This is the continuation of "Sk8ing Mayhem", where the cliffhanger in that story left off. If you haven't read that one, you should read it first I made this story a day after the previous one XD Like last time, my commentary is in parentheses with italics.

"The Sk8ting Stadium Disaster" (Why, oh why, did I include the t again? )

Mom and Dad weren't home the day that Joe and Bob decided to sneak out of the house. And it was actually a very good thing; they got kicked out where they ran off to. (Spoiler!) Here's the story of how this happened:

Joe and Bob sneaked out of the house at approximately 6:30 that morning, while Mom and Dad were still sleeping. The parents woke up at 7:15. (Wait a minute, I'd just said in the beginning that the parents weren't home! *facepalm*) Anyway, Joe and Bob sneaked off to their favorite outdoor place, The Skating Stadium. (Wow, I actually spelled it instead of putting an 8?!) Unfortunately, they sneaked out way too early. The Skating Stadium didn't open until 11:00. (You guys didn't plan this out very well...) Joe smacked his forehead. Bob almost passed out. (If Bob passed out they would definitely be in trouble) They went out to eat at Kevin's Kitchen that morning (they were open 24 hours a day) (I don't know why I said that, there wasn't really a point).

After they finished eating, Joe and Bob checked their watches. It was only 8:36. Joe almost passed out. Bob smacked his forehead. (I love how I purposely switched it, now Joe almost passed out instead of Bob) Then they went back into their front yard to skate outside.

"Well, look at that! Two little earlybirds on a skating quest," Mom said. (It isn't a quest if they don't leave the house XD)

"We have to go to work now. See ya!" Dad said. (Oh, so they weren't not at home until a couple hours after Joe and Bob initially sneaked out.) Joe and Bob got so caught up in their skating that they didn't even realize how much time had passed. They looked at their watches. (Wow, they did it simultaneously! They must be twins!) It was 10:57.

"We better go. Now!" Bob said. (Did I ever say anything besides said when there's dialogue?) Luckily, they arrived in time, so they paid the admission fee and went inside. The gym inside the building was about three times bigger than Joe and Bob's house. (That is one ridiculously huge gym. What an imagination I had when describing the size of the gym ) There were dangerous skating ramps inside, and tons of obstacles to avoid. (Sounds fun, for people who aren't clumsy! We've learned from the last episode that Joe and Bob are clumsy! So this is just great! XD)

"What did I get into?" Joe and Bob said in unison. (Again with them doing something at the same time. They really must be twins!)

"Alright, skating experts, show me what ya got!" the coach said, then blew his whistle. (This gym even has a coach. Is this secretly a skating school for experts?)

Oh crap, Joe thought, then whispered it to Bob. This class is for experts only. Crud. (Did he think that or whisper it, or both?)

"Hey, you two!" the coach yelled in a booming voice, "No socializing allowed! That's strike one! Two more strikes and you're out!" (This is definitely a school. And this dude sounds like he used to coach baseball) Joe and Bob starting skating at one of the ramps, then slid so fast they crashed into a cardboard obstacle. It fell over, letting the other skaters run right over it. The coach blew his whistle.

"Time out!" he said. He called Joe and Bob to the bench. "I've had enough! That's strike two, guys! Now, get back to skating!" Joe and Bob skated across another ramp, then crashed into another skater. (As much as these guys love skating, they sure aren't so good at it!) The other skater fell down and hurt his arm.

"TIME OUT!" the coach yelled. "That's strike three. You're OUT!" he said. Sure enough, he picked up Joe and Bob with his big muscles, then tossed them out the door. (Whoa!)

"Let's go home," Bob said.

"Gladly," Joe said. "What a day." (They're going home already, so their parents will never know they sneaked out. Good job, guys )

THE END.

Eirinn : I thought you'd want to be summoned to this And I turned off my layout this time, yay!

Well this story is gr8 m8. I r8 8/8. No h8, I appreci8.

But interesting story. Very little stories written here are ever finished. So this was a bit satisfying to read. Great going, it was written pretty well too!

A user of this : Thank you! This story is pretty short though. Stories I make now are usually way longer than this, for example, a story I made last year was 1000+ words instead of like this one that's less than 800.

I guess I'll summon you to my next stories in this series too, there's a few more stories in the series to go and I might make more in the future!

I'm love these stories. Just like the other one, this one was very entertaining and humorous.  I also love your commentary in the story. And hearing that you have more, ah. Fantastic.

What? No layout? D: Now how will I find an excuse to add my part?

Thanks for the summon, man. I love seeing the commentary. xD Looking forward to the next one.

Kuti_Kat : Since I have school, the next part might not be until this weekend. I appreciate you commenting on my commentary XD Now you're the 3rd person on my summons list!

Eirinn : No problem for the summon

This is a funny little short. I'm not fond of them myself, and tend to prefer lengthier pieces of fiction with more serious plot, but I can respect this for what it is: a solid short story. I enjoyed it for what it was worth.

It's pretty fun to comment on your own works sometimes. You tend to notice things that seem almost impossible to have slipped by at times, though, and then you spend the next ten minutes feeling like a moron. It's pretty funny, actually.

On a slightly off-topic note: Although that's not what this commentary was, for some reason, this makes me want to ask for requests on voicing over fiction. If anyone's reading this, though, is that sort of thread allowed on here, or is that not such a smart idea?

EDIT: Oh, and I'd be happy to be in this little summoning list, too. Count me in.