The flying Jimbo.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. © Disney. Based on the novel Treasure Island. By Robert Louis Stevenson.
There was once a boy named Jim Hawkins. He was 15-years-old. Jim loved solar surfing. It was his favorite thing to do. He did it all the time. Every morning, after breakfast, Jim hopped on his surfer, and headed for the mines of his home planet, Montressor.
Occasionally, Jim got caught by the robo-cops. He wasn't scared by them. They couldn't stop him. Jim still went surfing everyday.
Why did he do it? He loved the sense of freedom it gave him. You don't believe me? Then I highly recommend you hop on a solar surfer, and feel for yourself the kind of freedom it gives you.
A/N: I'm perfectly aware that the ending is a little far-fetched and cheesy. Solar surfers haven't been invented... yet. I think they will be invented someday. That would be so cool. The reason it ends like that is I originally wrote this as a school assignment, and was in a hurry to finish it. That was the only ending I could think of.