Old MacDonald's Farm

A/N: My first attempt at humor. I thought of this at 1:00 AM and decided to write it. Please be kind!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon, American Idol, or William Hung.

Once upon a time, there was an old man named McDonald, and he had a farm.

Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.

AHEM!!!

Anywho, old MacDonald had a grandson, Jack, who was to inherit the farm after his grandfather's death. Jack, however, had other plans. He wanted to be a rock star. Unfortunately, he couldn't carry a tune in a paper bag, much less play an instrument, so his dream was not exactly going as planned. He thought he was great, and that it was the fault of that jerk on American Idol. If he hadn't knocked Jack's singing, he (Jack) would be famous right now.

A few weeks after his disastrous debut, the same people that had made William Hung famous, for some reason unknown even to themselves, offered Jack a contract. So, it turned out that the farm was then handed over to Jack's sister, Jill.

Jill had packed everything she owned. Seventy-five suitcases and twenty boxes surrounded her as she waited for the mayor of Mineral Town at the dock. She was not going back home. Jack spent his time at home, when he wasn't in the studio, practicing. To Jill, it sounded like he was torturing cats. So she packed up her things, and went to take over MacDonald farm.

The mayor finally decided to show up. "Welcome to Mineral Town!" he exclaimed. "I'm Thomas." He grabbed Jill's hand a shook it vigorously. He glanced at the suitcases and boxes surrounding Jill.

"You're going to need help with those. ZACH!!" he bellowed.

A man came out of the house that was on the beach. He was tall and muscular and looked annoyed.

"You don't have to shout," he told Thomas.

Thomas pointed to Jill's things. "She's going to need help getting those to the farm."

Zach stared at all the luggage and boxes. "Where are they going to fit? And how am I going to get them to the farm?"

"You can put them in the barn. You'll think of something," Thomas said. He grabbed Jill's hand and pulled her along the beach, leaving Zach standing still in shock. "Let's go take a look at your farm."

The farm was in total disrepair. It looked as if no one had ever lived there. Weeds, rocks, and tree stumps littered the ground where the crops should have been. The house looked as if a strong wind would blow it over.

"What did you do to Pappy's farm?" Jill shrieked.

"Well, once Pappy got along in years," Thomas said, (everyone called McDonald "Pappy"), "he couldn't do too much work. After he died, no one could take care of the place."

Jill glared at Thomas. "I plan to turn this farm back to its former glory," she stated. "And if I need help, I better get it."

"Well, you have 3 days to restore it, before we have to sell it."

"Three days?!! Are you out of your mind?!?!" Jill shouted.

"Oh, did I say 3 days? I meant 3 years. Sorry, I get those mixed up sometimes."

"Get off my property," Jill demanded. "If I need your help, I'll call you."

"Wait, don't you want-"

"Scram!!"

Thomas took off, promising to check up on her later.

It took two days to move all of Jill's things to the farm. In that time, she had some of the field cleared, but knew that hard days were ahead. During the course of three years, she worked hard, and managed to restore MacDonald Farm to its former glory. She put up a fence and got a guard dog to keep weird mayor's off her farm.

Jack continued to travel with his band, The Paper Bags. He still wasn't great, but at least he was overseas.

And so, ends the saga of the MacDonald's and their farm.

Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.

A/N: Well, that was my attempt at humor. Was it okay? Did it suck? Should I not try to be funny while on headache meds at 1:50 AM?