Hey guys, Tas The Toon Mouse here. Today, I will tell you the story of the big sled race in the middle of the summer. You think it doesn't make any sense? Well, it was at The Brrrgh, famous for it's snow and extreme cold temperatures, well, extreme for you humans, but not us Toons. Now, onto the story.
I got up from my light green couch and went to get some chocolate cheese cake I had still left over from my birthday. It was from my best friend (neither in the hospital or dead) Kit The Cat. I took it out of the freezer and took off the cover. I put it into a blender and put some ice in. I then turned on the air-tight blender. Yeah, cheese cakes taste better to me when it's a slushy. When the cheese cake finally liquefied and the cubes of ice turned multiplied into smaller pieces, I turned off the blender, poured the contents into a cup, then I sat on my couch and started drinking it from a straw.
KNOCK KNOCK! I nearly spilled my slushy. I put it on the table in front of me and opened the door.
"OW!" I yelled.
"Sorry Tas, I just wanted to ask you if you would want to be my dog." Kit said.
"What!" I asked.
"For the annual sled race." Kit finished.
"Oh, um, why?" I asked.
"Because, when I thought about sled dogs, I thought of you." Kit told me.
"That's nice." I said sarcastically.
"Well, will you?" Kit asked.
"Uh..."
"Please, I want to kick this rich guy's butt, he's been starting to p-"
"Whoa, watch your language. By the way, who's this rich guy?" I asked.
"Anty King." Kit answered. That rung a bell. It rung so loud that I twitched at that name.
"Hey, I know him! I hated him!" I said.
He was in my Kindergarten class. He boasted so much that one time, I took a piece of my pie for snack time and slammed it into his face, and one time when he came over when Mike was still alive, I kicked him out of my house, into a Cog. Of course, he never restocked his gags because he thought he would never need them so I saved his butt. If I hadn't, I would've been prosecuted by his dad that had a even more terrifying personality.
"So, will you help me?" Kit asked. I thought about it.
"What are friends for?" I replied.
"WOOT!" Kit cheered. She then turned around and walked away.
"Anty, you're going down!" We both said at the same time.