Sure enough, half way down the alley four teenager, not much older that Tim, blocked his path. “You don’t have permission to use our short cut,” one of the bullies said. “That’ll cost ya. Fork over your lunch money.”
Tim smiled. “Not today.” As he spoke a drone, three feet in diameter, rose up behind Tim.
“What the hell is that?” another bully asked.
“That’s my new anti-bully drone that my parents bought for me. It won’t let you hurt me. Best of all, it’s recording everything.”
“Bull shit,” shouted another bully as he picked up a rock and hurled it at the drone. The drone easily dodged the rock and lights allover the drone lit up.
“Danger, Tim. Danger,” an automated voice said. The drone flew in a tight circle around the bullies at high speed. As it did, it sprayed out a dark green dye on the youths.
Tim laughed. “That dye won’t wash off. It’ll make it easier for the police to find you.” The bullies looked at each other and took off running. Tim laughed even harder.
Once the bullies were out of sight, the drone landed a few feet from Tim. Tim’s best friend, Billy, came running up with a remote-control box in his hands. “Do you think they believe it?” he asked.
“I think so, Tim said. “I doubt they’ll bully me anymore.” He and Billy fist bumped and continued walking to school.