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| Hi. I�m going to tell you about how I saved the world from the evil Fish food smuggler goldfish. My name is Lawrence, I�m purple and orange duck billed platypus. I was walking along one day and I said to myself, �I think I want to go to Antarctica.� So I found a pogo stick and hopped on my away to Antarctica on my pogo stick. Since I started out from Maine, there was along way for me to travel. There was about two feet of snow on the ground so the pogo stick wasn�t able to work until I got to further south where it was warmer. After a couple of days of walking, I was finally able to whip out my trusty pogo stick and start hopping. I found a penguin along the way whose name was Muffins he wasn�t a very bright penguin but he was good company. Muffins loved playing marbles with me, we played for hours on end. Muffins told me that he had been away from his sisters and mother for a long time and they lived on a little iceberg off the coast of Antarctica. He said that they needed him to help the family business, selling fish food to the locals because their business wasn�t going so well. So I invited him along for the trip so he took he scooter and we both scooted and hopped for a little. A lot of people who passed us by stared at us like we were aliens or something but we didn�t know why. Then, when we came to Mexico and found a three-toed sloth named Cupcakes, who was rather friendly. Cups, as we so fondly called him, loved to snow board. Cups told Muffins that he rarely got to hit the slopes in Mexico. He told us about his little snow boarding shop that was tucked away in the Sierra Madres and there weren�t too many people who wanted to go snow boarding. He asked us if it would be all right if he came along with us so he could reopen his shop. So he came with us 2 and took his blimp. So cupcakes, muffins, and I continued our journey to Antarctica with our pogo stick, blimp, and scooter. After three days of hopping, scooting, and flying along, we got tired so we stopped at the local inn, which was named the Hippo Hopi Hoopla Hotel. Oddly enough the owner was a hippo, so Cupcakes asked why would hippo be so far down south. The hippo, which was named Raspberries, told us that he wasn�t really a hippo and that he was actually a polar bear secret agent off on a mission. After along night of snoring, we went out for breakfast at a strange looking Chinese restaurant called Cho Yun Fat, which just happened to be the name of the actor from �Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon�. He said that he was 2 find and fight the evil goldfish drug lord in Antarctica, named Harold. Harold was an evil goldfish that liked to grow and sell hakuna matata, an illegal fish food from the lion king to unsuspecting schools of flounders. This fish food caused the fish to extract the disease, Tamahomie. This disease allowed the fish to live a normal life, but once they died or were killed the animals that ate them would also take on this disease. We talked awhile about Harold and his ninja clan of gazelle. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a group of overgrown salamander getting rowdy. Raspberries went to go see what was going on. All of a sudden a whole herd of gazelle threw down ropes and climbed down to attack him. We all sprang to our feet and helped Raspberries hold of the gazelle. These gazelle weren�t normal they all must have had a good dose of that fish food they help Harold smuggle. Their eyes were bloodshot and they had canine teeth much longer than normal. The gazelle used their speed against us until Muffins pulled out his huge sack of marbles and threw them all over the wooden floor. Before we knew it the ninja gazelle were flying out windows and sliding into chairs and tables knocking them out cold. Quickly, we left the scene of the fight. Raspberries said that we needed to leave immediately. Raspberries took off on his Cirrus 1999 broomstick and flew with us on our way to Antarctica, where Harold had his main supply warehouse. We came upon the little town of Whosits and found a little monkey named Eduardo. He was rather solemn for a seemingly energetic looking monkey. We invited him to join us for some crepes at the tiny inn owned by my friend, Bushanook a French bush baby. Eduardo agreed to have a crepe and a cup of cappuccino with us. Bushanook greeted me with a huge hug and lots of hot cocoa, which we were all grateful for. I hadn�t seen him since I went to Strasbourg in 1987. He sat with us and we chatted for hours on end about the recent kidnappings of the locals. Suddenly, Eduardo got up and stormed out of the inn. I chased after him to see why he was so upset. He told me that Harold had kidnapped his younger sister Oba just a couple days ago. We were all in shock; we never suspected a goldfish of kidnapping a monkey. But of course, the strange gazelle cronies of Harold must have helped him out. I convinced him to come back inside and heat up by the fire and finish up his dessert, so we could find out more about her kidnapping. To be continued� |
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