"IZZY IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN, I'M GONNA CALL YOUR MOM!!!" Angie shouted, still trying to get the insane five-year-old down from the tree.
"OH YEAHZ, call myez mommy! I wantez her to see dis tooz!" Izzy yelled as she bounced slightly in the tree causing leaves to fall.
"Well THEN I WON'T CALL HER!" angie yelled pathetically. All the yelling had caused a crowd to gather.
"Miter dud cwissy?"
"It's Chris, and yes mini psychopath?"
"LOOK OUT BELOOOWW!" Izzy shouted as she swang out over the lake screaming.
Apparently not everyone listened to her warning, Ezekiel was still standing there. "I won't getz hurted," he said "I'm a MAN, besides shez a girwl, she pwabibly only waightzez two poundz! How could she hurt me" of course that's what he wanted to say, but Izzy's feet knocking him into the next century cut him off.
"Oh my gosh! Some one call an ambulance!" Angie shouted as she ran towards the crash site. "chris, you have a phone, right?"
"Yeah but I'm not going to waist minutes on calling 911, when I could be filming this glorious llive blogging moment!" he said.
"Dammit Chris! Your such a sadistic moron!" Angie shouted, losing her typical 'cool'.
"OOOHZ! The techer said da D word!" Lindsay said pointing as Beth oo'd with her.
Through all this commotion, no one noticed the swinging girl (Izzy) was still gliding through the air quite gleefully.
"IZZY! IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN ALL THE MONKEYS WILL DIE!" Angie shouted as a final attempt to get Izzy to stop.
Izzy gasped, let go of the vine, and landed at the edge of the water perfectly, and then started crying and running towards angie who picked her up.
Angie's journal
She is very strange, but she is kind of adorable.
Izzy's journalMissy teacher is soooo nice to us! I LOVE HER AS MUCH AS MONKEYS!!!
"It's okay Izzy, It's okay." Angie said holding the small girl.
"Pleezes miss techer lady, save da monkeyz!" Izzy said.
"Okay, I will." Angie said as she began walking towards the mob forming around Ezekiel.
Harold's journal
I never knew someone's arm could bend in so many places, but thanks to Ezekiel, I got to witness it first hand, no pun intended.
"His arm looks to be broken in about six or seven places." Noah said.
"No duh, smart guy." Duncan said.
"Yeesh, sor-ry, mister, 'bad to the bone', I didn't realize medical science was your forte." Noah said, trying to be sarcastic.
"Stop bickering boys, and-" Angie was cut off by a siren approaching.
An ambulance drove up to the park and two men jumped out with a stretcher.
"Chris? Did you call?" Angie asked.
"Nope, but this is blogging GOLD!" Chris said aiming the camera at the two men who were getting Ezekiel on to the stretcher.
"I called them Miss Angie!" Heather said holding up a phone.
"Oh, why thank you heather!" Angie said.
"You're welcome! But, I thwink jou should know, Gwen told me I shoudient cawll cuz it would be better if he just lied there longer, but I twink shez just jealoos of me for being so nice!" heather said, again trying to be cute.
"I didn't say that!" Gwen yelled.
"My daddy said Jealousy is the worstest policy Gwen." Heather said matter'o'factly.
"Well I'm not jealous that you're a spoiled rotten brat!" Gwen shouted.
"Girls! No more fighting, c'mon, I think it's time to go inside, do you think so Izzy?" Angie said, "Izzy?" Angie looked at the girl she had been holding, she sighed, Izzy was asleep.
"I lika da Monkeyz " she said as she dozed in Angie's arms.
"C'mon everyone, let the men gather Ezekiel, it's time to go inside." This caused an uproar of "awww"s, "why?"s, and "do we have too?"s from the kids.
"Stop whining, besides, there's tons of things to do inside!" Angie said.
"Like what?" Noah asked unenthusiastically.
"You'll see " Angie said.
