One morning in the park, Luke, Resus, Cleo, Luella, Dixon, Bluey, Bingo and I were playing tag with Doug. Doug was the chaser, and we loved running around trying to escape from the not-so-flesh hungry zombie. I was running like crazy, trying to get away from Doug, and hid behind a tombstone so he couldn’t find me. Doug looked all around for a minute, then he saw a spike of my curly hair popping out from behind the tombstone. Doug crept up slowly and quietly towards the grave and yelled, “Boo, dude!” I screamed. Not because he was scary, but because something was really wrong with him. His left eye had fallen out of his socket on purpose. “Someone help!” I cried.
“Sorry, dudes, it seems that my eye had fallen out on purpose when I was playing tag with you.” said Doug. “Then where did you last leave it?” asked Bingo. “In my socket of course!” said Doug, then his face fell. “Only…I haven’t seen it since I last made Cleo it. Where’s my eye, WHERE’S MY EYE?!” “Calm down, Doug. We can, like, find your eye for you.” said Luella. “You said it, Luella, we all have to split up and search this very park for Doug’s eye. On your marks…” “Stop that noise!” cried Cleo. “Why?” we all asked. “Because we need to say something other than go. What about Eyeballs?” “Eyeballs it is,” said Dixon. Luella gagged a little.
“On your marks, get set, eyeballs!”
Everyone raced around the park searching for Doug’s eyeball. They searched by the swings and the slide and the seesaw, and near the climbing frame, and they even asked their parents and somehow Zecora, but nobody seemed to find Doug’s eye. I was just on the verge of giving up when Dig ran up to me, his nose sniffing in the air. “Hello, boy!” I smiled, “What do you smell?” Dig closed one eye to indicate he has done the impossible. My friends came racing up to me. “What is it? What’s Dig trying to say?” asked Resus. “I think he says he knows where Doug’s eyeball is. Come on, let’s follow him!” I said.
We raced after Dig along the park, until Dig stopped at where he found Doug’s eyeball. It was sitting on a swing. “My eye!” cried Doug. “Hooray!” we all cried. Then, Doug noticed something: Chloe was about to have a turn on the swings. Quickly, Doug grabbed his eye and stuffed it back into its socket. “Phew,” we all sighed. “Thank you for finding my eye, half doggy dude,” said Doug, “Without you, I think I would’ve never found my eye.” “And you deserve biccies for this.” I smiled, and took a dog biscuit out of my pocket. Dig crunched away happily, knowing even pets can be heroes if they helped their masters with the most important and tricky tasks.
One afternoon in the Hundred Acre Wood, Rabbit was working in his garden until it was almost dark. He had planted lots of carrots, potatoes and cucumbers, and was just setting to work on watering his prize winning tomatoes when all of a sudden, someone nabbed him by the neck. “Ow! Who did that? If it’s Tigger again, I’ll-” But it wasn’t Tigger. It was Anti-Pesto, the managers of the company Wallace & Gromit. “We’ve got him, lad!” cheered Wallace, patting his trusty pooch on the head, and they threw rabbit into the back of their van. Rabbit banged on the van, calling “Let me out! Let me out! Somebody!” But Wallace and Gromit didn’t hear. They just drove off down the lane with Rabbit pounding on the door all the way.
In another forest, Bugs Bunny was waking up in his underground home. “Gee, what a night. Drinking too much carrot juice really did my head in.” As he was climbing out of his hole after brushing his teeth with carrot toothpaste, he found himself in a bird like cage. “Hey! What gives?” he cried. “That should take care of the carrots that are stored underground by that rascally rabbit!” smiled Wallace. “Come on, Gromit, let’s go home and get the kettle on.” “Kettle?” asked Bugs, confused. But Anti-Pesto were already driving him away back to West Wallaby Street. “Lemme out!” he cried, “I have a wife and kids! Millions’a kids!” While there, he looked around and saw Rabbit sitting in the corner of the van and whimpering. “Eh, what’s up doc?” said Bugs Bunny. “What’s up? I already knew what is up. There I was out in my garden when all of a sudden someone nabbed me and put me in the van!” “Me too. I’m Bugs Bunny. You must be Rabbit.” “Pleased to meet you,” smiled Rabbit, trying his best to be very pollite. “Quiet back there!” shouted Wallace, but he swerved to avoid a passing driver and Rabbit hit his head on the wall, seeing stars. Bugs Bunny hit his head against the wall too, but this time he ended up as an accordion….as all Looney Tunes do.
