The TRUE Story of Bob

DING DONG! The doorbell rang again. Bob again raced Susie and won because she tripped on a leftover piece of three year old stinky cheese. Bob then stubbed his toe on a plant, and ran to the door. Then he screamed, for standing in the door were his three best friends, Moe, Larry, and Curly.

“MOM?!” he screamed again.

Here’s a little bit of info about his friends: Moe had plastic surgery on his ear (he also had mental difficulties), Larry had a bald head due to obsessive attention disease (that means he pulled on his hair so much to get attention, he became bald), and Curly had a unibrow.

“My mom said it’s time for “THE TALK” so I- we decided to run away to your house.”

Larry said grinning brightly. “You can live in my back- speaking of backyards; my mom got me a pet!”

“Let me guess,” Curly said, “you finally locked up Fatso and chained him up.”

“No,” Bob said “I finally chained Fatso- oh, wait….” His voice trailed off.

“And Larry,” Curly said turning on to him, “your mom is-was trying to tell you that you are going to have a new sister.”

Larry glared at him and said “Doom on you, Doom on you…”

Soon Moe and Bob joined in “Doom on you, Doom on you...” “All right!” Curly yelled, unibrow wrinkling in frustration.

“I won’t tell on you, you happy?!”

“You’s happy.” Larry said, pulling Curly into a hug.

“Do you want to see Fatso?” Bob asked breaking the moment.

“Yah!” everybody said in unison.

Soon they all ran down the hall, and stubbed their toes on the plant, and looked out the window. There -screaming his purple looking face off- was Sam.

“Let’s go ruin Sam’s day!” Moe yelled happily.

“Didn’t we already ruin his day?” Curly said wincing at the sight.

“Yeah!” Moe squeaked happily starting to open the door, but Bob stopped him.

“This is a wild beast, and we need to be equipped with certain items just in case it attacks.” He turned to Moe.

“Moe, go get silly putty, Larry get that silly string junk, and Curly, Get my secret supply of that rotten cheese.”

Curly gasped “Not the secret supply boss!”

Bob’s eyes flashed menacingly. “Oh yes, The Secret Supply.”

Curly whimpered as he left. “It’s payback time Sam.” He whispered, and then began laughing evilly. “BWA HA HA BWA HA HA HA H-”

“Uh boss,” Larry asked holding four cans of silly string. “What are you laughing at?”

“Revenge.” Chuckled Bob, “Sweet, sweet revenge.”


BY: Delaney
11 Years Old