Miguel Aguado

Miguel Aguado was born in a normal family, in a normal house, with normal parents, and normal grandparents. The only thing not normal about him ...is his brain. Miguel Aguado likes to read books about Albert Einstein. He enjoys fixing alien spacecraft and befriending aliens on different planets. He also is trying to grow a broccoli field in his basement. Here’s a little event I can tell you about.

Miguel stood in the center of a group of 8 Gangstas with handguns.
"Hey, Miguel. What’cha do’in?"
"Me? Oh, I’m just walking home so I can test my new lasers on my super duper advanced Spaceship that I’m perfecting in my basement. Why don’t you all come and see it?"
"Okay, We’ll do that." The boys followed Miguel into his house and into his basement.
"I don’t see nothin’ here. All I see is a bunch ‘o broccoli plants!!! There’s no ship, come on guys!"
"Wait! It’s underground. I want to make a deal with you, if I show you my ship and give you each a bottle of invisible paint, you have to buy me a pizza with pineapples and anchovies."
‘Pizza? Fine" Miguel clicked a button on the side of the wall and a huge orange flying saucer emerged from under the floor. Miguel picked up a couple of bottles from the rear ledge.
"Here, test it out if you want. It’s pure invisible paint. Paint something with it, and that thing becomes invisible." The Head Gangsta snorted, then handed a bottle to one of his buddies.
‘Ha, HA! This is water, See, I’ll even drink it!!" He began to open the bottle and poured it all over himself. Then, he took a big gulp of the fluid.
"Hey, Scot! Look at you, you’re an invisible boy!! Ha, Ha! This stuff’s great Miguel, you really now how to make stuff. Got any other gadgets?"
"I got some juice that turns people into tomato sauce."
"Cool! Hey, dude..." The guy walked up to Miguel and looked at him square it the eye, "Just in case an adult finds out about this tuff. I thought you might want to protect yourself. Here." The guy handed a shotgun to Miguel.
"Wow"
"Yeah, take good care of it lad. Save the bullets for protection not fights. They’re expensive. If you ever need any help, I’ll be there for ya pal." He beckoned to his buddies then headed up the stairs of the house. (They were in the basement.)
‘Thanks again for the invisible stuff. Me and my pals are gonna be pullin’ some funny jokes this afternoon!"
Just to let you know, the leader of the gang was one of the Amish men’s sons.


Here’s another story with Miguel as the main Character, it took place just before During Band the Day Before Spring Break in a Casino.

"Man! I really do hope this disguise is good enough. A fake wig, advanced robotic enlarged legs, enlarged robotic arms with lasers, a plastic face mask, a fake beard, sunglasses, fake credit cars, a wig, fake drivers license, fake identity cards, a belt, a speech pitch deepener, and a bunch of other high tech gadgets I’ve built. I can’t believe I’ve finally been able to cook up a disguise that will get me into a Casino. Maybe now I can finally get myself a beer and play some poker." Miguel walked thought the doors of the Bar and ordered himself a beer. As the liquid touched his tongue, he closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he’d gotten his hands on a nice cold beer.
"Hey guys, wanna play some poker?"
"Poker! Yeah, let’s play!" The black haired boy and a brown haired man sat down at a green table. The man beckoned over to some other men to play with them and dealed out the cards. I, unfortunately, do not know how to play poker so I can not fill you in on whom won or who was loosing. All I can tell you is that Miguel seemed to be collecting the pile of stuff in the center of the table every so often.
The Boy got up the table and walked out the door of the Casino. As he walked down the street, he was suddenly grabbed the foot and pulled down through a manhole. (A manhole is one of those holes in the ground covered by a metal plate. They lead down into the sewers......They’re brown most of the time. Does it ring a bell?)

