The magical yellow box with a question mark on it


by Shteevie almost 6 years ago

I was walking to grandma's when I spotted the yellow box with a question mark on it. I liked it so much that I leaned against it and stuck a little red thing in my chest. Unfortunately, the little red thing was poisonous and I died. My eyeballs fell out and my skin ripped open and I bled everywhere. Then my body shrunk so that I looked like a voodoo doll. I am still standing against the yellow box with a question mark on it.

bruno went to Kentucky Fried Chicken to buy mashed potatoes and figs. He only had three dollars and his order came to $5.23. Bruno was mad, so he decided to go into the woods and find the magical yellow box with a question mark on it. He found it, but he found me too.

"I need $2.23," he said.

"Then open the magical yellow box with a question mark on it and see what's inside."

He opened the box. Inside was a small silver statue of Anne Murray singing Danny Boy to Michael Bolton. And there was yarn. And figs. And stickers of Pac Man. And an autographed picture of Mike Tyson (who was wearing a sombrero.) And a first edition of Slaughterhouse Five. And some lukewarm Dr. Pepper. And a lock of hair from Jonah's beard (yes, the guy who was swallowed by the big fish.) And a Yorkie chocolate bar. And a green and white football jersey that could only be the Saskatchewan Roughriders. And a rhubarb sundae. And a flute. And a book of poems about farts. And $2.23.

Bruno took the $2.23. He went back to Kentucky Fried chicken to finish paying for his meal but by this time, Obama had been re-elected president and the prices went up. Now Bruno owed and extra 36 cents.

He dug in his pocket and found lint. "Can I give you lint?" he asked.

"Okay," said the clerk. He ate the lint and turned into a vampire kangaroo and bit Bruno's head off. Bruno bled everywhere. Then he died. Th

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