The Toast Thief (and the idiot who wouldn't leave him alone)
"Gimme my toast" "Neva!"
"Mmmmm I love my yummy toast." Bob said "Ooooo it has BUTTER too!."
Bob was a 14 year old kid and he hated a 13 year old named Fred. They had been fighting for years on who was more awesomeness. What Bob didn;t know was that Fred was watching him from behind a rock.
"AHA!" Fred jumped up and snatched Bob's toast!
"Yummay. Thanks Bob!" "AHHHH!" Bob screamed. "Gimme my toast! NOW!"
Fred ran as fast as he could to his lair of awesomeness. Bob screamed in frustration. He didn't bother to follow Fred. Bob had a plan.
You know how you get one of those plans pr ideas that's so stupid it works? That's exactly how Bob's brain works.
He hurried to the dangerous weapons store which was run by a 16 year old named Chuck. Chuck was relatively new in the store. His dad had just bought it. "Hallo Chuck" Bob sang. Chuck flicked his blond hair away from his face and rolled his eyes which were icy blue. "Now what do you want?" He asked. Bob had showed up at the store at least three times that week and it was only Tuesday.
"I'm waiting for Fred," Bob explained, "He stole my toast"
Again, Chuck rolled his eyes. He was known for it already.
"Are you serious?" Chuck asked. "You gotta let it go."
"NO" Bob yelled. The store was so quiet that it echoed. " This isn't the first time that Fred took my toast and I won't rest until I get revenge!" Bob flipped his hair out of his face and glared at Chuck. Chuck backed off. Arter all, Bob was nearly an inch and a half taller than him and even though he wouldn't admit it, he was afraid of Bob. "Okay fine" he said
Back at Fred's place, Fred was sitting on the floor (he had a superstition that chairs were out to get him) eating the toast.
"Bob is a jerk" he said to himself then laughed. " Bob. What a stupid name!" He laughed for a while but suddenly stopped. He stood up and walked towards the door of his home. Fred walked quickly outside looking up and immediately sneezed. He made a mental note to look down when he walked outside and look up a few minutes later.
Fred had a habit of staring at the sun while walking. He wanted to see how long he could stare at the sun without blinking and how well he knew the path to the store. How well he knew the path into Bob's trap.
25 feet from the store, Fred felt something slam into the side of his head and the sudden shock of pain before he collapsed. The last thing he remembered hearing was the sound of evil laughing that he remembered hearing before but couldn't place because of the pain. Then he blacked out.
"Bob why did you do that?!!" Chuck yelled at him. "He stole my toast. I wanted revenge. Now we're even." Bob said and Chuck rolled his eyes. Then he quickly walked into the shed behind the store and grabbed a hammer.
"I've had enough of Bob." he thought as he buillt " He won't be here tonight."
Fred opened his eyes 15 minutes later and looked around. He didn't move his head. That hurt too much. What he saw was Bob 50 feet away with his back to him staring into space. He groaned and looked the other way and saw Chuck standing there, staring back at Fred. Chuck hurried over. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Uh huh"
Chuck smiled. "Good 'cause I have an idea on how to get rid of Bob. Can you sit up?" Fred nodded and carefully sat up.
Chuck nodded and pulled a set of handcuffs. Fred raised his eyebrows and shook his head, his red hair falling in his eyes. "Nu uh. No way am I wearing those." Chuck rolled his eyes. "These aren't for you . They're for BOB. Duh"
Then he walked quietly toward Bob and hit him in the head with the handcuffs. Fred winced and Bob fell. Then Chuck laughed. "I'll he right back" he told Fred and walked toward the shed.
Five minutes later he came back with a raft. "O-kay so we;re putting Bob in a floaty raft thing?" Fred asked, grinning.
"That is exactly what we're doing Fred. Help me. He's fat" Chuck said laughing.
Exactly 11 minutes and 44 and a half seconds later, Chuck and Fred were standing at the dock watching as Bob floated away on the raft.
"Where's he going anywho?" Fred asked.
"Hmm I don't know" Chuck said, thinking. "C'mon. lets go."
*A day and a half later: *
"Huh? Where am I?" Bob screamed as he looked around. All he saw were hundreds of thousands of sandwiches.
"The SOUTH SANDWICH ISLANDS?!?!?" He shouted, looking around again. "This is the best thing that ever happened to meeee!!!" he shouted, frolicing among the sandwiches. "Finally I am free of Fred and on on an island full of delicious sandwiches!"
