One sunny day, JC was happily riding his scooter down the street, on his way to Justin's house. They were going to play some basketball, and while JC liked the game, there was nothing he loved more than his scooter. It was his best friend.

He arrived at the house and knocked on the door. Justin opened it and smiled brightly.

Justin: Yo J to the C, whats up?!

JC: I would appreciate if you just called me JC, Justin.

Justin: Aight, J-Dawg.

JC: No, Justin..

Justin: Ready to play some basketball, baby?!

JC: Sure!

JC proceeds to ride his scooter across Justin's lawn.

Justin: Ah, nah dawg. You ain't riding that shit through mah yard.

JC: My scooter is my best friend, Justin. Where he goes, I go.

Justin: If you insist on bringin' dat scooter along, then we ain't playin'

JC begins to cry.

JC: Don't you realize?! I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY SCOOTER!! NOTHING!!

Justin goes into the house and slams the door.

JC: Oooooh, HMPH.

JC decided to go to Lance's house instead. He bounces along happily on his scooter down the street.

JC: Knock Knock! Anybody hooooome?!

Lance sticks his head out the window. He is wrapped in a hot pink towl and wearing a shower cap.

Lance: Yes, JC honey?!

JC: Uhh.. I'm bored.

Lance: Well, come on in, baby.. *wink*

JC: Uhh, yeah..

JC starts to ride his scooter through the door.

Lance: Umm, JC.. dear, you can't ride your scooter in the house.

JC: WHY NOT??!?!?

Lance: Because, it will get the floor dirty and whatnot.. How about you just leave your scooter outside and--

JC: LEAVE IT OUTSIDE?! BY ITSELF?!?!? WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU??!?!

JC speeds down the street, away from Lance.

JC: Whew, that was close.. It's ok scooter, I would NEVER leave you alone, never..

He begins to stroke it lovingly and mumble kind words to it. A few minutes later, Joey walks up.

Joey: HI JC!!

JC: Hey, Joey! Wanna hang out?! I'm bored!!

Joey: Sure! Lemme ride your scooter, ok?!

Before JC can protest, Joey hops onto the scooter.

JC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Joey: Whats wrong, man?

JC: Joey.. slowly.. very slowly.. back away from the scooter..

Joey: Wha?

JC: ...And nobody will get hurt..

Joey: Huh?

JC: GET OFF MY FUCKIN' SCOOTER BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joey hops off.

Joey: Dude, you're a crackhead. I'm goin' home.. Momma's makin' spaghetti tonight! Whoo Hoo! Bye!

JC glares at Joey as he walks away. Then he turns toward his scooter.

JC: Are you ok, baby? Daddy's here.. its alright.. His fat ass didn't hurt you, right?

A car slows down next to JC. Chris leans his head out the window.

Chris: Hey little boy.. want some CANDY?! Ahahahahahaha!!

JC: Uhh, who are you?

Chris: Its me, CHRIS! You idiot!

JC: My mom said I shouldn't talk to strange men who offer me candy..

Chris: ITS ME, JC! YOU ASS!! CHRIS?!? KIRKPATRICK?! YOUR BANDMATE!!!!

JC: No..

Chris: God, you're retarded.

Chris pushes over JC's scooter and speeds away.

JC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Scooter?! SCOOTER?! ARE YOU OK?!? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

JC leans down and picks up his beloved scooter. He looks it over, checking for scratches and marks. He finds none and sighs happily. He leans back against the curb, bathed in afternoon sunlight, and wraps his arms around it.

JC: I love you, my happy scooter.