When they got back to West Wallaby Street, Rabbit and Bugs were thrown into a large hutch alongside…well, Hutch. “Charming, I’m Wallace,” he greeted. He took a large piece of Swiss cheese and a cream cracker and ate it all up. “See what you think,” he said as he offered Rabbit and Bugs one. “Thanks,” said Rabbit. “Why thanks, stranger,” said Bugs. The two ate, and the squeaky sounds of combined cheese and crackers filled their mouths. “Listen, doc, we’ve got to find a way outta this.” “Thank goodness,” said Rabbit, “I miss Pooh and Piglet already. In fact, I do miss them. Shouting at them for ruining my garden…I’m so guilty.” “Don’t be so hard on yourself, long-ears.” reassured Bugs, but Rabbit pushed him away. “NO! I won’t be easy. I was so stressed, all I ever did during the time Tigger went out searching for his family was yell at everyone in the Hundred Acre Wood, and it’s all my fault.”
Rabbit went to the corner of the hutch and cried. “Aaaaawww,” said Hutch, “The bounce has gone from his bungee.” Bugs stuffed a slice of Swiss cheese into Hutch’s mouth sarcastically and went to console Rabbit. “Go away,” he whimpered. “Listen, doc, all the times you have spent yelling at your friends…it’s not right. You should treat all your friends with more dignity and just let Tigger help clean the vegetable patch after he’s demolished it like a bulldozer with a wrecking ball.” “I know. But how do we get out of here?” “Want a plan?” asked Bugs, “I’m your rabbit.” Using Rabbit as something to bar the door down, Bugs charged with a hysterical scream, and both rabbits came tumbling out, landing safely by some rabbit hutches. Wallace came down to see what all the noise was. “We’re sorry, sir.” said Rabbit. “I’m too young to fall victim to your worthless brainwashing!” “I suppose you don’t eat things apart from carrots, do you?” “Sure,” said Rabbit, “I eat honey on bread.” “And I eat things I find in a restaurant. Fruit, cakes, sandwiches, anything.” “Then I forgive you everything. Come, we were just about to have some cheese.”
Both rabbits came into the living room to have something warm to drink, and a nice piece of cheese and crackers. And when Rabbit got back to the Hundred Acre Wood, he became nicer and calmer towards everyone he met, including Tigger, who offered to help clean up his garden after making lots of mess. Meanwhile, Bugs made his way back to the forest, but not before leaping into his hole from hearing the words:
“Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting wabbits!”
Hi! Scattershot here, and I would like to tell you the story of how Furaha and Jetfire, along with my good Mini Con friend Jolt, spent a nice day at a beach in Australia. Salmon Hole Beach, to be precise. It was the sunniest day that I can remember. I was at the Autobot base playing with Upendi at the time, but what Jetfire told me was Furaha was cartwheeling onto the sand like some blue Australian dog who wore zinc whiskers - you know the one. The one with the crazy dad. Furaha is just like her, and Jetfire is just like the blue dog’s dad. When he’s around her, of course.
Jetfire, Furaha and Jolt were wearing zinc suncream - Furaha was wearing blue and green zinc suncream on her nose and fluffy cheeks, because even she needs to be protected from the sun. She looked like someone out of colourful Australian culture! Jetfire was wearing yellow and blue zinc suncream all over his giant body, with patterns to look like he’s a tribal warrior. Jolt, because he wears a clear helmet over his head, has to wear blue and green zinc suncream all over his arms and legs. Furaha was so excited - she had never been to an Australian beach before, and this was her first time. She breathed in the salty scent and sighed with droopy little eyes.
