As you may remember last time, Orson and Grunty escaped the slaughterhouse and were on their way to the big city, but then got lost. Eventually, they found the city and found themselves surrounded by buildings and so much people.
"Wow Grunty, this sure is a big place." said Orson. "So many places, and so many buildings."
"It's even better than I ever imagined, Orson." said Grunty.
"So what do we do now, Grunty?" Orson asked his traveling companion.
"It's the beginning of our new lives, Orson...in the big city!" Grunty replied. "Let's go!"
Orson and Grunty walked to a megastore and found themselves in the clothing section of the place.
"So what are we doing here, Grunty?" asked Orson.
Grunty cleared his throat. "Step one of life in the big city: Change your appearance! We're going to dress up as city folk in order to fit in, and learn to adjust."
"Good idea, Grunty." said Orson. "I've always wanted to figure out what it would be like to wear clothes."
Orson then tried out a variety of different outfits. First, he tried a cowboy outfit, but Grunty didn't like it. Then, he tried out a greaser outfit, but Grunty didn't like it either. For a third time, Orson wore a flamenco outfit, but that did not fly either. Next, Orson wore a sailor suit, but that didn't work out either. Then, he wore a rapper outfit, but that didn't work either. Then, he wore a ballerina outfit, but that just made Grunty laugh his head off. Finally, Orson put on a green basketball jersey with an "8" on it, along with some husky jeans and red sneakers, which Grunty approved of.
"Now we're getting somewhere, baby!" Grunty gave a thumbs up. "I'm gonna get me an outfit as well."
Grunty then picked out a similar outfit, but the jersey was purple and had a "9" on it.
"Wow, great minds think alike." Orson remarked. "Come on, let's get these to the checkout."
Orson and Grunty paid for their outfits, and walked right outside to continue their journey throughout the city.
"Boy Grunty, there sure are a lot of buildings in the city..." Orson beamed at his view. "Now what do we do?"
"Step two of life in the big city: Try some authentic, diverse cuisine!" Grunty replied. "In the big city, they got the best food ever! Cuisine from all over the planet! Italian, French, Korean, Ethiopian, African, Indian, you name it! You want it, they got it!"
"Sounds delicious." Orson slurped. "I want to eat them all!"
"Now you're talking like a pig." Grunty winked slyly. "Come on, Ors! Let's feast!"
Orson and Grunty went all over the city, chowing down on all of the tasty food that they could think of (as long as none of it had pork). Soon enough, they got full and sat down on a bench in the local park.
"Boy, that was the best food I've ever had that doesn't grow out of the ground or a tree or even thrown into a trough." Orson said as he patted his stomach.
"I'll bet it was." said Grunty. "Step 3 of life in the big city is to mingle with the locals."
"Gee Grunty, usually I like to lie down and read books after I eat." said Orson. "Maybe we can visit the library and see the books they've got."
"Okay, I guess we can skip step three for now." said Grunty. "To the library..."
Orson and Grunty went to the library and it was nothing like Orson had ever seen: It had so many books to choose from, so much more than the bookshelf from back home.
"I think I just died and went to Bookworm Heaven." Orson eyes widened. "This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my little piggy life."
"That's great Orson..." Grunty deadpanned.
Orson wasted no time in looking at all the books in the library. This was easily the best thing that had happened to him since he was banished from the farm.
"This is the greatest place I've been in since I arrived in the city, Grunty." Orson as he read another book. "I could really get used to this big city life."
"That's great, Orson." said Grunty. "Now let's go to 'Step 3' and mingle with the locals. We'll come back some other time."
"Okay..." sighed Orson.
Orson and Grunty left the library and went to the park, where they found some skateboarding possums and weasels doing neato tricks.
"Wowsers, look at them, Grunty." said Orson. "They must be real good at skateboarding."
"They're okay, I guess." said Grunty.
"I bet I could learn how to skateboard." said Orson.
The lead skateboarder's sensitive ears heard what Orson had said and skated right towards the country pig.
"You? Do tricks like me?" the leader smirked. "I highly doubt that, little pig."
"And just who are you?" asked Grunty.
"Bradley Johnson, president and founder of the Skate Furz." the possum introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Orson." Orson offered his hand.
"Uh...right..." said Bradley. "Listen Orson, we only accept the highly elite. Skate Furz are the best skaters in the city, we can't accept just a common swine to join. You might want to join somebody a little more your league."
"Our league?" asked Orson. "Like who?"
"They look like fun." Bradley pointed to some other skaters, which consisted of a squirrel, a raccoon, and a bunny, who were not having so much luck on learning to skate.
"Is that a joke?" asked Orson. "Please tell me that's a joke."
"Bradley doesn't joke, buster!" said one of the weasels in Bradley's crew. "You couldn't top us even if you tried!"
"Oh really?" asked Orson. "Well why don't me and that team challenge you to a skateboarding competition in a couple of days? Winner becomes king of the park!"
Bradley thought for a minute. "I cannot refuse a challenge, especially in front of my people. I accept!"
"Deal!" Orson shook Bradley's hand. "At 5pm in three days! This spot! On time!"
"So be it." Bradley nodded as he and his goons skated away.
"Orson are you crazy?!" Grunty asked his partner. "We can't challenge these guys! We don't know the first thing about skateboarding and we only have three days to prepare!"
"No worries Grunty." said Orson. "I'm gonna carry the whole team and we'll learn to skate in no time."
"I hope you know what you're talking about, especially since we just got here." said Grunty.
Author's Note:
Looks like Orson has found himself in a jam again. Even when he's away from the farm, he can't seem to get a moment of normality. Well, he and Grunty are gonna have to train to skateboard to become the new freestyle kings if they want to make a good impression.
While they are assembling their team, let's go back to see Garfield and his friends on their camping trip!