Agent Inks

Agent Inks lurked in the dark, waiting for the cat fish smugglers to show up in the damp and dirty alleyway. Suddenly, two figures emerged from the darkness. One was limped  slightly, and the other one had a huge grocery cart that seemed to be filled to the brim with water. There was something splashing around in it.

Inky grinned, and switched on her recorder and camera, and started recording the scene. “So you have the fish?” asked the figure with the slight limp. “You bet,” replied the other shadow. Mr. Limp handed Mr. Grocery Cart a handful of cash, about a hundred dollars. Mr. Grocery Cart took the money, counted it, and threw it too the ground. “I asked for three thousand dollars.” he growled.”Well, your not getting it,” said Mr. Limp. Suddenly, they broke out into a fist fight. Immediately, spotlights shone from the rooftops onto the fish smugglers. They were caught. Agents from all sides surrounded the evil smugglers, and arrested them. The cat fish went back to the fish refinery they were stolen from. Agent Inks was paid 15,203 dollars for her contribution, and she spent about half of it on black sunglasses, some iced coffee, and doughnuts (a lot of doughnuts).

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Inky the Murderer

There was once a kitten named Inky. She was a black cat that was so fierce, she could catch a wild bottle cap from around the house and kill it without hesitation. bottle-cap

Every bottle cap that lived feared the ferocious murderer, and even their elite force of bottle caps armed with squirt guns couldn’t take down the cat. Inky was unstoppable. Then one day, things went to far.  Inky was strolling downstairs, when she spotted a family of bottle caps taking a walk. Inky laughed like a maniac, and pounced, instantly killing the bottle cap parents and their three bottle cap kids. Inky was immediately surrounded by bottle caps with squirt guns. Water from all side pelted the cat, but Inky seemed only annoyed by the commotion. Inky jumped at one of the bottle caps that had squirted water in her eye, and ate him. Inky gulped down the chewy thing, and burped. The bottle cap cops scattered, and fled. Inky finished off the family of bottle caps and rode off into the sunset. The End.

Garfield the Horrible

It was a very sunny day outside. I was basking in the sun and eating a daisy and butterfly sandwich with a couple of toppings inbetween. I had no idea where that spoiled brat Odie was. I grudgingly got up from my throne, a chair crudely constructed out of sticks, leaves, and yarn, and walked over to the huge apple tree that Odie was napping under. What to do. I could climb up the tree, and drop down on Odie, I could pour cold water on Odie from a high branch, or I could tie his ears to the tree and ring a bell! That was the best idea of the three. I tiptoed up to the tree, and carefully wrapped Odie’s around the tree with great precision. I did a triple knot, and then a quadruple knot. Odie would never be able to get up. I snickered at the thought, and then sped away to get Odie’s favorite toy; a beach ball with a bell inside that rung whenever you shook it. I stood by the front steps, and shook the bell with all my might. Suddenly, there was a great ripping sound, and the tree that Odie was tied to was pulled from the ground with an enormous force.  Odie was under the tree, struggling and trying the keep the tree from the ground. My jaw dropped open as Odie bounded toward me. I tried to jump out of the way, but it was too late. The front of the tree crashed into me and into the front door and bull dozed it down. Somehow, Jon, who was by the front door, wasn’t even harmed as his entire home collapsed in on itself. Jon and Odie were the only ones standing. Five minutes later, the fire-fighters arrived on scene.

A Cat named Dog

There once lived a cat named Dog. Dog was a cat, even though his name was Dog. Dog was always teased by the cats and dogs in the neighborhood, because he was a cat and his name was Dog. Dog was a black cat with grey stripes all over. He looked very much like a cat, despite his name. One day, Dog was strolling around the neighborhood when he spotted two other cats trying to catch a mouse. They were the two bullies that had always bothered Dog, even though he did nothing to bother them. Dog quickly ducked into a dark alley-way where the cats couldn’t bother him. Something wet dripped onto Dog’s neck. ‘Yuck’ thought Dog. He shook his fur to try to get it out. Then, another drop of something wet plopped onto his nose. Dog shook his head trying to get it off, and looked up to see what was dripping. About five feet tall loomed a humongous bull-dog, which was slobbering on the floor. It was staring right at Dog, probably imagining him as a nice meal. Dog cowered in fear, and looked for a way to escape. The entrance to the alley-way was almost ten feet away. He wouldn’t make it in time. The bull-dog growled, sensing Dog’s fear. Then the bull-dog took a step forward. Dog bolted toward the entrance, faster than a speeding bullet, but slower than the speed of sound. The bull-dog bolted forward too, but like a turtle compared to Dog’s speed. Dog escaped, almost with his life.

