The story of the distressed phycologist continues in...MUSICAL RANSOM!
The man had gagged him with a peice of cloth. He could only hope someone had heard his desperate cry for help. Meanwhile, Walt was pacing the room.
He muttered to himself "He shouted 'Help Help!' but they didn't listen..." He giggled to himself.
The phone rang.
"ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone!" Walt laughed like a madman.
His complection went dark. "This is all about mean, mean, mean... mean green."
He answured the phone." Tweleve hundred at his place."
"Frank? Is that you-"A gasp came over the phone. He hung up. A sudden movement caught his eye. The doctor was free! The man ran ro the window and leapt. He was falling, falling... Whump!
He landed on top of a pile of friut a man was selling. The seller stared, incredulous. The phycologist weezed, "If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal..." Then he blacked out.
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4 comments:
Awsome the whole story is really cool. i know i just used a "realy bad word" there but i don't care. how could he survive that fall? that guy realy is crazy. I'll seeyou at lunch
I think that there was beatles and that one you tube hariy potter puppet pals. this is as randone as you. i'll add more later.
This is a really good story! What story was he on? I like how you used songs! You should have him and the seller go back in and get the phsyco! Keep typing!
That is a great story Bo. How did you think that up? You are a great suspense writer. The wolf didn't recognizes SHmicklehimer and he was hungry. Thats where the wolf lives.
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