Mystery of the Muffin
This is Peyton. I am recording this message because…someone stole my muffin. Someone took what I was going to eat right out of my refrigerator…my muffin box. Okay, it was an old box of leftover pizza I was saving for after my next trip to Chaotic, but…someone stole my muffin!
Okay, Mom left at seven, just before I did. I locked the door and went to school. I told…Jeremy about my muffin. He laughed. I am going to kill…find my muffin! Kevin came with me after school to trade some cards. I gave him…a location card and he gave me a creature. I wanted a Danian to trade with Sarah, but he gave me some weird Underworlder. After he left, I had to move the box, and…what's that noise?!? Who's squeaking in my room? Where are you…I'll…?! There! YOU! DROP THAT MUFFIN!
"Peyton, what are you doing?" Peyton's mother called.
"Nothing, Mother!" Peyton called back, annoyed. "Where'd you go?" he gasped. The rat/mouse/beast-with-Peyton's-muffin was gone! "I'll get you…you…you…BEAVER MONGER!" Peyton bellowed. A scratching sound came from beneath his window. "You there, with the muffin!" Peyton screamed into a small hole. Light came through after a distinct thud. Peyton groaned and ran downstairs and outside. He went just below his window and looked as a tiny paper airplane flew into the backyard. "My muffin!" he screamed.
"Peyton! Where are you going?" his mother called.
"Um…um…away," Peyton called back, running after the airplane. It suddenly dived into a fenced part of his yard, where his father kept his tools. "Mom! I need to get into the garden shed!" Peyton yelled.
"The gate's unlocked! Why are you acting so strange?" Peyton's mother replied, but Peyton did not reply. He was already at the shed, looked around for the beaver monger who took his beloved muffin.
Where is he? I know he's in here somewhere. I better stay quiet in case he hears me. COOKIES! Why does Dad always leave his toolbox in front of the path. OW! Wait, there he is!
"STOP!" Peyton screamed, diving towards the muffin. All Peyton caught was fur, and the edge of a giant hole. "Oh crap," Peyton groaned, feeling himself fall forward. He was falling into a hole, a hole that shouldn't be here. "I'm going to die," Peyton whispered. He then heard talking, a lot of talking…coming from squeaky voices, the kind belonging to a…mouse.
Okay, this must be a dream. Mice can't talk. Nothing can talk, only people…and those hamsters on that viral video, or were they chipmunks? 'Christmas, Christmas time is here, time for joy and time for…' where does that come from? WHAT THE FUDGE? WHY IS EVERYTHING TALKING?
"AHH!" Peyton screamed. Something bit his right hand and now he was falling, but…not that fast. Peyton opened his eyes. Newspapers were guiding him down. They looked so big to him. "WHAT THE CRACKERS, I'M A GERBIL?" Peyton squeaked.
Peyton had fallen into the world of rodents. King Capybara granted him the right to go to Chaotic, which was the only place he could be normal in. His parents are still searching for him, and the school cafeteria, well they're just happy he stopped stealing their muffins.