Jason ([info]chaos750) wrote,

Storytime

Hey, I found this in my desk...it appears to be a story I wrote in elementary school, although I don't remember writing it. Spelling, etc. is unchanged. Enjoy!

Mr. Chubbs' Defeat

Mr. Chubbs was the richest man in the county. He loved his money. He loved it sooo much that he only spent it on "practical stuff." Stuff like watches that automatically set themselves. He would never spend it for other people.

Now, on the other side of town, there was a homeless shelter. It currently held 2 residents-Albert and a guy who calls himself "Dude Man." The shelter was losing money, so they were thinking of closing down. But then, they saw Mr. Chubbs walking by. So, they asked him for a loan. He thought, "You never know, the government might give me a tax break." So, he decided to check the place out. The moment Mr. Chubbs walked in, Dude Man began offering him fruits at an incredible rate. "Have a pearandabananaandabluberryandakiwiandastrawberry." "STOP!" said Mr. Chubbs, "I will not stand for this. Tax break or not, I won't pay you! In fact, I'll demolish the building!" And with that, he walked out and got the Chubb Demolition Crew. Unfortunately, (for him) on his way back there was a huge car crash and Mr. Chubbs went flying into the air and landed in an insane asylum. The shelter was badly harmed. "Who will pay for the building?" everyone wondered. "Don't worry," said Albert, the other homeless guy from the beginning of the story. "I'm a millionairre. I just like the beans they serve at the shelter. I'd be glad to pay." So everyone was happy and Mr. Chubbs was where he belonged.

THE END

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[info]socrateswarrior

March 30 2006, 20:37:27 UTC 6 years ago

ahahahahahah. Insane asylum?

[info]chaos750

March 30 2006, 20:57:53 UTC 6 years ago

Well, why not? =)

I bet this story reveals a lot about my childhood or something...

[info]socrateswarrior

March 30 2006, 21:57:20 UTC 6 years ago

oh no doubt.

Now, WHAT it reveals is beyond me...

My earliest story I remember writing was about a magic baseball that flew around the world and yawned when it flew over Japan. That was about the extent of the plot.

Oh, and it hit the guy that threw it in the back of the head at the end of its journey.
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