“My first beach experience.” she said, “I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” “We haven’t finished yet,” laughed Jolt, “What kind of game shall we play first?” “Allow me to play this game on my own,” said Furaha in a low voice, “Because I’m wearing zinc suncream to look like I’m a wildcat, I’ll roar at Jetfire over there.” Furaha pointed. Jetfire was sitting on the sand, watching over the ocean. “Okay, but make sure he doesn’t go all wild animal on you,” whimpered Jolt as Furaha prowled towards Jetfire with a determined look on her face and all crouched down low. When Furaha approached Jetfire, he turned his head towards his little friend as she reared up and roared loudly! “AAAAAAAA!! Fierce coloured lioness cub!” he cried, and both of them began to chase each other around the beach, laughing away. “I told you!” called Jolt, “I told you he would go all wild animal on you!” But his words were blocked out by Furaha’s screams of joy and Jetfire’s loud laughter, until he grabbed hold of his little friend and hugged her, causing them both to fall over backwards.
The two lay there, out of breath, laughing. When they had finally managed to catch their breath, Jetfire asked, “What shall we do next, nipper?” “We should go for a swim!” smiled Furaha, “I love going for a swim in open water. Swimming surrounded by walls just makes me feel bland and boring.” “Me too,” said Jetfire, “When I swim on Cybertron, all we ever swim in is black oil.” I feel your pain too, Jetfire, swimming in oil is too disgusting for an Autobot, but with Upendi around, I embrace nature and swim in clear, less-pollutive water. Anyway, Furaha and Jetfire ran into the ocean and dived into the deepest shores. They spent the next few minutes swimming peacefully in the cool water, splashing each other and laughing so hard Furaha almost got water up her little pink heart shaped nose, and she had to stop for a minute before they could continue. When they did, they lay in the water and looked up at the sky, which was blue and full of white, fluffy clouds. Thank Lord Mufasa there weren’t any Decepticons around. Jetfire helped Furaha swim in the ocean and perfect her doggy paddle, even though she wasn’t a puppy, and they even played hide and seek in the cool water.
After a little while, Furaha felt her tummy rumble. “I’m hungry,” she said, “I could really go for some raw meat right now.” “Nah, they don’t have any meat here,” laughed Jetfire, “They have fish though.” “You mean…raw fish? That’s okay, I’m good at eating stuff raw, but if the fish has small orange slimy eggs, then I’m out of here.” “It’s not breeding season!” Jetfire chuckled, “And also, I forgot to remind you: Aborigines in Australia used fishing to make a living for themselves, so maybe if you taught me the ropes, I would be like an Aboriginal Autobot.” “Yes!” laughed Furaha, so they both kept still and waited for fish to swim by. As they kept still, Furaha tried very hard to keep in position, but her legs ached and her arms twitched as she waited to get her catch. Suddenly, a fish swam by, and Furaha tried to catch it, but she fell into the water. She emerged with water in her nose and ears, and started coughing and spluttering. It was as if her fish she’d eaten had been swallowed the wrong way down.
Jetfire picked up the coughing and spluttering Furaha and cradled her in his arms. “There, there…don’t cry…you’ll feel better soon. Tell you what, why don’t I catch the fish for you, using my giant hands?” “Sure,” spluttered Furaha, “I needed a break. My arms are aching and my ears are leaking out water.” So Jetfire waited, and when he saw the shadow of a fish swim by, he caught it and gave it to Furaha. “Good job, pal,” smiled Furaha, and she took a bite out of the fish. It tasted really good. Then Jetfire called to Jolt, who was standing on the beach, “Hey, Jolt, want to check out my fishing skills?” He approached shallow water towards Jolt, who was sitting on the sand watching everything that went on. “Sure, but I heard something about slimy orange fish eggs from your little friends.” he said. “Jolt, I think I saw a bear squeeze out these eggs once, and it almost put me off fish for good and always.” said Furaha. “But now you do know it was just a miracle of nature, right?” asked Jolt. “A good old fashioned miracle that is so gross it would not be suitable for nature at all.” Jetfire and Jolt began to laugh. “It’s just how life works for bears,” said Jetfire, “I think you’re used to nature at the moment.”
