard shook his head "You got to do something about him, he's like a dark energy beam for that old freak to control."

Randy agreed. "I know, but what can I do? I can't just get rid-" Randy paused and looked up at Howard, "I know what to do, but you aren't going to like it...."

Howard though for a moment, what did he hate the most? Stevens? That's not it. P.E.? That's not it either, the Nomicon?

"NO! THAT DUMB NERDY THING IS A FUN WRECKER! YOU HEAR ME! FUN WRECKER!" Howard angrily whispered, completely refusing to corporate.

"Hey, don't be like that, I mean, you don't have a better idea, do you?" Randy said while he patted Howard on the back, trying to get him to calm down. "...fine, but make it quick." Randy pulled the book out of his bag and placed it on the table.

"Time to get rid of a problem..." He opened the book, and the last thing he saw before he was sucked in was Howard's face rolling his eyes at him.

~In the fancy-dancy Nomicon~

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Randy screamed as he fell through the pages and doodle clouds, the roughly hitting the paper made pavement face first.

"Ugh, thank cheese this isn't real." Randy got up and looked around himself.

"A theater?" There was around seven rows of red sets, all filled but one in the very front. Randy started walking toward the seats in the front row, feeling awkward by the fact that everyone was just staring him as he sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the curtains were lifted. Three boys were there, playing and laughing, like normal kids, having fun, but it started getting dark with black fog, and the laughing and talking stopped. All that could be heard was small short bursts of screams. Everything became silent, and the fog lifted, to reveal an evil old man. In one hand, the old man was holding a knife to one of the children's throat, and in the other, he was holding a poster of the famous hero, the Ninja. The old man started waving the poster roughly, letting all to see, as if he was trying to lure the Ninja. After a few seconds, the old man grew impatient and started moving the knife closer to the boy, but then, he stopped and looked up at one of the child's friend. The child pulled out a red and black mask, the Ninja's mask, and wore it. The old man let the other child go, and the curtains fell back down. Over the curtains, written in white, 'A life is far more important than an identity.' Randy looked at it, puzzled.

"What the juice Nomicon? How is this supposed to get rid of Bucky?" The crowd started loudly booing him. As soon as he stood up, the floor underneath him crumbled, causing him to fall through.