The very next day, Dog was trying to catch a mouse when suddenly, a group of cats surrounded Dog. Dog looked up, and saw the leader of the gang step forward. “Hey Doggy Cat,” He said. Dog didn’t even care what they called him. The mean cat snatched the mouse that Dog had caught, and chomped it down. Dog’s stomach growled, and so did he. When Dog got angry, you did NOT want to be around him. The gang of cat bullies shrank in fear as Dog transformed into a gigantic green human. Dog was almost ten feet tall, and could easy kill all of the cats. Dog stepped forward, and the ground cracked as Dog’s foot embedded itself in the pavement. The cats scattered, all except for the leader of them all, Rippy. Rippy was frozen in fear, like a statue. Dog ripped off a lamppole which made creaking sounds, hurled Rippy into the air, and swung the pole as hard as he could. Rippy was hit so hard and fast, he broke the sound barrier. Rippy wailed and cried as he was hurtling into space. He was never seen again. Dog giggled to himself, and shrunk back into his normal body, a Cat named Dog. Dog ruled the alley-ways from then on, and if he was ever hungry, he would order his Cat Servants to fetch him a mouse or two, with some snake smoothie. He was the King-of the-Alley.

Rats vs. Cats

There was once a dark rickety alley filled with cats and rats. The cats were to lazy to eat the rats, and the rats were to lazy to run away from the cats. Since the cats were way to lazy to catch any rats, they would invent contraptions made out of thing found in the alley. Every time a rat would step on a tin can lid, a net would fall and catch the rat. And then the cat who had invented the genius trap would come and eat the rat whole. That went on for a whole month before the rats got sick of the slaughter. The rats had a plan to defend themselves against the cats. One day, while the cats were busy building their traps for the day, the rats were busy building their own traps. While the cats went out to find food, the rats sabotaged the cat’s traps, making them reversed, that when the rats stepped on a tin can, the net would drop on the cat’s hiding behind the trap, and then the rats could use a lever and yank the cat up, easily trapping it until further instructions from the Rat General. An hour later, the cats came back from their hunting expedition, and hid behind their traps. At once, fifteen rats came out of the dumpsters, and crawled forward at the exact same pace. If the rats captured all the cats at once, the cats wouldn’t be able to call for backup or run away. Every cat thought that they were going to have a feast. Suddenly, the rats jumped onto the tin cat pressure plate at the same time, and fifteen nets dropped onto fifteen cats, and lifted them up. There was a huge symphony of angry cats yowling and scratching, but they couldn’t escape. The Rat General came out, covered with battle armor and a hat to big for his head. “Throw them into the dumpsters!” He ordered the rats. It took thirty rats to lift up one cat, but they had enough. Rats swarmed under the cats in nets, and lifted them up to the dumpsters, where the rats closed the lid and trapped the cats inside. Then they got ready for war. Three rats sprinted to their temporary base, and collect ten mini-machine guns equipped with five-hundred rounds of spoiled peanuts, which were hard and stinky. The rats set them up about ten feet away from the dumpster and waited for the cats to escape. Five and a half minutes later, super-angry cats covered in banana peels and apple cores burst from the dumpster doing karate moves. The rats giggled with glee, and switched on their machine guns. Peanuts burst forth from the machine guns, and pelted the cats with peanuts twenty times a second. Every five seconds, a cat would do down, yowling and howling in pain, peanuts stuck in its fur. The rats celebrated, and the Rat General hosted a feast in honor of the brave rats. The cats were run away by a team of rats with taser guns, and sent to live in another alley-way.

