Eric L. Story

The Little Man That Could

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Foreward

Based On A True Story. More Chapters To Come.
An original production by Eric Lawless.

Chapter 1

The scene was set, on the brisky fall day, George's cat Fluffy laid there dead on the sidewalk. George cried a silent cry, but then he too died. He was an unhealthy child with little regard for cleanliness. He didnt die because of his unhealthy hygiene though. There was a killer. As George and his cat laid there motionless, the Tooth Fairy was trotting along the sidewalk. She wore this white dress, much like a tutu. It had wings; she liked to fly. Sometimes when she was alone, she would daydream about flying over Minneapolis; the home she never had.

As she was walking home from her part-time job as a Banjo string straightener, she stumbled upon George's dead body. The fall broke her leg, and an ambulance soon arrived. The ambulance crew was stunned to see George's dead body, and right away suspected the Tooth Fairy. "It wasn't me," said the Tooth Fairy. The EMT's laughed. They laughed with intensity so great, that the Tooth Fairy cried. Remembering that she was a fairy, she pulled out her magic wand and zapped the ambulance crew back to the hospital. She then mended her own leg, questioning herself on why she called an ambulence in the first place. "Oh yeah," she thought, "I like using my phone." And she did like using her phone. One day in 2001, she talked on the phone to her mother, and ever since then she has loved her phone.

The Tooth Fairy knew exactly who killed George. "It's the dog," she thought. At that moment, the dog with shifty eyes was slowly slouching around the neighborhood. Spooky. She then stole a Mustang that was in the street next to her and went down to the Post Office. As she was walking into the building, she glanced back and saw the wild horse eating the flowers next to the parking lot. She chuckled and shrugged "What are you gonna do?" Inside the mailroom, she bought a stamp for her envelope. She put a letter in the envelope, and sent it to her Auntie Jane's house.
The letter read:

Dear Auntie Jane,
Hello. The pillow is fine, and don't worry about the mitten.
Love,
Toothie McJones

After that exciting event, she strolled down to the local police station. After 15 minutes of waiting, they called her into the office. "So your'e the toothfairy?" asked the Police Chief. "Yes," she said, "And I want to tell you about the dog." "Well your'e not gonna be seeing any dogs where your'e going," replied the police chief. The Tooth Fairy stared back inquistively. "She looks more like a rabbit to me chief," said a patrol cop named Louis who was checking in. "She does, doesn't she. Well it is rabbit season....lemme go get my rifle," the chief retorted. At that moment the Tooth Fairy shot 50 quarters with her wand at the chief knocking him down. The chase was on. The police chased her in their car. She flew away. The chase was over. "Hey chief, can I drive back to the station?" Louis asked. "Anything for you, Birthday Boy."

Chapter 2

This is the moment Jon enters the story. Jon was a strange man, for he was a professional gambler. Night after night he would study habits of other poker players, trying to get an edge on the dealer, as well as other gamblers alike. As he was coming home from the local gun shop, he marveled at the shiny new gun he had just purchased. "This is one nice gun," he can remember himself saying. At this moment, the dog with shifty eyes strolled in front of Jon nearly causing him to trip. Jon saw the dog, pulled out his gun, and before you knew it, they were playing poker. Five of them were sitting around the table. Jon, the dog, Percy, Louis, and the police chief. The dog held his cards close to his face. His eyes slowly shifted from side to side, just like you see in the movies. The dog folded, and thought,"Never bet on a pair of threes."

The Chief was running low on money, and only had the 12.50$ from the tooth fairy left. Percy was the big winner so far, since he won nearly every game. Then the game got out of hand. "Hey I thought I told you no feet where you play cards!" Jon yelled at Percy. But Percy was a deaf mute. There was no effect. There was a brief akward silence before the bullet tore through Percy's head. Louis and the Chief took out their guns and handcuffs. "Hey Chief, can I hold my gun sideways? It looks so cool." Louis asked the police chief. "Heh, anything for you birthday boy." "I hope it never ends," replied Louis. Jon was arrested, and the sly dog ran away to the basement. There he saw an old dusty box. It has a towel in it. After a brief snack, the dog was on his journey home. There was a problem though, he didn't know where to go.

