Inky Bum was a homey-cat from the streets. Literally. She lived on the streets like a bum, and wore clothes like one too. Literally. She lived on the streets like a bum, and wore clothes like one too. Every day, Inky Bum would wake up from her bed on the rooftop of a McDonald’s fast food restaurant, and before it opened, she would sneak down its chimney like exhaust pipe for the deep fryer, and steal a huge great big bucket of still warm fries, and couple of strawberry milk shakes, and ten Fillet O’ Fishes, because Inky Bum’s actually a cat. Not even the security cameras would notice a small black Bum of a cat sneaking around stealing food. After that, Inky Bum would walk out the front door, triggering an alarm. Inky would sprint away, probably into a empty house, and eat her fill, feeding the rest of the fries and Fish Fillet’s to her bird friends, Bob and Joe, enormous pigeons that played as extras in West Side Story. After Bob and Joe had finished eating Inky’s leftovers, they would walk/fly over to Burger King for lunch. It was still five in the morning, so none of the stores were open. Inky would have Bob and Joe grab her, and fly her up to the roof of burger king, and Inky would shimmy down the fryer exhaust pipe, steal a bunch of two layer burgers, more fries, and some extra stuff for Bob and Joe. Then she would walk out the front door, and Bob and Joe would fly Inky Bum away. After they had finished eating, Bob and Joe would fly Inky to Rally’s, famous for their awesome french fries. Inky would steal three buckets of fries, walk out the front door, and Bob and Joe would fly her away. At the end of the day, they were full like a water balloon. Bob and Joe would fly away to their shack outside a meat packing building, and Inky would finish off the rest of her french fries, leaving some for a midnight snack.
There once lived an almighty king named Yllus, which is Sully backwards. He ruled the whole world, which was a very excruciating job. He had to make sure that U.S.A was not trying to steal any land from Canada, and that Africa was not trying to take over Mexico, and so on. Yllus had an army of five-hundred cats, each which razor sharp claws and titanium armor. If a country refused to listen to Yllus, and challenged him to a war, Yllus would simply command his cats to attack the country, but Yllus was merciful. He didn’t kill people. The cats would just order the country up, and the president of that country would be so scared, he would forget his/her anger and back down. Then Yllus would call his cats back. It was the year 5067, and humans were just starting to make colonies on Pluto. Year by year, the humans conquered each planet. The moon was first, since it was so close to the earth. Then Mars, then Neptune, then Uranus, etc. Humans had even started to live on the sun! It may seem all science fiction, but Yllus had used several heat resistant glass sheets, which were about a half mile thick, and placed it over the sun. The glass was resistant to all heat, including the sun. Now the sun had a glass covering over it, which wasn’t even hot, since the glass was half a mile thick. It actually felt cold under the people’s feet. Everything on the sun was made out of glass, so the houses couldn’t block out any light from the sun, and make earth go dark. The glass also had a specially made tint, to make the rays of the sun darker, so it couldn’t blind people. But that had gone wrong, and people just had to wear sun-glass contacts, which were sunglasses simplified into contact lenses. Yllus wanted to live on the moon, but he couldn’t, because King Yllus ruled earth. So some scientists just captured a couple gallons of moon air and put it in a special space, so air wasn’t allowed in. The moon air was released into the room, and King Yllus could actually float in the moon air, but with a special helmet of course, so Yllus could float. Yllus treasured his “moon-air-room” he called it, which he bought for a hundred thousand dollars. In his free time, Yllus would practice doing back-flips and programming in there. King Yllus was thirteen years old, super young to be the king of the world, but no one challenged him, because he was the King. The FAA had also made a rule that only applied to him, that he had a private pilot license, even though you had to wait to be fifteen for that. King Yllus knew how to fly. He could fly a Boeing 747, an Falcon fighter-jet, a Cessna, a Airbus 380, anything.
