Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I wish I did because then I
would be rich, but no – I don't own any of them. Although I do own the far
out stupid names, do I get any money for that??
OK, please excuse the high volume of stupidness (is that a new word, because my computer doesn't know it) in this story, I was in English when I started writing this, high as usual, and it got way out of hand. You may blame Ruth for making it go completely stupid, and AJ for making me write it out.
Chapter 1: The Anonymous Tip-Off.
Once upon a time in the far away, and non-existent, land of Middle Earth there lived a detective. He was called Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. He was chief detective in the new town of Chick- Henville, near the City of the Corsairs.
Earlier that day Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was given a very important task, he was to take a member of the public around work with him for a week, and he was given a grumpy old man called Sam.
He had been given an anonymous tip-off about a jewelled casket with... a killer kangaroo inside it. He was given the job to find the casket, this would have been easy if it wasn't for the grumpy old man. Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was small, agile and extremely flexible, however the grumpy old man was old (as you probably guessed) and carried a walking stick to help his hairy feet move properly.
His wife, Rosie, had died the previous year and his children had deserted him for being too grumpy.
The two set out on their perilous journey through the Underground Caves Of Chick-Henville to find the casket. The grumpy old man had got two steps outside of the police station and asked Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman whether they were there yet.
"Err... hello? We just got outside you dimwit, we are miles from the caves." And then walked on a few steps. When he noticed that the grumpy old man wasn't following his lead he turned to see where he was. He was exactly where Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman had left him. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm tired, can we rest and eat yet?"
"This is going to be more challenging than I thought." He said under his breath. "No, of course we can't now keep moving before I whip you.
With that threat, the grumpy old man started running towards the caves as fast as he could, which unfortunately was about the same speed as a normal person walking.
When they reached the mouth of the caves later that evening, the grumpy old man sat down on a rock and said. "I simply point-blank refuse to go any further until I have eaten, what have you got?"
Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was getting very weary of the grumpy old mans laziness and grumbled under his breath as he got out the foulest looking food they had with them. He threw it carelessly at the man and hit him in the face.
"Ouch, you moron, don't you look where you're throwing things? ("Not when it concerns you." Five minutes later the grumpy old man started complaining again. "Oww! My eye! You blinded me! Oh the pain! The pain!"
"You were fine earlier."
"Yes, but that was earlier. This Is now."
"OK. We're going in." Said Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. Seeing the look on the old mans face he added "Now."
As they entered the caves they heard a faint noise...
OK, please excuse the high volume of stupidness (is that a new word, because my computer doesn't know it) in this story, I was in English when I started writing this, high as usual, and it got way out of hand. You may blame Ruth for making it go completely stupid, and AJ for making me write it out.
Chapter 1: The Anonymous Tip-Off.
Once upon a time in the far away, and non-existent, land of Middle Earth there lived a detective. He was called Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. He was chief detective in the new town of Chick- Henville, near the City of the Corsairs.
Earlier that day Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was given a very important task, he was to take a member of the public around work with him for a week, and he was given a grumpy old man called Sam.
He had been given an anonymous tip-off about a jewelled casket with... a killer kangaroo inside it. He was given the job to find the casket, this would have been easy if it wasn't for the grumpy old man. Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was small, agile and extremely flexible, however the grumpy old man was old (as you probably guessed) and carried a walking stick to help his hairy feet move properly.
His wife, Rosie, had died the previous year and his children had deserted him for being too grumpy.
The two set out on their perilous journey through the Underground Caves Of Chick-Henville to find the casket. The grumpy old man had got two steps outside of the police station and asked Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman whether they were there yet.
"Err... hello? We just got outside you dimwit, we are miles from the caves." And then walked on a few steps. When he noticed that the grumpy old man wasn't following his lead he turned to see where he was. He was exactly where Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman had left him. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm tired, can we rest and eat yet?"
"This is going to be more challenging than I thought." He said under his breath. "No, of course we can't now keep moving before I whip you.
With that threat, the grumpy old man started running towards the caves as fast as he could, which unfortunately was about the same speed as a normal person walking.
When they reached the mouth of the caves later that evening, the grumpy old man sat down on a rock and said. "I simply point-blank refuse to go any further until I have eaten, what have you got?"
Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was getting very weary of the grumpy old mans laziness and grumbled under his breath as he got out the foulest looking food they had with them. He threw it carelessly at the man and hit him in the face.
"Ouch, you moron, don't you look where you're throwing things? ("Not when it concerns you." Five minutes later the grumpy old man started complaining again. "Oww! My eye! You blinded me! Oh the pain! The pain!"
"You were fine earlier."
"Yes, but that was earlier. This Is now."
"OK. We're going in." Said Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. Seeing the look on the old mans face he added "Now."
As they entered the caves they heard a faint noise...