After my mom finished yelling at me, I went upstairs, into my bedroom. I looked outside my window, to see a cat. The cat was minding it's own business, when suddenly a dog came out of nowhere. The cat was about to fall asleep, when the dog lunged at it. The dog began to bite the cat. The cat started to shriek in pain. I looked helplessly, feeling bad that I was unable to help the poor animal in any way. Suddenly, I remembered what I was holding in my hands: the Waluigi pants. I looked at them, and then at the struggling cat. It was then I knew I could take the beastly dog down.
I bolted out of my room, down the stairs, and out the front door. I whipped the door open, and was greeted by the dog's hostile stare. I didn't know what to do. So, I just started to flail my pants in the air. This distracted the dog, who completely forgot about victimizing the cat. He began to run towards me at an alarmingly fast pace. I knew he could smell my fear; I was petrified. As each second passed, he was getting closer and closer. His teeth looked sharper than scissors. His bodyweight made the floor shake; I felt like I was in the middle of a mild earthquake. I did nothing; I just stood there like a dunce. I looked ahead, and I saw that the cat had disappeared. It probably escaped as soon as the dog had been distracted. I had decided two things in that moment: I was not going to fail now and I was also going to take a cue from the cat, and escape the dog's wrath. I took one step to my right, went back inside of my house, and shut the door in the dog's face. I could hear it's head bang against the door. Although I felt bad for causing the dog such humiliation, I felt good that I was able to save the cat. And I felt even greater that my confidence had returned!
I looked at the Waluigi pants, and I knew that I was going to be able to change the world.