Jungle Bunny and I got right to work, first we needed some money to cover clothes and the transportation to where-ever had the highest gang population. After we *acquired* the money, we went out to buy some gang-ish clothes. We needed FUBU, Bandana�s, wife beaters, Everlast cutoffs, and a handy switch blade. In the end I basically looked like this.

Next we sat down to flesh out the plan. The plan was for me (Infant Launcher) to find a gang, infiltrate it, and work my way to the top and rule it with an iron fist. Then we decided on what kind of gang, we debated for a little while, but in the end we decided on a Latino prominent gang, that�s right, we were going to Los Angeles. By the time we finished planning the early rays of morning were filtering through the curtains, and the table between me and Jungle Bunny was littered with old pizza, crushed pop-cans, and 30 or so cocktail napkins covered with scribbled idea�s for our latest shenanigan. As I stood up and stretched, Dr. Claymore Wilkins and his friends came down stairs. The good doctor was taking off a rubber glove, on his way out he gave us a curt nod and his friends stared straight ahead looking as if they had just witnessed strange horrors. After they left I got up and flopped down on the couch and went to sleep. When I awoke Jungle Bunny was sitting at the table with MoG (who was sitting on a bag of ice). Jungle Bunny had already gone out and gotten the plane tickets, and packed all of the goods we would need. MoG stood up and proclaimed us both crazy sons-ah-bitches and abruptly stormed out. I looked at Jungle Bunny and asked what had happened. I guess Jungle Bunny told him I was going on a cruise for a few weeks.

When it was time to leave, Jungle Bunny informed me that he would be staying, when I asked him he said that he had to stay because he wanted to live. I agreed and walked out the door, I took Son Pablo�s car to the Air Port and parked it on the run way. After a quick jog back to the lobby I boarded my flight. I was ushered to a seat in the cargo hold, and the plane took off. At the time it was unclear whether I would come back at all, but I decided �Eh? Why not?�.

Part 2 comming soon...