Pablo loved going to the toy store. Okay, so most people said it was called the hardware store, but the things they sold there were fun, like toys. So Pablo always refferred to it as a toy store.

One day, he had a lemonade stand. He actually made some money this time, because he didn't get sued over an, uh, incident involving accidently selling poision. So he decided to go to the toy store and buy something he saw his daddy use one day; it was called a chainsaw.

The next day, Pablo decided to play with his new toy. He was skipping outside, singing the 'tra-la-la-la-la song.' It was a very complicated song; it went like this: tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-LA! Pablo was very proud of himself for being able to remember all of the words; he used to always forget the 'la's,' and often the 'tra's' as well.

"PAAAAAAABLOOOOOO!" Pablo knew that voice. It was his mother. She often nagged at him to do stupid things like to "never sit in a heated oven, dear," or "never, ever stick your head in the mouth of a hungry shark ever again." Pablo did not particularly care for this grown-up penguin lady.

"Come help my with the cookies, sweetie. I'm making your favorite, chocolate chip."

"Do they have Windex in them?" Pablo asked skeptically. His silly mother often forgot his favorite ingredient.

"Pablo, dear, remember that time you had to go to the hospital after comsuming cleaning products? That really isn't a good idea."

"Fine, then! Deprive me of my right to eat potental poision! But you will never force me to help you with your yucky cookies! Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to run through the street without looking for cars!"

"Oh, no, you won't! Why don't you play with your nice new toy instead? You told me you got a teddy bear. didn't you?"

Pablo grinned; he enjoyed lying to his mother, especially when she didn't let him do stuff that he was able to do, being the invincable penguin child that he was. He figured that his mother must just be jelous of his super powers.

So Pablo went outside to play with his chainsaw. Following the instructions to turn it on exactly, he pressed the button. It started to vibrate at once.

"Here comes Pablo!" he screamed, charging at his friends, who were playing peacefully in their giant attached backyard.

ONE HOUR LATER

Pablo was in juvie. He would be there for the next few decades. The wordt part of the punishment was that they took away his chainsaw, and told him the truth; he was not an invincable super-penguin. On the bright side, his rampage at the news got him out of juvie. He was going to a new place known as a 'children's mental health facility.' Pablo hoped they had a chainsaw there.