The Adventures of Stevo-Chapter 2-China and India,1935,Part 1

Story by Steven Dalma on SoFurry

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"This isn't going to go well. *gulp*"

"What are you still doing here? I was supposed to leave 5 minutes ago!" yelled the Chinese woman.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I-"

"I'm gonna give you a count to 3 to leave or I'm gonna call the cops on you! One!"

"Ma'am, I-"

"Two!"

*starts running towards the door*

"THREE!" The woman yelled the final number. She grabbed her broom & started hitting him with it.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" Stevo said repeatedly until he finally went out the door & landed into the backseat of a 30's car with his foot closing the door behind him.

"And don't you dare come back here again!" screamed the lady, then went back inside. Stevo looked up from where he was; the seats, the dashboard, & the steering wheel were all covered with red leather, the door handles were chrome silver, & the top was a faded yellow from the lights outside. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming closer to the car & hid beneath the backseats just in time for the driver to enter the car, start the engine, & began to move down the street.

A while later, Stevo slowly took a peek to see where he was. The same night lights were still around him, but when he looked at the driver, something's wrong: Short Round was driving the car. Short Round looked at the rearview mirror, then back, but looked again to see a passenger out of nowhere sitting behind him. They screamed in terror, having Short nearly hit a pedestrian on the sidewalk.

"What are you doing in my car?!" yelled Short.

"Why is a kid like YOU driving a car?! Stevo yelled back. Short looked like he was a little ticked off by that, but continued driving. He suddenly saw a window from a 5-story building not far from them have glass raining from there with a couple jumping out. He looked back & put the gear in 1.

"Hold on, stranger, we go off like firework! *car speeds off*" said Short. The car began to speed up towards the building while Stevo screamed like a little girl.

SSSSCCCRRRRREEEEEEEEECCCCCCCHHHHHHH!

The car made a complete stop, making Stevo hit the seat behind Short. The couple fell through the ceiling of the car, & when Stevo looked, it was none other than, (if) you guessed it, Indiana Jones, & his partner, vocalist Willie Scott.

"Wow, great crash landing!" said Short.

"Shorty, start the car & GO!" Indy yelled, then a gunshot went off & made a streak on the side of the car. The car sped as fast as it could, trying to avoid Lao Che's gang. As the firing continued, Indy grabbed a blue-colored antidote from Willie & gulped the whole tube, then he grabbed the pistol from his pocket & began firing back at them, one bullet hitting the driver's shoulder. Stevo looked at them, then at Short.

"Short, do you have a spare gun I can use?" Short grabbed a pistol from the dashboard & gave it to him.

"Here, it's the only one I got." Short said, then continued driving. Stevo poked out the back left window & began firing, one bullet shattering the gang's left sideview mirror, then another bullet at the front left tire, which made the gang's driver lose control & crash into a cow-pulled cart full of kimchi (pickled cabbage). After the chase ended, everything became calm in the car, until Indy looked at Stevo & at Short.

"Shorty, who's this?" Stevo began to sweat when he pointed his thumb at his face.

"I don't know, he was in here since I started driving here." Indy looked at Stevo, sweating even more.

"Who are you?" Indy questioned.

"Um... I'm Stephen Lambert, just a-um... a disorderly person... sir." Indy's eyes squinted at him, then pointed his finger at his face again.

"Okay, but you better not be a troublemaker, got that?"

"Yes sir. *gulp*" He sat back in his seat, but a while later, they arrived at the airport. Short parked very closely to another car, only making a dent on each other's bumpers. They all got out & quickly walked over to the plane. Stevo looked at Willie, who was holding her red dress to keep the mud from it.

"Say, aren't you Willie Scott, the famous American vocalist?"

"Of course I am, haven't you read the news?" A short silence occurred between them.

Anyway... Stevo said to himself. They boarded the plane, unknowing that it had live poultry in it. Indy yelled something outside right before lifting off, but also unknown to them, were headed towards their doom.

The next morning, over the Himalayas Mtns. & as everyone else except the pilots were asleep, the pilots decided to abandon them. They grabbed their belongings, opened the door, & began jumping. But as the second pilot was about to jump out, Stevo & Round woke up by the snowflakes whirling around the room. The man laughed, put on his goggles, & jumped into the cold wind. They looked at each other & panicked.

"Short, wake them up, while I try to find another parachute." Stevo commanded.

"Okie!" They split up & did what they could.

"Willie! Wake up!" Short yelled at her.

"What kid?"

"No one's flying the plane!" Her eyes widened when she heard those words. She quickly got up & went to wake Indy up.

"Sir, Sir!"

"It's Dr. Jones, doll!" Short mentioned.

"Dr. Jones, Dr. Jones!"

"What is it, Willie?"

"I've found a float, sorry about it." Stevo yelled as he ran from the cockpit to where they were. Everybody shook a little when the bottom of the plane hit a mountain peak.

"But we're not sinking, WE'RE CRASHING! *screams*" Willie yelled in fright. Indy looked at the float.

"Stephen, hand me that float, & grab onto each other!" Everyone did as they were told & jumped just in time before the plane crashed into a mountain, rode down a snowy, bumpy hill, & into a roaring river. During that time, Willie kept screaming as they rode.

"I hate the water, I hate being wet, and I hate you!"

"Good!" Indy exclaimed to her.

After a while, the waters were calming, & everyone was asleep again from the calmness of the place around them. They landed on a sandy bank, which only woke Willie up. She looked up to see who it was, but instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs, waking everyone else up. They looked up, & in front of them, was a old Indian man, staring at them.