Introduction
Officer
McBunmee checked his hypo-radar. Loud beeps accompanied a flashing red screen
with a warning sign on it. A crime had been committed! He grabbed his Lazo-fire
500 and ran outside, tripping over his pants along the way.
Mike was a good-natured,
benevolent, not very somber man, with a tendency to run into
people. He was at Doberson's theater, watching the new play, One Vial to Death.
Unfortunately, the world-famous play was inferior. It was not audible,
the prostrates were horrible, it was terribly old-fashioned, did
not have a profuse amount of detail and emotion, had demented sound
effects, the actors had no self-esteem, and one actor even fell over
(Probably not on purpose). It was far-fetched that he would ever watch
this again. He excused himself, and got himself a thirst-quenching
drink. On his way back, he saw a tail in the shadows. Suddenly, a golden
creature with fangs as sharp as a sword jumped out and tackled him. His decision-making
told him to run home. And home he went.
When Mike
got home and escaped the golden creature, he noticed he had no more toilet
paper. He went to his local happy-day store to buy some. Just as he opened the
door, someone RAN INTO HIM. He saw black. It hurt. It really hurt. It really
really hurt. It really really really really really hurt. When he regained
consciousness, he saw someone, with a bag full of toilet paper. He went inside
and bought his toilet paper, only to be told that the person he bumped into was
robbing the store! He quickly ran outside, but bumped into a very bouncy,
jiggly thing. He bounced back. Finally! For once it didn't hurt! For once it
didn't really hurt! For once it didn't really really hurt! For once it didn't
really really really really really hurt!!! He stood up, and saw a very, very
fat police officer. And he didn't look happy.
For some
reason, he didn't look happy. For some reason, he started chasing Mike. And for
some reason, he kept tripping over his pants when chasing Mike. Mike looked for
a place to hide. "The theater!" he thought, and ran into the theater.
Unfortunately, he forgot one important thing. Actually, two important things.
I'll start with the more important one. His buddy, the golden creature with
sharp fangs was here. The other was that the dreadful play that really, really,
really, really, really, made his head hurt, was still going on. He ran into the
auditorium. He ran everywhere. All of a sudden, the golden creature jumped out
and started chasing him too! There was only one way to run. He ran onto the
stage, ran into the evil queen, ran into the princess, and angered the prince,
who started chasing him too. He ran to the happy-day store and saw the robber,
still on the ground. He stood right on the robber, and jumped back at exactly
the right moment. The golden creature got there first, followed by the prince,
then Officer McBunmee. Officer McBunmee tripped on his pants, knocking into the
prince who was swinging his fake sword, which, after the impact, hit the golden
creature. They all landed in a heap.
At home,
Mike watched the news. Two days ago he had shown the rest of the police the
heap of people and animals. The police arrested the robber. Then he had shown
National Geographic the new animal, never seen before. He was famous! He felt
like he was dreaming. He was basking in the glory of this, until 11:00 pm.
Then, after he turned off the lights, went up one stairstep, and put on his
pajamas, he saw someone outside. Suddenly, he heard a BOOM!
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