There was no turning back at this point, Jon was in the middle of his escape, when he ran into his old pal, the dog. They had lunch at the East Side Cafe together before getting to the secret hide out. The cops in the meantime were munching on some munchies. They hadn't even fathomed that Jon had escaped out of the back of the police truck on the freeway. But nontheless, it was true. "Calling all officers! Calling all officers!" yelled the police radio. "Hey that's me!" the chief said to himself with a smile. "There is a bad man at 123 Fake-----" "Oh my batteries are dead" the police chief said to Louis as the call was suddenly interrupted. "Well thats the last time I use Duracell!" "You tell 'em chief" replied Louis. And they were off to 123 Fake St. It was on at the corner of Fake and Unfake St. When they got there they saw noone, except for a few guys who were having a party, and a few neighbors with their Jeep Grand Cherokees. "Hey! has anyone seen uhhhh.....what was his name again Louis?" the police chief stuttered. "I think it was Mr. Badman" said Louis. "Mr. Baaaadwhat? Mr. Batman?" "No, No," replied Louis, "Mr Badman. 'D' as in Daniel." "Oh, right. Has anyone seen Mr. Badman?" Nobody did; they just stared back at the cops. "Ok thanks for your time," Louis told the crowd. "Louie, I'd like to think we made a difference today," the police chief said with a smile, as they walked out the door.

Chapter 3

Meanwhile, Jon and the dog were at 123 Fakewing St, robbing the innocent homeowners of their money, goods, and safety. As he ties them up Jon said, "Heh, I could make a living by doing this." It was at this point in which he realized that the dog did not understand him, because he was a dog, and the people tied up were dead. He accidently set them on fire. "FIRE!!!! NOOOO!" he screamed. The house was burning down. Where is the dog? he thought. My faithful companion is missing, he thought again. The dog happened to be out back grilling some burgers. They weren't any old burgers though, they were big burgers imported from Texas. "Beefy" the dog thought to himself in dog language. Jon then found the dog and decided its time to leave the house before it burns down. At this point, the local highschool marching band was having a parade on the street near the house. "If we jump into the parade" Jon said, "then we can pretend we are part of them, and not get in trouble for lighting the house on fire." The dog was not listening however, he was enjoying his third big beefy hamburger. Jon then left the dog and went into the parade.

As he was marching with the band, onlookers were looking at him suspiciously. Jon saw this, and took his emergency flute out of his pocket and started playing. This put the smiles back on the onlookers faces. At the head of the parade was a man holding a large baton and twirling it. The man was only 37 inches tall though. He still had a smile on his face because he was at the head of the parade. Just then he fell into the open manhole in the street. He fell 12 feet into a large room with nice carpeting, a refrigerator, couch, beds, bathroom, and a big screen tv. Wow! he thought. As many readers of this story would have guessed, Jon fell into the manhole too. They quickly made friends of each other. They explored and found out that this place has a few other smaller rooms connected to the main room. "This is amazing!" Jon said. "Yeah! the bathtub is as big as my house!" said the little man.

"Uh oh" said the police chief. "Weren't we suppose to do that thing tonight?" "What thing?" asked Louis. "Yeah....well, lets get back to the station. Ohhhh, hey theres an open manhole over here Lou." "Sweet, I'm going down first!" replied Louis as he jumped in. "Ok, so I guess I'm going jump too." said the police chief who always wanted to be cool. They landed in a large, dark sewer pipe filled with a half inch of old water. Well this is not cool thought the police chief. "Isn't this so cool?" asked Louis. "Sure is," replied the chief. "Hey look at this, its our old pal, the dog." It was in fact the dog that they had played cards with before. "How'd ya like that towel in the basement? wasn't it great?" The dog did not reply. They sat there for a while thinking of what to do. "Too bad my radio batteries ran out or i could've called for help." "How bout we just scream help?" asked Lou. "Noooo, we don't want any pedestrian heroes saving us. WE are the heroes, remember?" "Oh yeah," said Lou, "I almost forgot the policeman's motto." They sat there for hours before deciding to explore. Meanwhile, the funeral was being planned out by Percy's family. They decided to go with a pirate theme.

Chapter 4

The little man awoke the next day to find it was all just a dream. While brushing his teeth, he tried to relive it.....The little man was a cool surfer dude. He rode the waves all day, and didn't find it awkward to say "Narley". Everyday, he and his cool surfer friends would start out by eating breakfast at the Beach Breakfast Bar. After hanging ten with his pals, they would go shoot some hoops. The little man was 7 feet tall. He slammed the ball down the hoop every chance he could. He could be quoted as saying "Boo Yah!" quite often. But he knew this wasn't the real him. The real him was a surfer at heart. His favorite trick was the slammeramma. That was when he surfed while drinking an orangeade snapple. The little man didn't have any money, but he didn't need any. He lived in a beach shack and got his food for free because of his surfing greatness. "This is the life," the little man said over and over. His friends aggreed.......But that was all a dream, and in reality he was stuck with Jon in the underground palace, isolated from society, because the manhole cover was now closed.

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