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!
