Mr. Wiggles Big Adventures (Not a Childrens Story)
"I've always liked being around little children. Let's go to the school!"
You and Mr. Wiggles head over to the elementary school, known only as School 934. It is recess, and you and Mr. Wiggles lean against the side of the school and break open the vodka.
Mr. Wiggles is soon in a drunken stupor. "Vodka...vodka...what an odd word. Not too many words start with a "q," and aren't followed by a "u," but we got one here. In fact, I think "vodka" is the Indian word for "cow."
"Exactly," you breathe. "Well, what now? We are at a school, there's a lot we could do..."
"I dunno," Mr. Wiggles says. "Whadda you wanna do?"
"Well, we could-"
"What the hell?" a fat lady with a short hair cut rushes over. You cannot resist noticing her butt-ugliness. "What are you doing?!! You can't drink on school property! Get out of here now! I'll report you to the authorities!"
A queue of kids begins to line up. You need to say something.
You and Mr. Wiggles head over to the elementary school, known only as School 934. It is recess, and you and Mr. Wiggles lean against the side of the school and break open the vodka.
Mr. Wiggles is soon in a drunken stupor. "Vodka...vodka...what an odd word. Not too many words start with a "q," and aren't followed by a "u," but we got one here. In fact, I think "vodka" is the Indian word for "cow."
"Exactly," you breathe. "Well, what now? We are at a school, there's a lot we could do..."
"I dunno," Mr. Wiggles says. "Whadda you wanna do?"
"Well, we could-"
"What the hell?" a fat lady with a short hair cut rushes over. You cannot resist noticing her butt-ugliness. "What are you doing?!! You can't drink on school property! Get out of here now! I'll report you to the authorities!"
A queue of kids begins to line up. You need to say something.