Starting Tactics are always the amusing kind....

This Part of the Story has been dedicated to LaughingCheese.

Eating breakfast, I looked over at dad.

"Hey Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I gonna start training today."

He smiled. "Yep, and you have a special trainer today."

I cocked my head. "Really? Who?"

Mom smiled widely. "You'll see."

(Later...)

As I stood outside on the front lawn, Mom and Dad were just smiling at me.

"What?"

"Nothing, dear." Mom said. "It's just that we both know that you're going to love your'e trainer."

I smiled. "Ok, that's it! I'm super curious now. Who is it?"

Dad laughed. "Calm down, Macy. I think he's coming right about....now."

Something red ran in front of me.

"What was that?!"

"Look up, honey." Mom said.

I looked up, and to my surprise, Knuckles was above me.

"Knuckles?!"

He smirked and jumped down next to me.

"Hey Macy. Are you ready for some training?"

I smiled. "Yeah!! You know it!"

He smirked again. "Excellent. Now, I want you to stand right over here." He picked me up, and sat me on a rock. I stood up.

"Why do I have to stand here?" I asked.

"You'll see."

He turned to Dad. "Sonic, can you call Dash out for just a minute."

Dad stood up. "Yeah, sure."

He turned his head towards the door. "DASH!!!!"

Dash zoomed out. "Yeah?"

"Knuckles needs ya."

"Kay."

He ran up to Knuckles, and Knuckles whispered something to him, that I couldn't here.

Dash smiled his little quirky smile. "Can do!"

He ran in front of me. "Hey sis! I stole your ipod!!"

"WHAT????!?" I screamed, outraged.

"And guess what else? I dropped your cell phone into the bathtub."

I gasped. "HOW COULD YOU?!"

"And one more thing..."

"WHAT ELSE DID YOU DO, DASH?!"

"I told that Cory kid down the street that you bathe in milk and that you like to pick your nose!!"

"C-cory?! You told him all those LIES?! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!"

My mallet appeard, and I jumped off of the rock, and aimed for his face.

He zoomed out of the way, and Knuckles stopped the mallet cold with his fist.

The mallet came back and hit me in the face.

I looked at Knuckles, infuriated. "OW!! Why did you do THAT?!"

He smiled. "That, my Macy, was your'e first lesson."