Chapter 1: A La Sean

There I was, In a REAL FBI room! I mean, I've seen them before in movies, but THIS, was too much. The agent glared at me, like I was some small animal and he was about to have lunch. A la Sean. "So", the agent said. "Tell me everything you know about Brian Wessells."

Agent: How did you end up meeting that devil of a kid, Brian Wessells?

Me: Well, I go to school with him. We talked one day and, bam! He was my friend.

Agent: Ok…Uh, what does he do in his spare time?

Me: Ha! His spare time?!? He has none! It's always, "I'm going to lock myself in a room for today and make blueprints for my newest 'invention.'"

Agent: Mhmm…and his family?

Me: He lives with his mom across the street from our school, and his dad is always off somewhere like Australia, or Italy.

Agent: I see. You were saying something about inventions? What was that?

Me: Oh yeah. Brian's always in his room, making new "inventions."

Agent: What kind of Inventions?

Me: Well, this week he made a portable Jacuzzi. Or, at least he tried.

Agent: Hmm?

Me: It exploded.

Agent: Oh, is that so? Then we better watch out for Brian Wessells's inventions.

Me: Yup, you pretty much got it in the bag with him! I'll be leaving now! See ya later! Make sure to write! Hasta La Vist-

Agent: Not so fast

Me: Uhhhhhh…what now?

Agent: We still have some more questioning to do.

Me: What?!?

Agent: Oh, yes. So tell me more…

A FEW HOURS LATER...

Agent: Ok, so what else do you know?

Me: About who? Brian, or Uncle Jacques?

Agent: Um, which is crazier?

Me: Uncle Jacques, no contest!

Agent: Ok, then! Tell me why he's, uh…crazy?

Me: He stole my brother, and he's also been to an insane asylum uh, let me see…was it Twenty-Five or Twenty-Six? Oh yeah! Twenty-Six!

Agent: Twenty-Six. Ok, and for what?

Me: For being crazy!!!! Jeez!!!!!!!

Agent: Oh, Ok! Sorry! How is he related to you?

Me: Uh, besides being my UNCLE, he's my mom's uncle. So, he's technically my GREAT uncle. But we just call him UNCLE for short.

Agent: How did he go crazy?

Me: Well, he moved to Alaska to enter a Kayaking race and he lost. He locked himself up in a log cabin and never saw anyone for two years. When he came back, he was twitching and laughing, so we called the insane asylum, and they declared him insane.

Agent: Oh…So he lost a Kayaking race, locked himself in a cabin for two years, and when he came home, he was insane.

Me: Yeah, Ok! That's enough talking for today! I'm gonna leave! Call me if you need me! Bye!

Agent: Ah, ah, ah! One more interview!

Me: groan No! Not ANOTHER interview!

Agent: Yes, another interview!

Me: Why?!?

Agent: Because!!!

Me: Because why?!?

Agent: Just because!!!

Me: Just because why?!?

Agent: Just because, just BECAUSE!!!

Me: Just because just because WHY?!?

Agent: Just because, just-you know what? I'll let you have one day off! One day!

Me: Yay! I'll see you later! Bye! Hahaha!

SLAM!!!!!!!

Agent: groan

TO BE CONTINUED!