A/N: Now we're really starting to hate this whole author's note thing.

"This would make a great home!" Claven exclaimed, examining the sewage walls.

"You can speak to the landlord later," Maven mumbled. "We have to find the source of these rodents!"

And they walked on. Suddenly, they heard a scratching noise coming from a wall to they're right. The scratching noise they were all so familiar with. (Except maybe HGDIDH, but he's just a rapper.)

"Claven... It's them..." Maven muttered.

"Yeah... I know..." Claven responded. "Just let 'em take you. Maybe they'll take us to their leader."

They suddenly broke through the wall. There was about five of them. All carrying twin daggers.

"Or not!" Claven suddenly changed his mind.

"RUN, FOO, RUN!" HGDIDH yelled.

They all ran as fast as they could down the long corridor of the sewer. They ran for a long time with the rodents. They began to tire. Maven and Claven noticed that HGDIDH was no longer with them. They turned their heads and saw that he had fallen.

"NOOOOO! Homee g dog in da hooooooooooooooooooood!" Claven called.

"LEAVE HIM!" Maven yelled with joy.

Two rodents jumped on him and began shredding him to bits, just like they had done to that poor defenseless news reporter.

"Holy hamsters!" Claven gasped. "They're mauling him!"

"Yeah, I know!" Maven laughed with glee.

They continued on as the remaining three rodents continued chasing him.

"Maven! Claven!" they heard the muffled cries from HGDIDH. "Take these!"

He threw a machine gun to each of them. They stopped running.

"That was random..." Maven said.

The three rodents stopped running and began to turn the other way. Put it was too late for them. Maven and Claven and their guns. They fired... All three of them were hit at the same time. (Even though there were only two guns...) One fell to the ground, another disintegrated, and the last one just exploded.

"Come on!"

They continued to run down the corridor and found themselves at a dead end.

"Aw, man!" Claven kicked the wall.

Upon impact a trap door opened underneath them causing them to go down a long, winding chute. The screamed and yelled for a long time. The chute seemed to go on for miles. They finally reached the end and landed in a pile of...acorns...

"AHA!" Claven yelled in triumph. "It IS a squirrel!"

"OH NO IT'S NOT!" a booming voice bellowed. "BUT YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE BIG PART! I AM BIGGER THAN GODZILLA!"

"Where are you?" Maven yelled angrily. He and Claven very well knew who was talking to them. The source...

Suddenly, they knew where it was...They saw it coming from behind them. It looked so much like a squirrel... I mean, we're not animalologists or whatever, but this must be some kind of relative.

"FOR I AM CHIPMUNK! THE RULER OF THE KILLER RODENTS!" the gigantic chipmunk said.

"Good for you!" Claven retorted. "Maven! The ritual!"

"Right!" Maven nodded.

They began the process of the Anti-Rodent Ritual.

"YOU'RE PETTY LITTLE RITUAL WILL HAVE NO EFFECT ON ME! IT ONLY FILLS ME WITH GLEE!"

"Aw, you sick perv!" Maven was disgusted.

Suddenly, Claven had an idea. "LOOK! ACORNS!"

"WHERE?!" the chipmunk whipped his head around.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Claven lunged at the chipmunk pulling a needle out of his pocket.

He began stabbing the chipmunk continuously with it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the chipmunk cried.

It slowly began the long and painful process of deflation.

When it was finished, Claven took this moment of triumph to say a few words of wisdom, "Remember kids, if your pants are falling down just pull 'em up!"

And that was the end of the adventures of Maven and Claven for today. But mark my words... They'll be back... Now before the story ends, we'd like to see if the bold, italics, and underlining work on fictionpress.com. Testing. 1 2 3

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