Fang's Birthday
OMG, My first FanFic! Whatever. My evil plan has taken place.
Fang: Why did you write this crap? If someone did this, their head would be smashed!
Max: Ha Ha Ha! That's your next birthday present! I love you SO much right now Sam!
Sam (me): I love me too. Now let the good peeps read.
Max: YES!
Fang: (at the same time) NO!
Sad Truth: I don't own MR. Yet. (evil laughter)
"Good morning Fang," someone said as they opened his door. "Happy birthday!"
"If it was my birthday," he replied, "Shouldn't I get to sleep in?"
"Hey, I wanted you to sleep in, but noooooooooo! The flock wanted to give you their present," Max said indignantly. "Bring it in, guys," she called. Fang stretched and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard something being wheeled in, whispering, and uncontrollable giggles. In an infomercial voice, Gazzy proclaimed,
"Presenting, a super-duper, ultra custom-made just for Fang," he paused for dramatic effect, "punching bag!" The flock ooh-ed and ah-ed accordingly. Gazzy continued, "This life-size punching bag is designed-and painted- like a fridge with wings on the back! And on the top, is a stuffed drawing of a Flyboy's fake head! When you punch it (the voice is recorded by yours truly) it says 'I am a fridge with wings, Fang is a ballet dancer, I am not worthy, he is so graceful' and so much more," Gazzy laughed, "This has been, The Gasman with, 'Fang's Birthday Present.'" Fang just stared
A few hours later, the flock found Fang hanging the punching bag up in the basement, and trying to punch out the voice box.
"Do you think we should tell him it's unbreakable?" Nudge asked.
"Nah," Iggy replied, " He'll figure it out on his own." Just then, the bag said, " All hail Fang, the flying ballerina!" The flock looked at each other, laughed till they cried.