To The Circus
By Regalo3000
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So, the kid was a genius, what difference did it make, he was still a brat. So, the kid was dying of cancer, he still needed to learn some manners. The kid was a genius, he was rich, he had cancer, and he was a brat that needed to learn some manners. The thing was that he had asked that Buckaroo himself escort him to the circus, it was his last request as it were, and he had made sure the whole world knew about it. And how could Buckaroo possibly turn him down.
The limousine pulled up to the Institute's gates and a door opened. The press took photos as the bald-headed kid leaned out and smiled at Buckaroo. Wow, it's you, it's really you! C'mon, Buckaroo, get in!
Buckaroo stepped into the three-car-long limousine. The door closed and the car took off. Where to? asked the limo driver over the intercom.
Ice cream, said the kid, you know where.
Dennis, said Buckaroo. Is there anything special you'd like to do besides go to the circus?
I'd like to parachute from an airplane, said the boy.
That's way too dangerous, said Buckaroo. Without proper training it can kill you.
Who the hell cares, I'm gonna die anyway. I thought you were gonna be fun. I thought you'd let me see your private jet.
That wasn't part of the plan --
-- to hell with the plan! The circus was just a way to get a hold of you! Actually, I hate the circus! If you think I'm going to a circus, you're out of your mind!
The press is expecting us, Banzai reminded him. You were the one who worked the press up into this frenzy of excitement.
I wanna learn how to shoot a gun, my father never let me try.
That is also out of the question, said Buckaroo. Look, kid, let's not waste our time. Let's just go to the circus --
-- Too late, screamed the kid, opening a pack of gum and beginning to chew annoyingly.
Why is it too late? asked Buck.
Hanoi Xan knows where we are, sang the boy. Ha ha ha ha!
How would Xan know where we are?
I told him, said the boy. I e-mailed him. We're great buddies. Xan is on his way.
Buckaroo touched the intercom. Driver, is this limousine on its way to the circus or not?
We're stopping for ice cream first, then the circus, said the driver. Sure, we're going to the circus.
No, screamed the boy. To hell with the circus!
Sorry, Master Dennis, but your father gave me specific instructions.
To hell with my father!
It was then that the machineguns began firing upon the bullet-proof limousine. Buckaroo could see several Ninjas outside with their weapons. One of them pulled out a bazooka! Incoming, screamed Buckaroo, and he leapt on top of the boy who yelled, Weeeeeeee, this is fun!
The explosion forced the limousine into the air, it flipped over and hit the ground with great force! A Strike Team helicopter suddenly appeared in the sky and strafed the ground killing several Ninjas, the rest ran for cover.
As the battle went on outside, Buckaroo let go of the boy that was in his arms and was about to ask him if he were okay. But the boy was silent, his eyes closed. The driver spoke to Buckaroo over the intercom. They're retreating, he said. How's the kid?
Dead, said Buckaroo. And he was telling the truth. The kid was indeed dead, but, there was a hint of a smile on the boy's face. So, you did get your wish, to be in an adventure, didn't you?
A television set suddenly lit up and Buckaroo could see the boy's face on the screen. Hi, Buckaroo, I hope it was as much fun for you as it was for me. Thank you for coming with me to the circus.
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