Johnny in Springfield
It had been a good four hours before someone noticed that Johnny was stuck in that tree. Luckily for him, that someone was Ned Flanders who was more than happy to get his rash cream so he could squeeze Johnny's melon out of branches.
Now that he was free, Johnny's top priority was finding plank, who he had sent to get help hours ago. "Plank! Plank! Where are you buddy?" He shouted. Johnny noticed a man with black curly hair sprawled on the sidewalk and asked him if he'd seen Plank.
"Sorry talking watermelon dude." The man said. "I haven't seen any wood nymphs." Distraught, Johnny looking for his friend. He tried asking a sea captain, a man in a bumble bee suit, and an old lady who threw cats at him. Johnny went to the park to clear his head. As he was trying to think of where Plank would be, he was approached by a little boy with very little hair on his head.
"Hello, Mr. Bighead." Johnny didn't like being called that but he could tell from the tone of the boy's voice that he didn't mean any harm.
"Are you looking for Mr. Wood?" The boy said.
Johnny brightened up. "Have you seen him?"
"Yes. Come with me."
The boy led Johnny to a tree standing in the middle of the park.
"I saw Mr. Wood go up and up all the way to the top of the tree." The boy said.
Johnny wasted no time climbing up the tree in search of his friend. The more he looked, however, the less likely it seemed that Plank was up there. As he was climbing down, Johnny's forehead wedged itself between two branches. Johnny found himself in the exact situation he was in this morning.
Hey kid! I'm stuck!" He yelled. No answer. The kid had already wandered off, leaving Johnny to swing his legs frantically as he tried to escape.
"PLANK WHERE ARE YOU!"