I was on a sugar high when I rote this so no promises hehehehehe!

"The case of the EVIL JELLO!"
by Shawn Hunter

One day this guy was walkin down the street whistlin a tune.

"I'M A LUMBERJACK AND IM OK, WERK ALL NITE & SLEEP ALL DAY! IM A LUMBERJAK & IM OKAY! LALALALALALA!"

When suddenly outta nowhere a giant thingamabob splatted down from the sky! OH NOEs!

"WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS?" the guy yelled. His buddy ran over & stared at the weird thing. "Wow that is big!"

Then the girls from across teh street came over and started screaming.

"IT'S THE EVIL JELLO! they cried.

"Evil jello?" teh guys said.

"It's evil and wobbly and it'll make stuff sticky! we gotta stop it!" one of the girls explaned.

"Butt how?" the guys buddy asked. "All I got is a magazine and some fish!"

"I got my underpantz and a cow!" the other girl said.

"I got a q-tip and some cheez!" the mane guy said.

"And I got my lucky eraser with the glowing tentacles! and candy!" the first girl squeeled.

"Hay we can put them together and make a big giant glowing sparkly jello destroying machine!" they all said. They did a dance and put their stuff together and it turned into a big robot. The robot and the Jello had a big fight and the robot won.

"I AM TEH CHAMPION!" teh robot yelled.

" I ALMOST STICKIEFIED THE WORLD! I'LL GET U ALL NEXT TIME PEOPLE!" the jello screamed and went back to its home planet.

"WE WON!" the kids said joyfully and did a dance with the robot. Then they went home and played video games and ate pie and lived happily ever after.

THE END!

Mr. Feeny dropped the paper as if it were on fire.

"You can't be serious, Mr. Hunter. This is 'the best you could do'? It's pure gibberish!" he exclaimed, a look of pure horror on his face. "I think I lost a few brain cells just reading that!"

"So...you didn't like it?" Shawn asked.

"Giving it an F would be giving it too much credit!"

"But I liked writing it and I'm proud of it! Isn't that enough?" Shawn mock-pouted. Mr. Feeny rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Hunter, the assignment was to write a short story about people coming to terms with a conflict!" he said.

"And what could be a bigger conflict than evil Jello? It came out of nowhere and these people only had seconds to build that magic robot!" Shawn said.

"And how did they build a fully functioning robot from cheese and a magazine?" Mr. Feeny challenged.

"Magic, of course!"

Mr. Feeny sighed.

"Stupid should hurt," he muttered. "Mr. Hunter," he said, more audibly, "you have the weekend to write a new story. And this time, no Jello!" He grabbed the paper and thrust it into Shawn's hand. "And if you get the chance, burn this."

Shawn pouted, sticking the story in his notebook.

"You're no fun."

Mr. Feeny shrugged.

"It's not my job to be fun. English class is serious business, you know," he said.

Cory was waiting near the bike rack when Shawn came out, sighing.

"He didn't like it?"

"That man has no sense of humor," Shawn laughed. "How did you make out?"

"Mine was 'mediocre, forgettable, unreadable, a blatant disregard for the mechanics of writing'." Cory rolled his eyes.

"Told ya. You should've gone with the Jello," Shawn said, slinging an arm around his friend's shoulders.

"Maybe next time," Cory said as they started walking.