The End.

Garfield Strikes Again

It was sunny outside. Jon was in the kitchen preparing his lunch. I was hungry, as usual. I had already eaten the lasagna, chicken drum sticks, and the gravy and biscuits.  would have to get my food from Jon. Just then, I had an idea. I quickly raced to the living room and scanned the book shelf. I spotted a bedtime story for cats, and raced back to the dining room, were Jon was about to dig into his steak, mashed potatoes, peas, and rice. “Can you read this to me?” I asked him innocently. Jon was delighted that I had asked him to read a book. I handed the book over to Jon, and while the book was blocking his view of his delicious plate. “There once lived three little kittens who lived in a hut-” I didn’t even hear Jon as I dug into his plate of food. The sound of me stuffing my mouth was blocked out by Jon’s droning voice and he read my book, thinking that I was listening to him. But I wasn’t.After about five minutes, Jon realized that I wasn’t even listening to him. He peeked over the top of the the kitty bedtime story, and stared at his empty plate. I burped. The food was so stuffing and delicious. Jon made a very angry face. That of a human mad at a cat that had just tricked it into reading the cat a book, but then the cat had eaten his food face. I got up and walked away, Jon shouting insults at me from back at the dining room table. I burped again, and Jon said “The ending you don’t deserve.” I laughed, and Jon growled. That was a day for Garfield. Odie barked. I was still very hungry. asked him innocently. Jon was delighted that I had asked him to read a book. I handed the book over to Jon, and while the book was blocking his view of his delicious plate. “There once lived three little kittens who lived in a hut-” I didn’t even hear Jon as I dug into his plate of food. The sound of me stuffing my mouth was blocked out by Jon’s droning voice as he read my book, thinking that I was listening to him.  It was a great trick. I might even use it again! After about five minutes, Jon realized that I wasn’t even listening to him. He peeked over the top of the kitty bedtime story, and stared at his empty plate. I burped. The food was so  delicious. Jon made a very angry face. That of a human mad at a cat that had just tricked him into reading the cat a book, but then the cat had eaten his food face. I got up and walked away, Jon shouting insults at me from back at the dining room table. I burped again, and Jon said “The ending you don’t deserve.” I laughed, and Jon growled. That was a regular day.

 

Garfield

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It was sunny outside. Jon was in the kitchen preparing his lunch. I was hungry, as usual. I had already eaten the lasagna, chicken drum sticks, and the gravy and biscuits.  would have to get my food from Jon. Just then, I had an idea. I quickly raced to the living room and scanned the book shelf. I spotted a bedtime story for cats, and raced back to the dining room, were Jon was about to dig into his steak, mashed potatoes, peas, and rice. “Can you read this to me?” I asked him innocently. Jon was delighted that I had asked him to read a book. I handed the book over to Jon, and while the book was blocking his view of his delicious plate. “There once lived three little kittens who lived in a hut-” I didn’t even hear Jon as I dug into his plate of food. The sound of me stuffing my mouth was blocked out by Jon’s droning voice and he read my book, thinking that I was listening to him. But I wasn’t.After about five minutes, Jon realized that I wasn’t even listening to him. He peeked over the top of the the kitty bedtime story, and stared at his empty plate. I burped. The food was so stuffing and delicious. Jon made a very angry face. That of a human mad at a cat that had just tricked it into reading the cat a book, but then the cat had eaten his food face. I got up and walked away, Jon shouting insults at me from back at the dining room table. I burped again, and Jon said “The ending you don’t deserve.” I laughed, and Jon growled. That was a day for Garfield. Odie barked. I was still very hungry. asked him innocently. Jon was delighted that I had asked him to read a book. I handed the book over to Jon, and while the book was blocking his view of his delicious plate. “There once lived three little kittens who lived in a hut-” I didn’t even hear Jon as I dug into his plate of food. The sound of me stuffing my mouth was blocked out by Jon’s droning voice and he read my book, thinking that I was listening to him. But I wasn’t.After about five minutes, Jon realized that I wasn’t even listening to him. He peeked over the top of the kitty bedtime story, and stared at his empty plate. I burped. The food was so  delicious. Jon made a very angry face. That of a human mad at a cat that had just tricked him into reading the cat a book, but then the cat had eaten his food face. I got up and walked away, Jon shouting insults at me from back at the dining room table. I burped again, and Jon said “The ending you don’t deserve.” I laughed, and Jon growled. That was a regular day for Garfield. Odie barked inthebackground.

