This is my 1st fanfiction and some what my friend. Me and my friend came up with the idea one day talking online. She is like a Gruntymaniac so yea...
Rules: For everytime you confuse the other grunty rancher you get aGrunty!woo!. Or you can steal them... which there is alot of. have fun R&R
Grunty Ranching Madness
Once upon a time there were 2 Grunty ranchers. There was a boy by the name of Ben. He was 14. He was about 5', 4" high. He had black and spiked hair, grey eyes and had a "don't care about anything attitude". He had no friends, but that was fine. He was really smart and he had 100 Grunties. The other rancher was named Kristin. She was 14. She was 5 feet 7". She had brown short and straight hair, blue eyes and she was even perky like. She had a care free attitude. She had many friends. In fact she had everything...including friends and money. They only thing she didn't have were smarts and lots of Grunties.
Ben's POV
"Wow it's hot out today," I thought out loud. I was taking care of my all mighty Grunties. I had to. I couldn't let my neighbor get better and more Grunties than me. I decided I needed more Grunties so I started to walk down the dirt road to Kristin. I knocked on her door.
"Who's there?" i heard.
"Allawallapo!" I answered..
"What?" came a confused reply.
"Woot, another grunty for me!"
"Noooooooooooooo! You stinky," she screamed.
Kristin's POV
Ahhh! That stupid short guy! Kristin thought, He thinks he's so smart and so much smarter then me! Well, I get better grades in the Academy of the Grunty and even edited his "POV" for him! Well, I'll get him back for sure!
I thought up an indestructible and foolproof plan that, along with furniture polish and many cans of ravioli, would get Ben back for sure and his many Grunties.
"Bwahahaha!" I screamed as I drove my destructive car of d00m up the dirt driveway leading to Ben's stupid Grunty ranch. I went up to his door and knocked three times and said the secret password devised only for Grunty ranchers to use, "Je m'appelle le Bifteck!"
Ben opened the door quickly, expecting a notice for the next Grunty Ranchers of the World meeting. Instead, he found me! I quickly took a step back, and using my ingenious idea involving the furniture polish, chucked the can at his forehead. Ben soon passed out because he was weak and not immune to pain. Quickly, I took used the cans of ravioli and using my Grunty ranching skills (which are by far better then Ben's) I craftily lured his Grunties back to my ranch, where they BELONG!
Laughing shrilly, I soon called the police to tell them Ben was dealing laying on the floor, unconscious with a can of furniture polish next to his head. The police, who knew this had just became a rule last year, quickly responded by taxing Ben heavily and banning him from owning another Grunty for a whole year. And, so everybody was happy including the Grunties. (All but Ben that is. Bwahahaha!)