"Thought you could escape us, eh Hetty?"
"What? I’m not------"
"We know who you are! You’re gonna be sorry for cheating us out of our money Mr.… Tie him up Mudsy!" Another man walked into view holding a rope and a handkerchief. He grabbed Miguel and swung the rope around his arms and waist. The handkerchief was put into his mouth.
"What do we do now, boss?"
"Now we get him out of here and back to Russia. We can deal with him there. Come on, I’ve arranged for a helicopter to pick us up at he San Francisco bay." The two men each picked up a part of Miguel, and carried him through the sewers and out of the city.
They resurfaced the street somewhere on the outskirts of town. Miguel was loaded onto a brown truck, and the handkerchief was removed.
"Listen guys. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not Hetty. I’m just a kid." The two men sneered.
‘A Kid! That’s a good one. If you’re a kid, then why are you tall, how come your voice is so low, and most of all, why were you drinking beer at the casino?"
"Grrrr, I was there cause I like beer. I dressed up as an older person so I could get in."
‘Oh, Really? You’re saying that those are fake arms and that’s a fake beard?"
"Yes!"
"Looks pretty real to me. How ‘bout you Mudsy. Do you think it looks real?’
"Sure do, Boss."
‘Yeah, I think we’ll just take the chances that it’s Hetty and not a thirteen-year-old kid. Let’s get going partner, the helicopter’s waiting." Miguel lied in the leather seat helplessly as he was driven towards California.
How come everybody has a fake beard but me? Jake has a fake beard to scratch when he’s thinking, Miguel has a fake beard to wear when he’s sneaking into a casino, Hetty has a real beard, Connor probably has a beard to deep fry and eat for lunch on Saturdays, and I’ll bet Cody has a beard to. Maybe he uses it to store his brain wen he’s not using it.

The car arrived at the San Francisco bay right on time. Miguel was loaded out of the truck and stuffed in some bushes. The kidnappers sat on both sides of him waiting of the helicopter to arrive.
At 3:30 PM sharp a chopper came into view. It appeared over the horizon ever so tiny, then quickly got bigger as it advanced to the bay. Two more men inside the helicopter landed it in a clearing.
"Pierce!! Hey dude, right on time as usual. The man’s over there with Mudsy. Better get him onto the aircraft, there’s a 20 minute empty gap before anybody gonna be boating this side of the bay. We gotta be outta here by then. No margin of error I’m afraid."
‘Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll have you, your pal, and the man back in Russia before you know it."
"Yes, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. You came very highly recommended as a helicopter driver. We’d best be going now." The people got on the aircraft and they began to fly over the ocean towards Russia. The City of Moscow to be exact. When I hear Moscow it reminds me of underwater treasures. You know, Moscow, Nova. I once saw this one Nova show when there’s these people diving underwater looking for stuff. Sorry, this might not make much sense now. See before, I thought that the story took place in Novosibirsk instead of Moscow, but then I changed in to Moscow. Novosibirsk is the place that reminds me of underwater treasure.
"Come on guys! You just have to believe me! I’m not Hetty; I’m Miguel Aguado!! Miguel Aguado I say, Miguel Aguado!!"
"Yeah right, Me and everybody else in this building knows that you are Hetty Longfellow."
‘What are you going to do to me?"
"Do with you? Well, I’d have thought you’d have guessed that Hetty. We’re going to call you’re not so secret base and hold you up for Ransom. You’re plumbers workers would gladly pay us handsomely for your return. Mudsy, Get me Hetty’s not so secret base’s phone number, will ya?"
"Yes boss. Right away."
‘Listen, Will or whatever your name is. I AM NOT HETTY. If you call Hetty’s base, Hetty will probably answer."
"If he answers, we’ll know you aren’t Hetty. Okay, happy now?"
"If he answers, will return me back to my house?"
"What? Of course not, If we do that you may call the police on us and we’ll get arrested."
"But, what will you do with me?"
‘Kill you." Miguel fell silent. It was no use arguing with these guys, what they said is what they meant. All he had to hope for was that the police would happen to arrive and save him. Miguel Aguado would probably be murdered.


Hetty headquarters

"Hetty!! We’ve got an unknown phone call from Russia! You’d best come over and answer it!"
"Fine, Fine, I’m coming!! Just let me get myself dried off and get some cloths on!" Hetty climbed out of the shower and threw on a shirt and some pants. He straightened his beard then picked up the phone in his office.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Listen here employee of Hetty. We’ve got your boss here hidden in Moscow. If you want him back, you’re to travel to the Moscowian church with 90,000,000 dollars. After you had over the money, we’ll return your boss. Bye" the man hung up. Hetty began to think, these men believed him to be captured, but he was here. That meant they either believed they could get away lying to his men or…they had an imposter of him imprisoned. Whoever this imposter was, he had to find out. It was important he knew what sort of men were dressing up as him.

