I do not own Blues clues. believe me that show would be wierd if i did.
Chapter one
just another day
Steve walked down the hallway of his school. If he were late to science again, Mr. Felt would kill him. Across the hall came Bob and his gang of football players.
"So Steve, play any games lately?"
"No, not really."
Bob and his friends laughed. Steve sped up his pace, trying to avoid the bullies.
"Come on Steve, my mom goes to the same salon as your mom and she said that you play this stupid game with your discolored dog."
Steve stopped in his tracks. His face reddened and his fists started to ball up.
"First of all, Blue isn't discolored, she is a blue spanniel which is a very rare breed! And secondly, Blues Clues isn't a stupid game, it's fun and it helps the children who live next to me learn!"
There was an odd silence.
"Then why do you have conversations with your salt and pepper?"
The entire hallway bursted in laughter.
"And what's this?"
Bob grabbed the handy dandy notebook and before Steve could react he opened it and flashed the drawings to every bystander. The laughter was uncontrolable now.
"Look at Steve's pretty little pictures everyone. Isn't this drawing of a camera the best."
Steve reached for his notebook, but Bob held it up so high, Steve couldn't reach it.(Poor little short Steve.) Just then, someone took the notebook from Bob's hand and returned it to Steve. It was Joe, Steve's little brother.
"Why don't you go to class now Bob," Joe said with persistance. Today he was special. Today he was the hall moniter, the protector of justice!
"Great, more freaks. Listen, I have to go now, but I'll kick your butt later Steve. Believe me. Not even your little doggy will be able to help you."
Bob and his friends tromped down the hallway. The tardy bell echoed throughout the softmore hall.
"Great, now I'm late."