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BoBoBo's Point Of View
I couldn't let them see me. I hid behind the telephone pole, thankful for my ability to hide behind telephone poles. I worked for the F.B.I., and Gasser and Don Patch were on the F.B.I.'s most wanted list. Gasser turned around. "BoBoBo, what are you doing?" Gasser asked, staring at me like I was some kind of freak. "And where did this telephone pole come from? It wasn't behind me before." Don Patch turned to face me. "NO! They've caught up with us! They know! GET HIM!" Don Patch screamed, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses. "Hey, where did you get those sunglasses?" Gasser asked, puzzled. "Never mind those, Sunny-boy. I have his one true weakness in my pocket. HE'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!" Don Patch shrieked, pulling his weapon out of his pocket. "NO!" I cried, unable to believe the weapon. He had found out my weakness. It was all over. "A notebook? Your weakness is a notebook? How could Don Patch pull that out of his pocket? He doesn't have any pockets! You guys make no sense." Gasser said. "Not just any notebook. It's…PINK! A PINK NOTEBOOK! AND LOOK! SOMEONE DREW ALL OVER THE COVER WITH A GREEN MARKER! PINK AND GREEN BARELY MATCH! HAHAHA!" Don Patch yelled triumphantly. I gulped. The fiend. There was only one thing to do. I pulled my weapon out of my afro. "Take this, Don Patch."
(end of BoBoBo's P.O.V.)
Don Patch's P.O.V.
"NO!" I heard myself scream. "CURSE YOU, 'FRO BOY! CURSE YOU! "It's a marker." Gasser said. I sighed. Why was Gasser so oblivious? Didn't he know that this marker was permanent? BoBoBo seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Just for that, I'll show you what this thing is capable of," BoBoBo said. In one quick motion, BoBoBo used the Writer's Block of the Permanent Marker to take Gasser out (and I don't mean he asked Gasser out).
(end of Don Patch's p.o.v.)
Gasser's p.o.v.
"I can't believe you did that! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!" I screamed. BoBoBo had just drawn a mustache on my face with his stupid marker. "NO!" Don Patch screamed. Don Patch's sunglasses had been replaced with makeup and a pink dress. He was also wearing earrings and high heels. "My little boy! He's been killed! First my husband disappears, now my boy is killed with the Writer's Block of the Permanent Marker! What will become of me?" Don Patch cried in a high pitched voice. "Fear not, Donna. I, your husband, have returned. I left because we were out of milk. I had to go to the store to get us some more. I'm sorry it took me 23 years to get milk. The lines were long." BoBoBo said in a deep voice, holding a bottle of orange juice. "It took you 23 years to get milk! Wait, that isn't even milk! That's orange juice!" I cried out. "Since when are you Don's husband?" "Thank heavens you're back! You even brought grape juice with you!" Don Patch cried. Suddenly, the whole scenery changed. It became like one of those mushy-gushy scenes filled with hearts where two people are running towards each other in a field of flowers. Don and BoBoBo were running towards each other, but never getting any closer. I stared in disbelief. Is this weird or what?
(end of Gasser's p.o.v.)
Don Patch's p.o.v.
Finally, I caught up to BoBoBo. We stared into each other's eyes. I pushed BoBoBo down and grabbed the Grape Juice. "I never liked you, I only wanted the Grape Juice!" I snared. I could see the hurt in BoBoBo's eyes. I ran off to Mexico, where the Grape Juice and I got happily married. We had 67.8 children.
THE END
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