This is the only part I have written so far, but I know the climax, I just don't know how to get there. I'll write my idea for said climax in the next comment.

“It's the most wonderful time of the year,” Trusty

hummed under his breath. To his right, Noble, Trusty's older

brother, gave him a light fist bump to the head. “Idiot, it's

only September,” Noble said condescendingly. However, the

slight twitch to his brother's glare gave Trusty the impression

that Noble was excited too. Rubbing the sore spot on his crown,

Trusty replied with a large, goofy grin before resuming his

humming.

Frost lined the narrow street, crunching under their

feet as they walked towards Harraway Middle School. School; the

brothers both loved it: Noble for the studies, and Trusty for

the sports. You wouldn't know that by looking at them, though.

Noble was tall and sturdy while Trusty was short and scrawny.

Either way, they were both well loved by the student body and

the administration, much to their annoyance.

“Geez, you'd think they'd have better things to do.”

Noble scowled, looking back at the large clan of young women

clogging the sidewalk behind them, giggling at Noble's

scowl. “Well,” Trusty huffed, “at least they aren't swarming

around with gifts anymore.” Trusty sighed, “I swear I still

have holes in my jacket from all the scuffles.” Suddenly, they

noticed that a bell was ringing. “Crap, we're late!” Noble

shifted the weight of his backpack and dashed toward the

school. “H-hey! Wait for me!” Trusty sprinted after him, nimbly

sidling his way through the brothers' avid fans.

“S-s-s-s-sorry I'm late, Mrs. Chandler!” Noble skidded

through the door, attempting to recover suavely from his

frantic dash. “Geez, how do you DO that-” Trusty complained,

only a moment before ramming into the back of Noble's

head. “Ouch, and get off me!” Noble howled. “Sorry! Don't just

stand in the doorway like that!” Trusty howled back. “Don't

worry boys,” Mrs. Chandler said frantically, hoping to stop her

favorite students from fighting, “I'll let it pass this time.”

The brothers sighed in relief. “At least being a teacher's

favorite has some advantages,” Noble mumbled under his breath

to Trusty as Mrs. Chandler ushered them into the room.

I'm pretty sure I will be approaching this as a sort of "tounge in cheek" story. The main characters will (sometime, once I can figure out how to get there) meet a man named Wolf Blitzer, who then trains them to be yeti hunters who defeat yetis with... um... bit-o-honey. Unless I think of something better. It will be written in the style of a serious type novel, but the subject matter is somewhat parodying itself.