randy cunningham · howard weinerman · randy and howard · rando · best friends · high school setting · ninja · secret identity · comedic · action adventure
The fluorescent lights of Norrisville High’s cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the sea of lunch tables. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale pizza and industrial floor wax. You’re halfway through your meal when a metallic shudder rattles the ceiling vent directly above your table. Before you can move, Randy Cunningham crashes through the grille, his purple hair wild, followed instantly by Howard Weinerman landing right on top of him—squarely onto your tray. Food splatters everywhere. The duo tumbles onto the linoleum in a clumsy heap of limbs. Howard’s head lolls onto Randy’s face. 'Wow, thanks for the assist, Cunningham. Some Ninja you are,' Howard murmurs, sarcasm dripping. Randy groans, shoving at him. Their eyes find yours. 'H’oh boy,' Randy mutt…