Stolen Pickle
Chapter: 1
Thank you to all of the future fans that will help me in this story. It will be shorter chapters this is my first book ever so… read away.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy not too far away, there was a man named Gary Flabby Bubba. He loved pickles a lot and when I say a lot I mean A-Lot. He lives in a world known as back to the story. He was eating his pickles and he was eating his favourite pickles when he notices that he only has one left and goes to the store.
He gets to the store and sees his best friend Cheese Head McCube Pants and goes over to say hi. "Hey Cheesey, what's up?" asks Gary. "Oh not much just buying my favorite type of salami sticks. You?" Replies Cheese Head. "Oh what a coinguidink I was just coming to buy my favorite type of pickles only one left." Says Gary. "Well I guess I should let you get home to the little cheese chunks of yours." "Yah alright I'll see you later."
So after his conversation with Cheese Head, Gary goes and gets his pickles right as he gets a phone call from the police from the bank. "Mr. Bubba?" Asks the police officer with worry in his voice. "Yes, what is the problem officer?" "Mr. Bubba, there was a robbery of the International Bank of Butcheekopia," States the police officer, "All of yours and 69 other people's money was stolen. you have no money left. I'm sorry we are working hard to get it back but the criminal was wearing an alligator suit." Gary asks very shakily, "yu-y-y-you mean I have no money?" "Precisely."
"HOW WILL I BUY MY PICKLE!?" Screams Gary. Everybody in the store looks at Gary. The mall security come and "help" him find the door out as he fights and kicks and screams, trying as he might to try and get away from the mall cop. After he got home from the long drive from the mall, he went back to eat this last pickle and it was gone.
Dunh, dunh, dunnhhhh. What will happen next no one knows.
I would like to say thank you to my first readers again. THANK YOU!