Minutes later, Furaha and Jolt were playing at running from the waves whenever they washed up on the beach when all of a sudden, Furaha noticed Jetfire walking away from them. Furaha knew what she had to do, but it was the first time she had to do this without Jolt by her side. It was as if the next few seconds were in total slow motion. “Jetfire!” she cried, and she ran like a wild stallion across the sand. “Don’t leave me, please!” Jetfire, who was standing in the distance, turned and saw Furaha run across the sand towards him. “Furaha!” he cried, and both of them were racing towards each other and embracing in a nice, soft hug. Furaha’s fur was soft against Jetfire’s smooth Autobot skin. “Promise we’ll be together forever?” she asked. “I promise,” smiled Jetfire under his faceplate and visor, and the two cuddled like there was no tomorrow.
As the sun began to set, Furaha and Jetfire lay on the sand and fell fast asleep side by side. The power of friendship has made it through such a happy day like this, and as long as Jetfire swore to protect Furaha, the two would stay together forever. As for Jolt, he stood before the waves as they splashed against his legs, watching the sun go down. “Where do I go from here?” he asked sarcastically.
There was nothing Gromit liked better than to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book. He also liked to listen to the music of Bach, a famous dog composer, as he sat and read. Sometimes, he would get so sleepy listening to the music that he would just drift away into some musical fantasies of his own.
Gromit found himself soaring into Space slowly and elegantly, feeling his body rise into the air and onto a podium made out of hard, cold stone. He pointed his doggy fingers at each star, which glowed like a million tiny buttons waiting to be pressed. He threw his arms both sides and found out he could make stars shoot this way and that, and when he raised his arms into the air, thunder crashed and flashed like a thousand little flashing lightbulbs. Suddenly, he looked and saw water all around him. He got excited, so he threw his arms up and sent the water crashing against the rock. He threw his left arm up into the air, and saw a huge watery Phoenix rising above him. The sun parted through the stars, shining through the Phoenix’s watery body. It gave a screech before it morphed back into water and began flooding all around Gromit. The stars began to fall from the sky, and an underwater world began to form before the young lad.
Gromit swam through the peaceful water, looking around at all the pretty things like shells and fish. If Wallace were here, he would be a scuba diver, but sadly, Gromit was on his own. It wasn’t long before he found a large oyster, which opened up to reveal a beautiful little pearl inside. Gromit looked at the pearl as it shone brightly in his face like a golden star. Just as Gromit was about to touch it, he felt himself being dragged out of the water and up into the sky. He shot past fluffy clouds and blue serenity until he had reached the moon, where Wallace and him first had their picnic a long time ago. He looked into a moon crater to see if there are any cheesy treasures for Wallace inside, when suddenly he heard screaming, shouting and bleating coming from nearby.
Gromit looked up and couldn’t believe his eyes. There near a huge crater was a slew of other Aardman characters - Shaun The Sheep, Timmy, Morph, Chas and Bitzer - all tied up and struggling to get free. Then Gromit heard a voice who said:
“Groooooommiiiiitttt….”
Gromit spun round and saw, to his absolute surprise, a giant green dragon with Wallace’s head! “Groooomiiiiittt!” roared the dragon, breathing out cheesy fondue. Gromit spun round a few times like Krypto the Superdog when transforming into his super form, and turned into a knight. There were bleats and cheers from the tied up friends as Gromit thrust his trusty sword at the huge dragon, who breathed his cheesy fondue breath at the poor lad. Just then, the young lad had an idea. He jumped up into the air, his eyes glowing white, and zapped rainbow lasers at the dragon, who proceeded to fire back with the hugest amount of fondue you’ve ever seen in your life.
Gromit was frozen, stuck in a statue of cheese for the rest of his life…
“Gromit!”
Wallace’s words woke Gromit, who jumped up in fright, dropping his book. Through body language, he tried to tell his master about his dream, and how he was a fierce dragon searching for a fight. He then showed Wallace a picture of Shaun, Bitzer, Timmy, Morph and Chas, and tried to explain that he was a knight trying to free them. “Silly pooch,” laughed Wallace, “You and your dreams about space orchestras and oyster pearls and knights on the moon. I say, have you been eating some of my cheese again?”
Gromit was so shocked, that he literally turned green, and fainted right on the spot. He would never try eating Wallace’s favourite food again!
And remember, today I almost subverted to original stories, but don't worry, Mum said I don't have to look out for copyright...yet.
