No. 2's Day
It was morning. The sun shone on the house. The rays reflected off the window. People were outside. There were no clouds. Everyone was happy.
Numbuh 2 is sleeping on his bed. He had been snoring. His alarm clock then rang. It was frightening. Numbuh 2 jumped up out of his bed. Oh well, he thought. It was no big daddy.
Two days later...
Yes, eye noe that iz a big problemo, don't mess with ur alarm clock, Numbuh Too.
A week later...
Two bad. Numbuh 2 broke his alarm clock. He is frustrated. Now he needs to go to Best Buy. Oh wait, they don't have alarm clocks. Or do they? Maybe they do, he thought. If not, he'll probably go to Circuit City or something. Or maybe Hoagie will go online. But the Internet is very complicated. Not everyone can use it. But Hoagie can. Hoagie is a genius.
The next day...
There was a valley of dazzling sunlight in which many businesses gone on, where it laid thousands upon thousands of freshly baked alarm clocks. Hoagie, with his spunky goggles stamped on his forehead, his hulking blue shirt covering his whacking body and his khaki pants shielding his whopping legs from the appalling, shocking ultra-violent rays of the frightful sunlight, decided to wander upon this valley to get his new alarm clock.
A few minutes later...
There suddenly came thousands of clouds that filled the morning sky, its faces showing clear expressions of anger, as it bought about beaming rain and its pounding thunder. The lightning struck, whopping below into the concrete ground, blowing the grass into a dazzling, orange, and almost alive flame. It danced in the dark valley, moving with the only sound that rang in Hoagie's ears. Thump, thump, thump, thump, and thump. It was like an African ritual, with the drums beating echoing through the empty space.
The End.