Too bad the sandwiches were made of plastic.
Bob was a 14 year old kid and he hated a 13 year old named Fred. They had been fighting for years on who was more awesomeness. What Bob didn;t know was that Fred was watching him from behind a rock.
"AHA!" Fred jumped up and snatched Bob's toast!
"Yummay. Thanks Bob!" "AHHHH!" Bob screamed. "Gimme my toast! NOW!"
Fred ran as fast as he could to his lair of awesomeness. Bob screamed in frustration. He didn't bother to follow Fred. Bob had a plan.
You know how you get one of those plans pr ideas that's so stupid it works? That's exactly how Bob's brain works.
He hurried to the dangerous weapons store which was run by a 16 year old named Chuck. Chuck was relatively new in the store. His dad had just bought it. "Hallo Chuck" Bob sang. Chuck flicked his blond hair away from his face and rolled his eyes which were icy blue. "Now what do you want?" He asked. Bob had showed up at the store at least three times that week and it was only Tuesday.
"I'm waiting for Fred," Bob explained, "He stole my toast"
Again, Chuck rolled his eyes. He was known for it already.
"Are you serious?" Chuck asked. "You gotta let it go."
"NO" Bob yelled. The store was so quiet that it echoed. " This isn't the first time that Fred took my toast and I won't rest until I get revenge!" Bob flipped his hair out of his face and glared at Chuck. Chuck backed off. Arter all, Bob was nearly an inch and a half taller than him and even though he wouldn't admit it, he was afraid of Bob. "Okay fine" he said
Back at Fred's place, Fred was sitting on the floor (he had a superstition that chairs were out to get him) eating the toast.
"Bob is a jerk" he said to himself then laughed. " Bob. What a stupid name!" He laughed for a while but suddenly stopped. He stood up and walked towards the door of his home. Fred walked quickly outside looking up and immediately sneezed. He made a mental note to look down when he walked outside and look up a few minutes later.
Fred had a habit of staring at the sun while walking. He wanted to see how long he could stare at the sun without blinking and how well he knew the path to the store. How well he knew the path into Bob's trap.
25 feet from the store, Fred felt something slam into the side of his head and the sudden shock of pain before he collapsed. The last thing he remembered hearing was the sound of evil laughing that he remembered hearing before but couldn't place because of the pain. Then he blacked out.
"Bob why did you do that?!!" Chuck yelled at him. "He stole my toast. I wanted revenge. Now we're even." Bob said and Chuck rolled his eyes. Then he quickly walked into the shed behind the store and grabbed a hammer.
"I've had enough of Bob." he thought as he buillt " He won't be here tonight."
Fred opened his eyes 15 minutes later and looked around. He didn't move his head. That hurt too much. What he saw was Bob 50 feet away with his back to him staring into space. He groaned and looked the other way and saw Chuck standing there, staring back at Fred. Chuck hurried over. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Uh huh"
Chuck smiled. "Good 'cause I have an idea on how to get rid of Bob. Can you sit up?" Fred nodded and carefully sat up.
Chuck nodded and pulled a set of handcuffs. Fred raised his eyebrows and shook his head, his red hair falling in his eyes. "Nu uh. No way am I wearing those." Chuck rolled his eyes. "These aren't for you . They're for BOB. Duh"
Then he walked quietly toward Bob and hit him in the head with the handcuffs. Fred winced and Bob fell. Then Chuck laughed. "I'll he right back" he told Fred and walked toward the shed.
Five minutes later he came back with a raft. "O-kay so we;re putting Bob in a floaty raft thing?" Fred asked, grinning.
"That is exactly what we're doing Fred. Help me. He's fat" Chuck said laughing.
Exactly 11 minutes and 44 and a half seconds later, Chuck and Fred were standing at the dock watching as Bob floated away on the raft.
"Where's he going anywho?" Fred asked.
"Hmm I don't know" Chuck said, thinking. "C'mon. lets go."
*A day and a half later: *
"Huh? Where am I?" Bob screamed as he looked around. All he saw were hundreds of thousands of sandwiches.
"The SOUTH SANDWICH ISLANDS?!?!?" He shouted, looking around again. "This is the best thing that ever happened to meeee!!!" he shouted, frolicing among the sandwiches. "Finally I am free of Fred and on on an island full of delicious sandwiches!"
Too bad the sandwiches were made of plastic.
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Hehe, nice!