Chapter 2: Tre Did it!

   Tre ran his hands through his blonde faux hawk, as he picked up the phone. He started dialing the number of his accomplice, Dave Grohl.

"Hello," Dave answered. "Yo dawg. What's shakin' homie?" Tre said. "Who is this?" Dave had a sudden urge of fright run up his spine. "Tre Cool, the drummer from Green Day! Who is this?" he emphasized 'this'.

"It's Dave Grohl, from Nirvana/ Foo Fighters." Tre wasn't listening though, he was far too busy poking a caterpiler on the couch. "Hello?" Dave was gettin irritated. "What? Who's this?" Tre yelled through the phone. :STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" Tre threw the machine (phone) into the garbage and started to cry.

Dave wasn't sure what was going on, so he came over. While driving to the studio, he accidentally hit a park bench because he was choking on a knat. When he was finished choking and hitting park benches, he had arrived. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He then just walked in.

He saw Tre sitting at a desk laughing like an evil genius. "Tre, what's up?" Dave asked. "I have made an evil scheme to destroy all wolves who drive Trolley's/Mopeds! Brilliant!" Tre laughed some more. "Tre,, we already did that yesterda, rememmber?" Dave stated. "Oh yeah" Tre frowned. "Tell me the story again Dave." "I've already told you 6 times!" Dave sighed.

   "Fine!" Tre yelled. "I'll just make up a new plan!" He then stomped out of the room, and inot his planning room.

   A little while later, he came back out, to see Dave checking the expiration dates on all of his food items. Tre sighed and rolled his eyes. Dave turned around and said, "So, how's the evil plan going?"

   "Well," Tre hesitated, "I've got nothing..." he started sniffling.

To be continued...