Caillou decided to go play in the park across the street by himself, now that he was a "big boy". (He had stopped using diapers for the first time in 5 years.)

In this excitement, Caillou didn't tell his parents where he was going, being they were starting to become un-effected by his constant crying and whining about every detail he didn't like to get what he wanted. It was his big day! With a cherry Kool-Aid in his hand, he had made his first attempt at crossing the street all by himself. Taking his first step on the pavement with pride, Caillou got a rush and decided to run. Without thinking or looking, he had ran across the street clutching his Kool-Aid.

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SCREEEEEEEECCHHHHHHHHHH! I slammed my breaks just in time before I hit the son-of-a-bitch that came out of nowhere. Don't parents watch out for their kids now a days? I didn't even want to think what would happen if I hit the kid. (I probably would have done the world a favor, but then I hate lawsuits.)
Shaking my fist out my window, I practically screamed "WHERE'S YOUR MUM, YOU DUMBASS KID?" He didn't even look or pay attention, just ran off as he were.

Never again would I drive past this road. I think I got whip-lash...

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I heard something really scary. Maybe I'll find a bush to cry in later, but for now I was in big boy heaven. I was in the park, all by myself! There were kids playing, running, shouting, laughing; now I wanted to be apart of it.

This park was monstrous, with slides like at amusement parks and swings everywhere. There was even an underground tunnel for kids to hide! I decided at that moment to see it for myself.

I slid into the cement tunnel at a quick pace, excited to see where it led to. It was dark and roomy, but not many kids were in there as far as I could see. I took a turn as I crawled, leading into another branch of tunnels. It was warm, dark, and really cool. I think I could stay here forever...

Then, I heard a voice; "Do you want some candy?" bellowed the deep echo. Oh, boy! I just got here, and people are already giving me candy! "Sure," I exclaimed, crawling towards the figure in the distance. The boy was older (18-19), the cool kind of older. He had what looked to be mesh shorts and a shirt with the name 'Jack Daniels' sprawled in bright letters. That's a really cook name, Jack.

"I've got tootsie rolls, butterfingers, and sugar daddies. Only, you have to do something for me to get them." the boy explained. Oh, boy! I loved butterfingers!

"Whatcha want, Jack?" I asked innocently. When you say things like you're a kid (I'm a big boy, though), people give you things you want.

"My name is Chester. Call me brother. Come closer, kid." boomed the older boy.

"Wow, brother?! I've never had a big brother before. Why does your shirt say Jack, then? I like brother better, though." I inched forward into the darkness, the light dimming the closer I got. I think he was sliding backwards a little.

"Just because. Don't be shy, I won't bite. Just come give me a hug." The glimmer in his eye was fading from the light, but he was smiling widely.

And with those words, Caillou was never heard from, found, or seen ever again.
No one cared to look for him, due to his ignorant cries and "Wahs" that no one could no longer take, even his parents.
The world lived happily ever after!