It was huge. Actually, it was ginormous! It towered over me and my mouth watered at the thought of eating it. It was the hugest chocolate chip cookie I�ve ever seen and it was all mine. Now where�s the milk?
Out of nowhere a big glass appeared filled to the brim with chocolate milk. I was in heaven.
That�s when the ground started shaking, and I tumbled over, landing on my bottom. Earthquake! I was scared as heck and I didn�t know what was happening, so I did the only thing that any normal six-year-old would do. I screamed.
I screamed so loud, it woke me up and I bolted up in bed. I stopped screaming as I realized that I was in my room at Uncle Billy�s house, but the bed was still shaking!
�What�s the�� I muttered. Then I noticed him. Mom doesn�t like me jumping on my bed, but there was Uncle Bobo jumping up and down like a crazy person. He bumped his head on the ceiling then collapsed beside me, laughing and rubbing his head.
�That woke you up.� He grinned at me.
I growled and swatted at him, but he just rolled out of the way. Luckily, he rolled off the bed and I heard a loud thump, then a groan from the end of my bed.
Giggling, I crawled over and peered at him from on top of the bed. �You�re funny.� I grinned then jumped on him. He groaned when I landed in his lap, I guess I was getting bigger. I hope so!
Uncle Billy looked at me for a moment, deciding something. After a moment he finished deciding and stood up, making me fall on the floor with a thud. Ouch.
�Come on kiddo. You�re going to help me with diner.�
�Yes!� I cheered, scrambling to my feet. I loved cooking things. Once, my dad and I had made chocolate chip cookies for my grampa and we burnt them to a crisp. It didn�t matter though, I gave him the batter instead. It tasted better anyways.
I raced Uncle Billy to the kitchen but he won �cause of default. He had longer legs.
Uncle Billy started pulling things out of cupboards and the refrigerator and I climbed up on the counter. We began making steak with my uncle�s famous glaze on it, as well as potatoes and carrots and peas� and I got to crack the eggs. Guess what? None of the shell got into the bowl either!
Uncle Billy was just finishing up with the meat when I decided to clean up a bit. I grabbed the bag of flour that my uncle was going to use for the gravy, off the counter, not realizing how heavy it really was. I went to jump off the counter when Bobo noticed me and ran over to help me down. Too late. I fell, sending flour all over the floor and all over Uncle Billy. He was wearing a black tee shirt too. I stared up at him from the floor for a couple seconds the broke into a fit of giggles. His hair had turned white!
He just looked at me, then the flour, then his shirt. �That�s it!� I heard him yell.
Uh oh.
He picked me up off the floor at set me on my feet. He then picked up the spilt bag of flour off the floor and put it in the counter where I had been sitting. Uncle Billy lowered himself down to my eye level and I just stared at him, trying to hold in my laughter.
�You know what happens to little girls who spill things all over their uncles?� he asked, in a serious voice. I was shocked, Uncle Billy had never been mad at me before.
�What?� I asked quietly.
�This.� With that, he grabbed some flour off the floor and threw it in my face.
Backing up, into the counter I was coughing and hacking while Uncle Billy just laughed at me.
�There.� He grinned, �Now we both have flour faces.�
I glared at him, then quickly ran over and got the chocolate pudding we were gonna have for dessert.
�Oh no Alex. If you throw that on me, what will me have for dessert?� he asked.
I looked at the chocolate pudding and decided it was too precious to throw at him, so I put it back and grabbed a bottle of salad dressing, while Uncle Billy grabbed a bottle of juice. It was one of those scenes you see in the American western movies with that old guy on a horse. You know, with the guns and stuff? Well our guns were juice and dressing and we were both ready to use it if we had to. And we did.
Five minutes later I was drenched with juice and salad dressing while Uncle Billy only had juice all over his arms. It was a well fought battle, but I lost miserably. See why I hate being short? See? I wish hobbits were real� better yet, I wish Orlie was here to help me get Uncle Bobo back! I remembered the plan at this point and smiled to myself. Uncle Bobo was going to get what he deserved.
Uncle Billy checked his watch. �Okay kiddo, we�ve got two hours before they get here. Bath time.�
I smiled. Most kids don�t like baths, but I love them because of the bubbles. That, and my rubber ducky.
I got up on my feet and raced to my room while Uncle Billy poured the bath water. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom. Uncle Billy had almost got the tub filled, with bubbles and all.
�Now remember to clean your hair too.� He said, handing me a bottle of kids shampoo he had bought for me last time I came to visit. I nodded.
