"you'll know anytime soon," said the gryphon. "you have a visitor." it walked away to a forest behind a rock and scott looked down.

"a visitor?" he asked. "but there ain't any visitor here, man."

"i don't see any person out there, either," said daniel. "but whatever he says has got to be the foreseeable human being."

the two boys sat on the sand and layed beside a rock. daniel set out a small fire using some tiny sticks, and he snuggled beside the teenage boy.

for so you know, they've been sitting for a few minutes, until a black, looking shadow came upon the ocean. scott had one of his eyes near to close like he was about to sleep again, and daniel had his hand on his forehead.

the troubled son opened his tired eyes up, and noticed the shadow. "daniel, look," he whispered to his buddy. the karate kid felt the shadow come right to his face.

at first it looked like a stick, but it came a little closer, and it looked like a bug. the shadow got closer, and it looked like a blob, as the shadow got closer to the boys, they thought that it was a figure. but then they knew. the figure slowly got out to be a girl.

daniel smiled when he saw the girl. he thought about her for a minute, if he must've knew that she might be like ali with an i.

"so that's the visitor," scott thought.

"if so," the girl spoke. she had curly, wavy hair, a white shirt (like scott and daniel), a pink coat, a black looking tank top underneath, black pants, and black mary janes without the laces.

"tell us about yourself first," said daniel.

"jeanie bueller," the girl said. "a sister of ferris. why does he always make up the good ones?"

"i don't know," said scott, who had never heard of ferris bueller. "nor i," daniel added.

"the gryphon told me to take care of you two," said jeanie. "but he wanted us to talk to a man, like garth."

garth sounded very similar for boys like daniel and scott. "i'll take you over here so that we can talk more about myself."

the boys followed the girl to another rock from the other. there they saw a boy, wiping his eyes out, and letting out bursts of water out of him. scott sat beside the boy, while daniel sat beside jeanie.

"hey," jeanie yelled at the boy. "i have guests!"

the boy stopped for a minute, and looked at the two boys. "what are these two?" he sobbed-asked.

"my name's scott morgan," said the teenage boy. "my name's daniel larusso, with an l." the karate kid said.

the boy cried his eyes out onto the sand. he jumped off the rock and ran in circles, and then hopped down again. scott frowned.

"why are you like that?" daniel asked. "i'm like that because i'm sad!" the boy sobbed-shouted.

"tell us your name already, jesus," scott said, facepalming. the boy then sighed, and whispered, "my name.. if you don't know.. is garth."

"i knew it!" jeanie yelled at the moment, for that this was the 2nd time they met.

garth hopped up and down and skipped, crying and running to see a crab. he then jumped onto the rock again after a few seconds.

"i'm a mock-ty mock man who has been bullied by procrastinators!" he sobbed-exclaimed, hopping up and down.

"what's a mock?"

"a mock is something that when someone says something, you copy them back. another mock is being procrastinated by big boys." jeanie explained.

garth took some breaths, and holded his head down to his knees. the boys sat in silence for a minute, until one of them began speaking again.

"let me tell you what," said scott. "why were you a mock-ty mock man before you came here?"

the boy nodded his head in a sad, but uncomfortable way. "once," he said-sobbed. "i was a real man who got to go to the ferris bueller high school!" the boy jumped from the rock and holded his hands up in the air, jumping up and down and crying his eyes out.

"you don't have to be so pathetic," said daniel, walking up to him.

garth ran to the rock and continued, "i was in high school. my teacher was talking to our 100 million kids, like it was a university college room. we called her 'bueller the teacher'."

"why did you call her bueller the teacher?" asked jeanie. "we called her bueller the teacher cos' she taught us." said garth.

the boy paused for a minute, and tried to think of the things the teacher taught him in high school. everybody went silent for a few moments.

"but every-so-much-one annoyed, bullied, and polygamoud me!" he yelled. "so that's why my name is GARTH THE MOCK-TY MOCK MAN!" he ran around in circles again, tears falling, creasing the sand.

"man, why is he acting childish, scott, huh?" daniel asked. scott thought for a minute. "maybe because he got the ability from someone from his relatives."

"garth, calm down," jeanie said. "let me tell you more about myself."

garth sat down for a minute, wiping his eyes like his coat was gone. jeanie stood up and walked up to where garth was.

"if you don't know," she said. "i credited something i never did before."

the boys looked at each other for a minute.

"when i met a teacher that you used to be with," jeanie said, pointing to garth. "she gave me a card, which i never done. i took the card for lunch, and i gave the lunch lady the card. that's not a theory though, this happened in real life. and in school there is food. food. were you two telling me that you were gonna feel a bit peckish?"

daniel then turned to jeanie, for the very first time the girl had said peckish. before his father passed, he was getting peckish at a very few times the amount, and his mom gave him many food like salad, ramen, or even sandwiches. he had hunger issues at the time.

garth went back to his spot again and looked at the boys again. "you know, i credited something like that, too," he said.

"just like my dad," said daniel.

"well, there are many ways to look at life. if you were stranded on a ocean, lobsters come up to you. your feet can get wet, of course." garth continued.

"i need to tell daddy this," said jeanie. "but if so we must talk about something else."

"right," scott said, standing up. "with all these animals, man, they talk too much." he sat up onto the sand.

daniel watched for a few minutes, but looked down to the bottom. "i don't know if i could take it, scott," he whispered. "i might tell somebody else about something!"

scott walked up to the karate kid, who had felt water in his eyes again. "you can't tell somebody else about that," he soothed.

"what could you know," said garth. "about that it's such-and-such like a poem written by me and the one and only matthew, with millions of lobsters?"

daniel looked back up for a minute and his knees layed on the sand. scott layed his head beside the boy's head, wondering what the poem would be about, or if lobsters would come to perform.

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