“Fly away!” Screamed Troy, The Pickle-Eating Bunny of Flight. PEBOF for short.

The giant rooster was leading them closer and closer to the dark side of the moon. There, the Pebof’s would be confused and disoriented forever in the sheet of darkness that would be engulfing them.

“Cock a doodle doo!” echoed in the ears of Troy, one of the five Pebof’s. Suddenly, Troy came up with an idea.

“Bobo, do you still have that rope from the mars mission?”

“Si, senor.”

“Okay, I have a plan.”







. . .

The Giant Rooster was approaching and the trap was set. Troy, stroking his mustache, and Bobo, had tied a rope to two boulders, then, eating pickles, separated them with super strength. As the rooster approached, they held the rocks steady. Soon, the Rooster walked up and tripped on the rope, crashing down with a ‘Buckock!’

“Yes, we got him, let’s shoot him with potatoes!” Yelled Troy.

“Potatoes!?”

“Yes Bobo, potatoes.”

“Okay.”

“Charge!”

Splat!

Boom!

Bang!

“Buckock!”

“Oh no! Bobo, Seth, Damian, Bill, retreat! He’s getting back up, and for some reason is pecking the ground like an idiot! Aaaaahhhhhh!”

“I’m Riley Rooster!”

“You can talk?”

“Yes, and I heard all of those remarks.”

“Oops, sorry. Hey, I was just-RUN!”

The five PEBOF’S ran for a hole. When they jumped in, it was a secret tunnel covered in ice from head to toe!

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” shouted Bill. When the Pebof’s finally reached the bottom, it was a six inch layer of bones.

“Oh, that cannot be a good sign.”

“I have pickaxes to climb the ice tunnel,” said Seth.

“No, it’s okay, we’ll find another way out,” replied Troy, and started walking. Soon they reached a dead end.

“Oh, that is another bad sign.”

“I found a lever!” said Bill, pushing it down hard. Instead of a door in the wall opening, the ground rose to a trapdoor in the ceiling.

“Hey, that’s convenient,” said Troy. The Pebof’s walked up and soon reached a cave.

“Hey, I see a light!” said Damien.

“I’ll go check it out,” replied Seth. When Seth came back, he came with good news and bad news.

“What do you want to hear first?”

“Good news.”
“Okay, good news is, it’s a way out. Bad news is, Riley Rooster is out there and he wants to peck our brains out.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

“Guys, I have a plan,” said Troy, and he started making all those cheesy whispering sounds like you hear on television.

“I know you’re here, Pebof’s!” shouted Riley Rooster.

“Ready!” shouted Troy.

“Ready for what?” asked Riley.

“Aim!”

“Aim at what!?” said Riley.

“Fire!”

“No, no, no, firing is bad, please don’t-ahhhhhhh! Owwwww! Beep! Mother of pearl!”

“It’s a good thing we brought bullets, not just potatoes.”


“Ya, good thing.”


“Buckock!”











The End