scott had heard of many lobsters back in his preschool and elementary school years. one time, a preschooler walked up to him, only to ask him if he knows lobsters. he responded yes, and he walked off to nap. he was only 3 years old at that time.

"garth," said jeanie. "you two wrote a poem together back in ferris bueller high school?"

"of course we did," said garth, if it was the most important thing in the world. "he went up to me and we both wrote our own poem about the lobsters."

daniel felt familiar for this. "mr. miyagi heard some lobsters too," he added.

"so what did you name the poem?" scott asked. garth paused for a minute and looked at him. he had a few seconds to think about it, and then he began speaking after a second.

"the poem we made is called a lobster and the haircut," he spoke. "tell us how it goes." said daniel.

garth stood up beside jeanie and standed in front of his guests. he then began speaking in a little bit of a yapping tone, mixed with a tone that felt like the poem was sad.

'the lobster walked down,

getting to the barber.

the haircutter lobster welcomed him in,

with such pleasing hand till farther!

the lobster sat down

in a rolling chair,

while millions of lobsters run in scare!

the haircutter lobster took out a pocket,

and handed out his brush.

which then the lobster-'

"your voice sounds so low." the karate kid said. garth paused. "in your dreams, lobsters' voices are so low!"

jeanie looked at garth for a minute, before thinking that lobsters don't have hair.

"you know," garth said, now in a sobbing-yapping voice. "the saddiest sad part is that the lobster yaps when his hair gets a cut!"

"here we go again, man."

garth ran around in circles another time and jumped up and down with his hands in the air again. jeanie raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the boy's crying.

"that's it," she said. "we're going somewhere else, garth. you need to stop with your frigging acts, and especially that you cry literally for some reasons."

daniel and scott nodded. "no wonder he pitied off to being childish." scott groaned. the boys standed up and followed jeanie to another rock, but only that it was a little far from the others. garth ran up to them, still crying.

the rock had another boy, but he was sitting by the back of it. "hey," said garth. "i'm here."

the boy looked at garth silently, and sat beside the rock. "you look similar," said daniel, sitting on a small rock.

"yeah," the boy spoke. "so do you."

scott looked at the boy again. "tell us who you are identified by." he told the boy.

the boy said, "well, doc flew me from the future to a beach. that stupid piggie must've been mistaken. i'm marty mcfly by the way."

"nice to meet ya, marty," said scott, who never seen marty before. "i'm scott."

"i am GARTH THE MOCK-TY MOCK MAN!" garth sobbed-yapped-yelled, jumping up and down.

"shoot, who even are you?" asked marty in a upset tone.

"i'm from the ferris bueller SCHOOL-LEE-O!" garth yelled running up to him and dragging his red sleeveless coat.

"calm down, garth, jesus," daniel sighed. "my name's daniel from the karate valley tournament."

"i'm jeanie, ferris's sister." jeanie finished.

garth stopped dragging onto marty's coat and sat, wiping snobby tears off his face. "so boys," said marty. "tell us more about yourself."

"ok, well, i'm 16 years old. my family's going to las vegas for christmas and new year," said scott, remembering everything from yesterday. "you ever heard of my siblings?"

"no," marty said. "what are their names?"

"their names are kim and willie." scott reminded him. "kim is my sister, she's from vietnam. my dad found her somewhere when i was about maybe 5. willie's the youngest of us. he is great at anything for some reason." (scott mistakenly pronounced willie as a girl and a sister of his when he and the karate kid were falling down the hole, before knowing that he was a boy and he was too.)

"interesting." marty smiled, if it looked very opinionated to him.

"and my friend, shelby, has a crush on me for some reason." scott continued. "we were reading at the park but all of a sudden i fell asleep in a bench."

"oh," marty said.

"i'm a year older than him," daniel said. "i'm 17. i saw him when he was standing up. he and i are good buddies, man. i've been in karate since mr. miyagi taught me martial arts. i'm very good at winning karate tournaments."

"i see," marty said. "doc took me through years like 1885."

jeanie then said, "garth, you may continue."

garth stood up and continued reading.

'the haircutter lobster took out a pocket,

and handed out the brush.

which then the lobster had a mush!

mustered and mustered the lobster yapped,

he thought it was his time.

the haircutter cut a little of his hair,

and it felt like a cry!

the lobster ran around, yapping and crying,

and the lobsters in there jumped!

they all hugged him screeching and yapping,

all because of a jump!

the haircutter continued cutting,

until it was all done.

and now the lobster felt good as new,

he liked his haircut new.'

marty clapped at the end. "that was the most silliest thing i read," he thought.

"wonder why he putted the word yap plenty of times." said daniel.

"it's my thing." said garth.

a lobster came running in a fast speed. it was running in circles with some crabs, and he jumped on some of their claws.

"YES ME IS THE LOBSTER WITH THE WORSE-EE-EST CUT!" it yelled crying. "did you bring him here?" jeanie asked.

"yes," said garth again, nwo coming in a phase of sobbing and yapping. "HE IS THE BESTY-BESTY ZOOPEES!" he ran up to the lobster and danced with him.

marty frowned a bit. "what's the lobster's name?"

"ZACKEES!" all the crabs cried, crying too.

zackees waved his claws up in the air and yapped out tears on the sand.

"shut it." jeanie yelled to zackees. "you heard of the haircut song?" asked the lobster.

"no," the boys said.

"well," the crabs said, letting in the animals from earlier in the band. "LET ME SING YOU OUR SONG ABOUT THE BABIES CUT!" they all jumped up and down.

"no, no," scott protested. "we are not singing this song of yours."

"OO WE ARE SO!" the animals said, flying and running off again.

"that was the biggest coincidence i heard of before." said marty.

"so what?" garth asked. "tell us more about yourself then."

"alright, alright, fine," marty sighed. "if you dare to interrupt me with them animals and the crabs and zackees i'll tell doc about this."

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