Quote of the day:

"Nutri-Grain. Don’t Roll on it!!" ~ Jodie Makara ~


That quote doesn’t exactly make sense does it?

"Did ya leave the message boss?"
‘Sure did Mudsy. If everything goes as planned, the guy I talked to should be at the church in a couple of hours. We’d all best get Hetty and head over there now. Make sure you pack the sniper rifles Mudsy. Silencers installed."
"Yahoo! Can’t wait to start shootin’. I’ll go get the guy, okay?"
‘Yes. You do that Mudsy. I’ll be waiting in the jeep." With that, the man grabbed a gun and headed for the car.
‘Let go of me!! Where are you taking me, it better not be to the river. I read, or watched this movie when these evil people grab a kid, tie him to a chair. Put the chair in the bathtub and use cement to attach the chair to the bathtub. Then they drop him in the St. Lawrence River!"
‘Don’t’ worry Mr. we’re not going somewhere so we can kill you, we’re going somewhere to collect ransom money and to return you to your men. Then we’re blowing them up."
"Blowing them up?"
"Yup"
"Does ‘them’ include me?"
"Sure does. Bet you’re sorry that you didn’t pay us the correct amount now, huh Hetty?" Miguel remained silent, "Come on, boss is waiting." Mudsy grabbed Miguel and dragged him out to the jeep. In half an hour or so, the two men were driving down the road……with Miguel tied up in their trunk.

At the church

Hetty along with some plumbers waited at the doorstep of an abandoned church in Moscow, Russia. They watched out the window as a brown jeep approached the parking lot.
"That must be them guys. Make sure the guns are loaded and ready." Hetty said as two men climbed out of the jeep carrying a man who resembled himself. They walked into the church.
"Ah, You must be Hetty’s chief assistant. Well, here’s Hetty, now where’s the money."
"Money."
‘Yes, ransom money. You know, 90,000,000 dollars?"
"Ahh…well, yes. I’ve got it here somewhere," Hetty reached into his pocket and pretended to search for the wad of bills in which he did not have. Instead, from his pocket, he raised a gun, "Seems that I forgot to bring it. He, he, why don’t you just give us ...err…Hetty back anyway."
"What. I’m not---" Hetty pressed the gun against the man’s head, "Yes. I believe giving you Hetty back free would make a nice deal. Umm…Mudsy!! Untie the man and bring him over here." Mudsy ran hastily over to the corner in which Miguel sat tied up and untied him. He pulled Miguel to where Hetty was standing. As he did, his boss whispered into his ear, "etgay hetay olicepay, nday akemay tiay nappysay." (Just to let you know that’s Pig Latin for ‘Get the police, and make it snappy’)
‘Thank you sir. I appreciate you being so generous and giving me my boss back free. We’ll be leaving now." Hetty began to back towards the door, his hand still holding the gun out towards the other man. Suddenly, the man lunged towards Hetty’s gun. Immediately, Hetty’s finger squeezed the trigger releasing a bullet. The man got shot in the arm. Still alive, he reached into his own pocket and pulled out his own gun. He held the gun towards Hetty.
‘Don’t move whoever you are. I’m starting to believe that you’re not just one on Hetty’s assistants. You seem too clever for that. You may be FBI or some undercover cop. So I say, don’t move or I’ll shoot you." As this happened, the sound of sirens filled the air a bunch of police cars swerved into the parking lot.
As you read this, you probably wonder ‘where is Miguel?’ Well, I’ll tell you right now that he is no longer with Hetty. When the kidnapper had lunged towards Hetty, he had slowly crept away into the bushes. There, he extracted a bottle of invisible paint from his pocket and poured it onto himself. Miguel hijacked the jeep, then hijacked a helicopter, and flew back to Aurora where he went back to his house like nothing had happened. How’s that for a semi-truck...errr....ending?

Anyway, Hetty unfortunately just happened to be buddies with the police officers. He had met them in New York one day in a Casino where he won a good stack of money from them in a card game. He agreed to return the money he took (Which is not very much to him anymore. He’s is now rich as you know) it trade of the policemen letting him off free of charge.

P.S. This Document has been written by Nicholas Makara. If you remember, in During Band the Day before Spring Break, Hetty says that he has had a little trouble in Moscow when he is talking to Albert. Now you know what the trouble was.