General Sasha and the army of the mutant ants.

Chapter One

A New Beginning

 

There once existed a house on 12 Primate Drive that had an infestation of tiny black ants.  There were literally everywhere, and the people who lived there had to wear plastic clothes that covered their whole body so the ants wouldn’t bite them. One day, a twelve year old who lived next door to 12 Primate Drive bought a couple of ant killers, placed them around the house, and mixed anti-freeze and hot-sauce with the liquid killer. The ants were supposed to drink it, and then bring it to their nest so the other ants would be killed. But Robert,  the boy who put the ant killers outside of 12 primate drive had made a terrible mistake.

Three days later, about 90% of the ants had been killed, but the other 10% of the ants where in pain and agony. Somehow, the anti-freeze and hot-sauce had mixed together in the ants stomach, and the ant had became a mutant! Ants doubled and tripled in size as they grew razor sharp fangs. The people who lived in 12 Primate drive jumped out of the second floor windows because they were so scared of the mutant ants mutating. One ant named Anthor, (Ant Thor!) grew so big, he broke the roof of the second floor. The house’s pet anteater tried to eat Anthor with little success, and in the end, Anthor swallowed the anteater whole, licking his bloody fangs. The rest of the ants grew as big as Anthor, and they stomped around the neighborhood, eating pet anteaters, dabbing, and stuffing themselves full with pickles. Just then, a cat by the name of Sasha ran onto the street. Sasha had the gift of telepathy with the ants. She ordered them (somehow) to stop dabbing and march in a straight line in front of Sasha. Then she ordered them to do the Gangnam style dance. Then the ants marched in line order toward the entrance of the neighborhood. Anthor had the honor of letting General Sasha stand on his hairy head. They marched out of the neighborhood, dabbing wildly, to who knows where.

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Waffles for breakfast

Waffle, who was Sasha’s sister, absolutely loved Waffles. From the first time she had tasted them with log cabin syrup to now, Waffle was in a trance of eating Waffles everyday, for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Sasha, who like pancakes instead, always tried to figure out ways to separate Waffle from her Waffle mix, but it was as impossible as counting to one hundred in a second. It was Waffle’s second serving of Waffles. “Are you EVER going to stop eating Waffles Waffle?!” Sasha was going crazy now. She was so tired of Waffle using up the pancake mix when she ran out of Waffle mix to make her pancakes that Sasha was steaming. Sasha flung a Waffle onto Waffle’s face, which got some syrup on Waffle’s curly black hair, but Waffle didn’t care. She just peeled the sticky Waffle off of her face, and cut it up into slices, eating them all.

Sasha was not at school either. Waffle was still wondering where Sasha could be when Waffle’s best friends, Katy and Amy walked up. Katy was exactly Waffle’s age, eleven, but Amy was a year older than the two friends. “Have either of you seen Sasha?” asked Waffle. Amy nodded no, but Katy said: “Last I heard, your sister was in a mad frenzy shopping for pancake mix at the super-market!” Katy spilled out. “What?!” They all walked to the cafeteria, which was really clean, to eat lunch, discussing ways to calm down Waffle. Even after lunch, they had still not found a way to calm down Sasha.

“See you later!” Sasha called to them as they walked to their science class. Sasha saw Micah, the class clown, sticking pencils up his nose.

Veggie-boys 3 Sneak Peak

After the defeat of Mr. PC, the Veggie-boys were completely famous. Everyone wanted a autograph, because it was worth more than a million dollars. Robbie and Matt were worn out from writing, and Matt’s wrist was spraining and covering in pen ink. Last Saturday, a tourist mob had demanded a couple of pictures with the superheroes, and Robbie and Matt had to fly away to save themselves from getting trampled. “I’m so tired,” Robbie complained, resting on his chair in his house. Matt was no better. His hair was all scraggly, and he looked like a homeless person, except with a superhero costume on.

“This needs to stop,” groaned Matt. His pet Waffle, (Which Robbie had found in a deserted alleyway) was licking Matt’s hair, so instead of looking like a homeless person, he looked like a punk rock-star.

Robbie got, and turned on the television. The news channel came to live, and the usual reporter, Matt Samson, blabbered into the microphone. “It appears that a huge rainstorm has passed over Florida, and is heading toward Kentucky,” Samson said. “Some scientists have detected large amounts of soda that has replaced the rain.”

Robbie looked at Matt, who had eyes as wide as dinner plates. “We better get ready! This might be a villain that needs to be defeated!” Robbie and Matt raced off, with Waffle trailing behind them.