A collage age boy sat under his couch, having watched the two commercials. He had on a white tank top, torn jean shorts and sandals. He also had curly blond hair. Having seen the messages, he could only respond with, "DUDE! It all make sense! Like! Maybe THAT'S why all these ninjas randomly attacked my house after I just finished building my 'Cheerleaderification' Ray for my science project!
Grown men, dressed in black kabuki prop handler costumes, where slice and dicing his notes with katanas, doing random back flips, and hitting his invention with nunchakus. Waylin was sure he was gonna get an F if this kept up.
As luck would have it, his cell phone had been knocked onto the floor when the first ninja had dragon-kicked through his window. Maybe he should have gone with that temporal-save-state-consciousness-archival-device for his science finals project instead, that SORT OF sounded like what that cartoon girl on TV was talking about, but Waylin had always preferred Star Wars and Star Trek over drawn ladies and didn't put much faith in them.
He quickly dialed the message the pest control commercial had shown. As soon it was answered, Waylin yelled, "NINJA! HELP!"
"Can you visibly identify them as ninjas by looking at them?" Said the man on the other line not sounding all that alarmed or disbelieving.
"Yes."
"Was their entry loud and quite noticeable?"
"Yes."
"Are they leaving no trace they were ever there, silent as shadows and swift as the wind?"
"Uh, no."
"Are they dressed in bright colorful costumes, summoning monsters to fight for them, carrying lightning and wind in their palms. Or are they dressed all in black? Or as generic people on the street you could never hope to identify?"
"The second one."
"Okay. We've got the type of ninja you're dealing with. We'll there soon. Just hold on."
There was a ring on the front door, the ninjas were polite enough to open it. An unexceptional looking older man in green clothes tipped his baseball hat the ninja. "YEP! Sure looks like I have the right address. Here we go." The exterminator took out a labtop, and pressed play. The screen showed a man on a conference stage before a large audience.
"And that is how I plan to turn Thunder Felines into them being mutated cyborg animals in Miami, and Mummer-Ra being a corrupt theme park tycoon."
"MIKEY BAY!" Screamed the ninjas in terror and retreated at once.
Waylin meekly came out from under his couch. "Dude... that... but... was that... really the only way?"
"Personally I never get why other people don't like his movies." The exterminator said putting away the labtop. "Now, you the guy who called?"
"That's me dude."
"Here's the bill."
"DUDE!"
"We're willing to take an installment plan, and we offer free clean up if further invasions to the story of your life happen."
"Dude... I'm.... REALLY gonna have to take that installment plan."
"No skin off my nose. But now I must go, the war against pests is never ending!" Smiled the exterminator, as he got into his little car, that resembled the cart used by a meter-maid, and drove off. Leaving Waylin wondering what just happened. But at least he might be able to salvage his science project.