.:|The Heroic Ham-Ham Team ~ Chapter 2|:.
-=Andre=-
A story written by : Beast-Ham

	"What do you mean he went to the army?" Beasty shouted, nervous about his friend.
	"Its just what I said, hes gone to the Ham-Ham Army." Michelle reassured.
	"I. . . I gotta go after him! He could be killed. No way will I let my friend die alone!"
	Beasty rushed out of the church, faster than a fox. He could hear the pastor shout for him on the way out, but he was in no mood for church. He grabbed his skateboard and pushed himself as fast as he could. He was headed home. Within minutes, Beasty was at his home, sweating perfusely. Quickly, he entered his house and ran to the kitchen to find his mother. Unfortunatly she wasn't there, so he made his way up the stairs to her room. He found Lola just as she was getting ready to go to work.
	"Mom! I want to join the army!" Beasty asked. Lola gasped at the surprise attack of words she had just heard.
	"What!?" She replied in disbelief.
	"MOM! I need to help the world!" Beasty shouted. 
	"Thats absolutly out of the question! I can't lose my baby. . . I can't let what happend to your father happen to you." Lola worried. 
	Beasty made an angry face at his mom and sped off to his room, sobbing. When Beasty entered his room, he slammed the door. Crying, he pished his face into his pillow. "I can't let Andre leave without me, I'll miss him too much! What if something happens to him? Will I ever see him again? " He quietly thought out loud. Beasty loved Andre as a friend. . . no, a brother. He was his friend sence they we're born. Beasty turned his head on the pillow so that he was facing the celling. He began to drift to sleep. Trying to stay awake, he thought of good times him and Andre had together. Picturing all his memeries in his mind, Beasty began to cry again. He had to think of a plan.
	Beasty sat up, pushing himself to the edge of the bed so his feet we're hanging off. He thought to himself deeply. Could there possibly be a way to leave his house whilst his mom was busy, and than go to the army without her consent? If so, how angry would she be if she found out that he left, or perhaps how worried would she be? Would this even be worth being with his friend? With all these thoughts came questions and more questions. None of them seemed to come together to make a good reason to leave. With a heavy sigh, Beasty laid himself down on his bed and fell to sleep.