The End.

 

A Cat named Dog

There once lived a cat named Dog. Dog was a cat, even though his name was Dog. Dog was always teased by the cats and dogs in the neighborhood, because he was a cat and his name was Dog. Dog was a black cat with grey stripes all over. He looked very much like a cat, despite his name. One day, Dog was strolling around the neighborhood when he spotted two other cats trying to catch a mouse. They were the two bullies that had always bothered Dog, even though he did nothing to bother them. Dog quickly ducked into a dark alley-way where the cats couldn’t bother him. Something wet dripped onto Dog’s neck. ‘Yuck’ thought Dog. He shook his fur to try to get it out. Then, another drop of something wet plopped onto his nose. Dog shook his head trying to get it off, and looked up to see what was dripping. About five feet tall loomed a humongous bull-dog, which was slobbering on the floor. It was staring right at Dog, probably imagining him as a nice meal. Dog cowered in fear, and looked for a way to escape. The entrance to the alley-way was almost ten feet away. He wouldn’t make it in time. The bull-dog growled, sensing Dog’s fear. Then the bull-dog took a step forward. Dog bolted toward the entrance, faster than a speeding bullet, but slower than the speed of sound. The bull-dog bolted forward too, but like a turtle compared to Dog’s speed. Dog escaped, almost with his life.

The very next day, Dog was trying to catch a mouse when suddenly, a group of cats surrounded Dog. Dog looked up, and saw the leader of the gang step forward. “Hey Doggy Cat,” He said. Dog didn’t even care what they called him. The mean cat snatched the mouse that Dog had caught, and chomped it down. Dog’s stomach growled, and so did he. When Dog got angry, you did NOT want to be around him. The gang of cat bullies shrank in fear as Dog transformed into a gigantic green human. Dog was almost ten feet tall, and could easy kill all of the cats. Dog stepped forward, and the ground cracked as Dog’s foot embedded itself in the pavement. The cats scattered, all except for the leader of them all, Rippy. Rippy was frozen in fear, like a statue. Dog ripped off a lamppole which made creaking sounds, hurled Rippy into the air, and swung the pole as hard as he could. Rippy was hit so hard and fast, he broke the sound barrier. Rippy wailed and cried as he was hurtling into space. He was never seen again. Dog giggled to himself, and shrunk back into his normal body, a Cat named Dog. Dog ruled the alley-ways from then on, and if he was ever hungry, he would order his Cat Servants to fetch him a mouse or two, with some snake smoothie. He was the King-of the-Alley.

Sasha

Today the Ultra high master has a fever. I can sense it as I sneak past him dark in the night. I hear a soft “Arww” sound, think its another cat, and pounce. But it turns out to be the small child. The child stares at me, and I stare at it. Its awkward for a second. Then I stalk out of the room and meow for the whole world to know I’m hungry. I hear a creaking sound, and the High master Sully comes out of his bed. I run downstairs and he follows me all the way to my food bowl. He opens the door to the food place, and pulls out my favorite thing in the world, the bag of food. He pours me some, and I gobble it up. Its supposed to be a turkey/chicken/beef/carrots/green bean mix. I don’t eat the beans or carrots though. They taste nasty. After I finish my delicious one course meal, I wash it down with beef flavored water. (Some cat food had accidentally fell into the water ). I took a nap under the babies “crib”, or whatever the humans called it. After a couple of minutes, I needed to use the utility. I meowed at the asleep high master sully, and he opened the door for me. I raced outside and loved the way the cold are rushed in between my whiskers. Suddenly, I spotted miley. That bum had attacked me, and then ran away like a coward when the high masters came to rescue me. I had to get my revenge. I snuck up on miley. Then I took a heavy rock, and smashed the rock into miley’s coward of a tail. the ground indented where miley’s tail had sunk into it. Miley yowled like a hyena and I grinned evilly as miley thrashed like a fish caught in my paws. I taunted miley and she yowled and howled like a maniac. Suddenly, the front door opened and high master sully came out. He jeered at miley and threw a bucket of cold water on the brute. I laughed, went back inside, and took another nap. It was night time. I was a little bit hungry. I padded down the stairs, making no sound at all. I opened the pantry door with my paws, and grabbed for the cat food. I plunged into the bag of food. It was surprisingly deep! I fell into a room filled with cat food. Oh yes! My dream come true! I ate to my hearts content, and finally was thirsty. I spotted a bowl of ice cold clean water just sitting on the top of the pile of cat-food. I gulped it all down and realized I had swallowed a small piece of ice. I choked on it, and coughed it back up into the empty water bowl. I appeared back in the ultra high master’s house, still stuck in the bag of cat food. I crawled out, and burped. Ahh. That felt really good. I took another nap on Sully’s bed, and he petted me.

