My random story
(Hopefully it'll make sense)
Pudding: oh, Hi all you people what's up? Well since I am on vacation for awhile here is a Pudding's special!
Lyoko: I shall now press the big red button!
One Day far away…..
Lyoko: How far away far from here or Albuckurky Tennessee?
Pudding: (angrily) First off it's just a story second Alburkury is in New Mexico!
Lyoko: Nu uh, did you hear the announcement yesterday? It said they had moved it to Tennessee!
(Pudding turns on Radio and sure enough, Lyoko was right)
Pudding: …….Oh well (sticks out tongue)
Anyways along with the story.
Was a small group of friends from Florida sitting under a small Oak in a place called… Gainesville! They were trying to figure out what to do, there was seven of them. All with completely different name. (By this time in the story Lyoko is asleep on the couch with banana dribbled down his shirt) Lexi, Tori, Monica, Nina, Andrew, and Blake. "I have an idea let's go fishing by the lake!" Blake shouted. "Um... what lake? You mean the one with sharp pointy rocks at the bottom and absolutely no way to get out?" Andrew asked. " YuP" Blake shouted. "Kool" the group answered in unison. When they got to the lake there was a muffin lying on a small picnic table. "Ooooooh, Muffin!" Monica shouted.
She jumped for the muffin but at the same time Tori dove for the muffin. "Let go you muffin head I was here first!" Monica shouted. "No you cheese eater I was!" Tori shot back. "Um…. Excuse me girls but…" Andrew was cut off. "What?" They both screamed. Then with no warning whatsoever, Monica and Tori stuffed the muffin in Andrew's mouth and pushed him into the lake. Then they tied up Blake and out him on a stick and over a fire. Soon they sat down and fell asleep. Meanwhile Blake was screaming for help. Lexi soon came around the corner from berry picking. "Ha! I mean poor you, what happened?" she asked. "Long story short the girls went tribal." He said. "Oh, did they fight over a muffin again?" Lexi asked. "How'd you….." Blake asked. "Oh they have that fight almost every time we have a muffin." Lexi answered. "Do they always go tribal?" Blake asked.
"No only if someone interferes." She said.
To
be continued... and so it was
