Hey, all. I know I haven't made any fanfiction in several millennia, but I figured, as it is spring break, I would get back into the swing of things.
You know, like a NORMAL person.
Let's get started.
The jungle is a mighty place, filled to the brim with creatures of all shapes and sizes. Beautiful plants grow. Animals roam freely. Almost too freely.
"How could this happen?" cried Aviva as the stretcher hauled Martin's cold dead corpse away. He had been killed by a tiger in the middle of the night.
"Sometimes this sort of thing happens," said Chris rather stoically, although you could see the pain in his eyes.
Jimmy walked out, dropped his piece of pizza on the ground, and wept.
"He was so young!" cried Jimmy as he bawled on the ground in front of the Tortuga.
"He was older than you, Jimmy."
"Oh."
-THE NEXT DAY (THE FUNERAL)-
"Martin Kratt, animal lover, father,"
"WHAT?!" yelled Aviva as she jumped up and shouted.
"Kidding, Aviva," said Martin as he continued the eulogy.
"Martin was in inspiration to us all. A true brother. A true friend. A true Kratt."
Chris walked back to his seat, and contemplated on whether or not Aviva could beat his speech.
"Martin Kratt. He was like a brother to me. Well, not exactly, as we made out A LOT."
"WHAT?" screamed Martin as he jumped up from his coffin.
"WHAT?" screamed everyone else at the funeral.
"WHAT?" screamed anyone who reads this story.
"Good job, Aviva, you woke Martin up from the dead," said Chris.
"I have that effect on men." said Aviva.
"Now who wants to go out for ice cream?" asked Martin.
"I DO!" yelled everyone.
And so they went to Braums and ate ice cream and sang pirate songs until they all dropped dead.
THE END
A decent start to a line of stupid stories.
Okay, until next time, PB out!