My Christmas present, to you!
Chapter 4
Scoops was now in his bedroom, reviewing his newest boring articles for The Daily Rag. But then, just as he was about to have an idea, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!", he said.
But when he opened the door, no one was there. Nope. Nothing, except for a little yellow flayer.
It said:
Mr. Ming,
We are pleased to inform you, that you are invented to our 15-yearly, no-girls-aloud, future reporters convention, today at the park.
6-o'clock-sharp,
Mac Tobister of The Big City Times
Scoops looked at his watch, "Oh my gosh! I'm going to be late!"
He then ran in a panic towards the park. Meanwhile, it was beginning to get a little cloudy and there was some evil chuckling from a nearby bush.
For you see Mr. Mac Tobister is just a way of saying: Toby McCalister, and he wasn't a reporter.
And, there was no such thing as a 15-yearly, no-girls-allowed, future reporters convention.
And that was the only flayer of that ever printed.
And, no one else would be there, except a giant robot. Ready to crush Scoops at command.
As Scoops was on his way there his paused for a minute gasping. Becky happened to be standing right next to him.
She aid, "Hey Scoops! What's the big hurry?"
"Oh, hi Becky! I'm headed to the future reporters convention!", Scoops said while gasping.
"I've never herd of that..."
"Nether have I! But it's 15-yearly, and we're 10. So that might explain it."
"Oh, well, can I come?"
"Sorry Becky, it's guys only! But don't worry, if there's a guys only one, I'm sure a girls only one will open up soon!"
"M-hmm....", she didn't want to be a reporter of course, she just wanted to spend time with Scoops. But she wasn't worried about that now, this convention sounded fishy.
"Hey Scoops are you sure that-"
"Well, I don't have time to talk right now Becky, I don't want to miss this convention. Here's the flayer for more info!", he said quickly, handing her the flayer. He then ran as fast as he could towards the park.
Becky investigated the flayer, then gasped. She saw Toby's code immediately! But just to be sure, she peered over to the park.
She gasped again, there was nobody there but some giant robots.
She put her fingers on chest and yelled, "WORD UP!"
And as flew towards the park, it began to sprinkle.
To be continued...