Tart is soooooo close to those donughts! There can't be anything that can stop him now!! Or is there...
"What does an alien have to do to get some donughts around here!!" Tart thought to himself as he walked in the double doors.
The portable pastry isle seemed almost invisible, but only because thats exactly what he was looking for. After about fifteen minutes of searching, he finally found the isle, covered with sugary snacks. He scanned the isle up and down, and finally found what he was looking for..
POWDERED DONUGHT BALLS!
"YES!! Finally..." Tart screamed, running to the check out line.
Tart was so close, almost there, when a familiar voice is screamed in his ear.
"Taru-taru!! You came to see me!" Pudding cried, glomping Tart to the ground, knocking the donughts out of his hands.
"NOOOOOO-- I mean, hey Pudding!" Tart said with a fake grin on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry Taru-taru!! Here, lemme' get those for you!" Pudding said, while getting up and starting towards the donughts.
"I could've had my donughts by now!! WHY, PUDDING, WHY!?"
"Here you go!"
"Thanks"
Tart ran right past Pudding, hopping into the checkout line, which seemed to last forever!
"Byebye!!" Pudding shouted, skipping out of sight.
-5 minues later-
"WHY THIS AGONY!! THIS LINE WILL NEVER END!!" Tart screamed, attracting all the attention in the room to himself. All the humans were staring blankly at the pigtailed-alien. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice the alien-ness of him, just the random outburst.
"Dude, you're next.." mumbled a teenage bag-boy, smacking on chewing gum, and texting on his flip phone.
"YAY! Ooooh... flippy! Can I see that?!" Tart said, gazing at the cell phone.
"Ugh.. sure?" said the boy, no older than fifteen.
"Eep!"
Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip.. SNAP!!
"Uh oh.." Tart thought to himself, as he snatched the donughts and sprinted out the door.
"You owe me a new cell phone!! I will find you, little dude, I will!!" the teenager yelled out the door, not knowing that Taruto lived planets away.
"Phew!" Tart thought out loud.
He FINALLY had his donughts. After waiting for so long.. almost two whole hours! He finally had his chance, he opened the package, and then..
"Hey.. big eared guy.. can I have one?" said the hobo, who seemed halfway drunk, and halfway evil.
"Okies!" Tart said, handing him a donught ball.
"Oh man, these are very good, can I have a few more?" the hobo said, with a sneer on his face.
"Fine Mr. Hobo Guy. The rest are mine okay??" Tart said, trying to be as nice as possible.
-10 minutes later-
"Thanks man... cough" the hobo said, ungainly rushing out of the way, because he ate two-thirds of Tart's donughts.
"No problem!" Tart said, before looking down to see he had only three donught balls left.
"NOOOOO!! You disgrace to the name of a hobo!! GAH!!" Tart screamed, terrified.
"Meanie.. at least I have SOME of these left." Tart thought out loud (again.)
"Now can I FINALLY eat my donught.." Tart thought.
Tart picked up a donught, licked his tiny lips, then..
SQUEAK
There was a squirrel. Knowing Tart.. he would NEVER get his donughts now!
"Hi little squirrely!! Do you want a donught? I know you do! Yeah you do don't you!?" Tart said in a baby voice.
The squrrel seemed as if it had nodded it's head, and Tart gave him a donught ball.
SQUEAK
Another donught ball.. gone.
Tart was very close to giving the very last donught to the squirrel, but then he looked down at the almost empty box of donughts.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!! I fell for it AGAIN!" Tart yelled. Now the entire parking lot was looking at him!
"STOP STARING AT ME!! YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS ONE, NO, NO YOU CANNOT! IT'S MINE!!" Tart said, stuffing the last donught ball in his mouth.
"FHATHA! MIWNE! NHO MWORTE FORH YWOUTH!" Tart attempted to say, "HAHA, MINE! NO MORE FOR YOU," but as we know, that didn't work out.
Tart started shaking insanly, grabbing more and more attention by the innocent bystanders, rushing to their cars.
He was about to explode..