With a pear over his shoulder around the corner Lambo snickered and pulled out one grenade from his fabulous afro. He snuck up behind the other and pulled the pin as quietly as he could, leaving a few inches between them so he could run. He would go and hide somewhere clever while the other dealt with this…surprise…
Once the adult is done counting he skulks out of his office and down the hall as he starts the search for this annoying brat. Now that he thinks about it the little child is very small and could probably fit anywhere. He let out a big huff of annoyance, almost not catching the grenade pin. Almost. Unfortunately, he had no time to react as the thing went off quicker than he had hoped it would but instead of causing an explosion like normal grenades, this one emitted pink smoke and all of a sudden Spade’s world grew bigger and bigger as he grew smaller and smaller.
The child Spade coughed a little as he tried to get out of the pink smoke as he waved a hand about to get it out of his face. It eventually disappears to show that he is no longer home. Where is he? This place looked really fancy… The nine year old headed down the hall as he looked about for any clues to tell him where he is. So far the only thing he can see is what looks to be a rather small football. Well, is it a football? It’s moving all on its own. Daemon ran up to it and picked it up with a curious look about him as he inspected the so called football. “Are you a football?“ he asks in French to the squirming thing. It’s black and white like a football but had a face. He didn’t exactly get an answer he wanted so he dropped the little ball and kicked it as far as he could down the hall. “Hmmm. It’s a very bad football. It didn’t go very far.”
" GUPYA!" He squealed, feeling himself get punted down the hall. He landed and bounced a few times before sniffling and starting to cry. It was a moment of defeat, his hand digging for his ten year Bazooka and using it almost immediately. The puff of pink smoke that surrounded him dissipated to reveal an older boy, looking around and staring slowly at Daemon.
" Hello little guy. You look an awful lot like Daemon Spade…" he walked over to him and put a hand on his head, rubbing the hair around a bit.