�Just call me if you need anything, I�ll be cleaning the kitchen.� He said as he left the room. See what I mean? I don�t have to do anything while I�m here. Uncle Billy�s like my own servant� cool.
I stuffed my dirty clothes in the corner of the room and slowly got into the tub. I was in there for a good 15 minutes and I washed my hair and all. I looked at my fingers and decided they were wrinkled enough so I got out and wrapped a towel around because it was cold! I picked up my clothes and ran as fast as I could to my bedroom, hoping my clean clothes would warm me up faster. When I went into the room, I came to a complete stop. In front of me stood Uncle Billy holding up a dress.
�No!� I screamed, dropping my clothes and my towel on the floor, and streaking down the hall.
�Alex!� I heard Uncle Billy call out in frustration as he chased after me. He caught me quickly because, again, by default. He did have longer legs. Did I mention I hate being short?
I struggled, putting up a good fight, hollering at the top of my lungs. Uncle Billy held me down with one arm and slipped the dress on with the other. That though was the easy part. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. He wasn�t going to get this dress on me. No way.
I told you my uncle was smart though. And he really is, because he tickled me. I began squealing at the top of my lungs from laughter and uncrossed my arms. I realized my mistake, but it was too late. Uncle Billy grabbed one arm and pulled it through the sleeve, then grabbed the other and yanked it through the other sleeve. Standing me up, I accepted my defeat and grumbled as he turned me around and zipped up the zipper.
�There now,� He sighed, panting from exhaustion, �That wasn�t so bad.�
An hour later, it was five-o-clock. Uncle Billy had taken a shower and changed himself. He was wearing dress up pants and a dress up shirt. He looked like an adult now more then ever. At least earlier he had jeans on, but now he really was an adult.
Uncle Billy had forced me into wearing my black shoes too. I don�t know why mom had packed them, but she did and I swore revenge on her for doing so.
That�s when I heard a strange noise coming from Uncle Billy�s office. It sounded like an �Uh oh!�. I wandered in cautiously, wondering what on earth could be in Uncle Billy�s office that could talk. I peaked around the corner and only saw his computer screen. There was a flashing thingy that had a name or something beside it.
�Bobo!� I called, �You�re computers trying to talk to you!�
Uncle Billy came over and walked into the room. I followed him in. He sat down in the computer chair and lifted me up on his lap.
�It�s a message from Dominic.� He told me.
�Who?� I asked.
�Domin� oh, uh Merry. It�s a message from Merry.�
�Oooh.� I said. �What�s it say?�
� It says: BILLY TALK TO ME OR I AM CANCELLING THE INTERNET!� Uncle Billy laughed. He then began typing something in reply. Luckily, he said it out loud because I can�t read yet. �How do you have the power to cancel the internet?�
There was a slight pause, and then Merry responded.
�Cuz I am God.� Uncle Billy laughed as hard as he could. I didn�t get it.
Uncle Billy talked with Merry for a few more minutes and I counted that Merry called Uncle Bobo a fairy princess eight times. I was surprised that Uncle Bobo didn�t get mad at this, just smiled.
After a few more minutes, Merry told Uncle Billy that he was coming over now. Uncle Billy looked at his watch then turned to me. �Well kiddo. It�s five-forty six. Are you hungry yet?�
I nodded since I had skipped lunch because I was to scared about seeing that guy almost kill Uncle Billy.
We walked out to the living room and Uncle Billy looked around making sure everything was picked up. He seemed satisfied and left to go check on dinner.
I watched him leave then jumped a million meters in the air as the doorbell rang.
�I�ll get it!� I screamed, hoping it was Orlie because I wanted to tell him about the food fight and how his plan was going to be great to get Uncle Billy back with.
I raced to the front door, thankful that the inside doorknob was one that I just had to pull down to open. The circle ones were hard to get a hold of.
I pulled the door open, expecting to see Orlie, or Mr. P., or a hobbit, but instead a tall guy stood there. He was the same height as Orlie, but this guy had short brown hair that was cut into one of those Mohawk thingies. Orlie had long blonde hair.
�Hey Alex!� the guy grinned. This really confused me. How did this guy know my name?
I decided that he was probably a stranger and shut the door, leaving the stranger out there. I then decided to go tell Uncle Billy because I don�t think he�d like strange people hanging around his house.
I skipped off, ignoring the knocking coming from outside. There was no way I was going to let this guy in the house. He was probably evil.