The Epic Drone

I had a drone. It was like a helicopter but with four propellers. Drones can usually go about twenty for thirty miles and hour. But mine could go almost a hundred! It was because I had installed another propeller on it, so that’s how it got so fast. Then I added a parachute in case the battery ran out mid-flight. It would catch the air and wouldn’t crash. It was very cool. There was also a mini machine gun on top  of the drone. It was an anti-kiara gun, and would shoot high pressure air at the enemy. This was very useful. It was so strong, from five hundred yards away, it could make a straight hole in titanium. The machine gun was so epic, it could shoot a five hundred rounds in five seconds! That would definitely destroy the enemy quickly. The drone could fly for almost an hour, way longer that the other drones. That was on sports mode. On regular mode, it could fly for five and a half hours. It was pretty cool. Also, It could do flips even with the camera on! Since other drones’ cameras weigh a lot, they aren’t able to do aerobatics. But mine could, because it had such strong propellers. One day, I was flying The Epic Drone, as I called it, and was taking a video of some RC airplanes. Since it was in a drone, everything was way bigger, and it look like the RC airplanes were really 737’s. But there were restrictions for drones flying over from the FAA saying that drones or RC airplane couldn’t go over 400 feet. Then the pilot’s crashed their airplanes on purpose so it looked like an airplane crash. I landed the drone, and the pilots of the airplanes payed me each a hundred dollars for the video. I gave them the video on a flash drive, and walked back downtown. I did some aerobatic flying, and a crowd of spectators crowded around me asking questions. I answered all of them and walked home, with the drone in my custom made backpack just for carrying my drone. After I got home I turned on the stove, and cooked some shrimp flavored ramen with boiled eggs, and some orange juice. The reason I call it “ramen” is because ramen means noodles in japan. It makes absolutely no sense to call it “noodles noodles”. I feed my cat, Sasha, and eat my delicious food. Then I went upstairs, turned on the flight simulator, and switched the airplane to a Learjet. (I was very experienced with turboprop, single prop, and jets). The Flight simulator was so realistic, it had motors that shook the airplane seat if there was a strong wind. I took off from Lexington and flew to Lunken Airport in Ohio, which  took about 45 minutes. I took  break, and then took off again and flew back to Lexington. I got off the flight simulator after an hour, and realized that the construction crew was outside working on the electrical wire. I set up a table, got out the deep fryer, and started selling doughnuts, french fries, hot dogs, and gyros. I made a hundred and three dollars off of just that, and then, I went inside, took a shower, and went to sleep. The next day, I woke up, prayed Fajr, feed Sasha breakfast, and ate some leftover ramen noodles and boiled eggs. It was so delicious, I almost broke my back. After that, I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Then I started my work. Three hours later, my work was all done. I had finished math, writing, Rosetta Stone, and piano. I went outside, set up my table, and started selling donuts, french fries, hot dogs, gyros, and ale-8s ( A ginger flavored soft drink sold only in Kentucky) to the construction crew. After about an hour, I had made seventy-five dollars. Not as much as yesterday, but it was a lot of money!