Its Ramadan. Every Saturday, we (me and my family) go to the local masjid, to break our fast, and to eat dinner and pray Magrib. After dinner, my two brothers and I walk over to the musaluh, so we can fight the “Duh duh heads” I call them. There are four boys, which names all start with an ‘A’. Their names are:
Adnan (The soccer dude who teams up with Audil, the chum-bucket)
Arif (The sometimes-peaceful-crazy-lunatic)
Afif (The phone crazy duh duh head)
Audil (The chum-bucket)
Crazy? But they are all brothers! Adnan is Afif’s brother, and Arif is Audil’s brother. Sometimes, we play dodge-ball with them. There is another family with three boys that usually come over, and they are super-fair, but I don’t know why they don’t come, since its way more fun to play dodge-ball with them. Last time I went to the masjid, they beat me up, and broke the frame of my glasses, and I had to get new ones. I had to beat them up badly, so I could get revenge for them breaking my glasses, but I have to wait until every Saturday, because that’s when the masjid has Iftar. On Eid, they give out toys or games to the kids, but the older kids get gift-cards. I hope I get a gift-card or like three-hundred dollars. I need the money to save up for my quad-copter! Well, I really hope I get revenge. I’ll probably smash their heads in, enough to make them stay away from me. Just joking!
Krat the rat was a little weird for a rat; He chewed on cat bones, flossed his teeth with cat hair, and wore cat ears for shoes and hats. As you can guess, Krat hated cats. He hated cats so much, he would be happy if he was locked up in a jail with a kitten.
Krat’s family, the Boyiers, hated Krat as much as Krat hated them, and Krat hated them as much as he hated cats. Krat and his family lived on the outskirts of kittenville, a huge town that only cats lived in. Everyday, cats would stream out from their school, and would started hunting for mice. The Boyiers would have to be extremely cautious, and not venture out of their house, or else they would get eaten by cats. But Krat never listened to his family. Whenever the cats would come by Krat’s house, Krat would jump out the top window, and try killing the cats. The the cats would just laugh at Krat, and try to step on him. Every day, Krat was humiliated by cats, and whenever he came inside, he would shamefully walk up to his room, and bawl his eyes out. Krat wanted to be an adventurer, just like Robinrat Cruelness, the great adventurer. Robinrat had been stranded on an island, but he had escape on a piece of cheddar cheese. Every mouse and/or rat in the world was very fond of their hero, everyone except Krat that is.
Shooey (coward) Jackson was a odd little fellow indeed. He was a parakeet, and always imagined very weird things. Shooey’s brain was about as small as a penny, which was very small for a parakeet. One day, (it was very cold and windy) Shooey was walking across the street when a couple of small snowflakes fell on Shooey’s feathered head. Since the little coward had forgotten to put on his winter hat, the snowflakes felt very cold. Tiny Shooey looked up at the sky, while cars honked at him for being in the street. Then, it suddenly started flurrying huge snowflakes of all sizes. Shooey suddenly thought up a crazy thought. THE SKY WAS FALLING!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shooey screamed so loud, that the glass in every car broke, but Shooey didn’t care. His crazy thoughts had gone too far. Shooey dropped his groceries (which contained bird-food and water) and flailed his hands up in the air, running away on his cowardly feet. Shooey thought that the snowflakes were part of the clouds that were circling the city that Shooey lived in. When Shooey got home, he was still screaming. All of the windows in Shooey’s shack had broken because of Shooey’s shrill yells. Shooey cried himself to sleep slowly. It was still snowing when Shooey had gone to sleep, and the wind floated through Shooey’s broken windows. Snow slowly piled up on Shooey’s head and feet, giving him the shivers. He had absolutely horrible dreams that he was on the ground, while the clouds and atmospheres fell onto his head. You would almost feel sorry for the poor little guy. When Shooey woke up, he still had a pile of snow on his head. Shooey started up his screaming again that the sky was falling, and started running around the town, in his pajamas, at night. The police department had to lock him up in the local jail with a bunch of other guys who thought that the sky was falling. “THE SKY IS FALLING!!!” Shooey wailed in his cell. He sobbed in his jumpsuit that no one would believe him. When it was time to exercise outside, Shooey looked outside the cafeteria window. Wheww! It wasn’t snowing anymore. Shooey walked outside, his belly full. Shooey’s jail-mates started doing yoga. Suddenly, Shooey’s pants ripped and fell to the ground, showing his My Little Pony undies. HAHAHAHA!!! The whole yard of prison-mates laughed at the little coward Shooey. Then, Shooey though of up a very horrible imagination. MY PANTS ARE FALLING DOWN!!!!!!!!