For creative wiritng, we had to write a story about super heroes... oh dear, here's what I got.
“So, Psychedelic Sock Monkey,” William P. Tato began to ask his “brother“, “I think these red skin potatoes will taste great with our pot roast!” as he pokes the plastic covered piece of meat.
(Silence)
“Yes, we’ll have banana splits for dessert,” William says rolling his eyes.
(Silence)
“Of course it will have a banana with it!” William says in an annoyed tone.
(Silence)
“Ugh!” William groans, “What do you mean you have to go to the little monkey’s room?”
A woman with high waisted jeans by the pet’s section of the store catches his eye, when a Wal-Mart employee with mousy brown hair and “Urkle” glasses approaches them frowning. She puts her hands on her hips and says “Sir,” to William, “Your… doll is scaring the children.”
Now normally, William Tato would have defended his brother, but his attention was towards a Mistress of crime, Momma Jean, who’s secret identity was Jean Highland, A soccer mom who made the best homemade macaroni and cheese ever. The woman with high waisted jeans was looking at the hamsters.
“LOOK PSM!” William whisper-shouts to his brother, “That’s Momma Jeans! She steals things, and stashes the goods in her high waisted jeans!”
(Silence)
“I don’t care how bad you have to go, we need to save those poor little creatures from being squished in her pants,” William replies sternly to Psychedelic Sock Monkey.
With that, he tightened the belt on his white bathrobe that covered his striped pajamas, and dove into the grocery cart, flying full speed down the aisle, heading for Momma Jean.
Potato Man! Potato Man! He’s gonna kick the bad guy’s can! Potato Man! Potato Man! HEY! Mashed, baked, or French fried, scalloped, boiled, hash browned, or maybe even Au Gratin! HEY! Potato Man’s gonna save the day!
Potato Man jumped out of the speeding grocery cart, letting it, with PSM inside it, crash into a pyramid of canned cat food.
“Get that gerbil out of your pants Momma Jean!” Potato Man calls out, “It’s just disgusting!”
Momma Jean laughs maniacally, the creepy mole on her lip bouncing with every move of her mouth.
“Actually, it’s a teddy bear hamster!” she shouts, throwing a hamster ball full of wood shavings that line cages at him.
Potato Man ran out of the way, finally finding PSM and pulling him along with him. He peeked over at the evil Momma Jean, and threw Psychedelic Sock Monkey in front of her.
“Ohohoho!” she exclaimed, looking at PSM with a greedy smile, “What a neat thing to put in my pants!”
While the hippy inspired sock monkey was distracting her, Potato Man had managed to throw a potato at her.
“Ohohoho Potato Man!” she yelled “I’m going to kick your---”
“ DUDES! WAIT!” Psychedelic Sock Monkey Screamed, “I really have to go to the bathroom man!” and he ran towards the men’s bathroom.
Momma Jean and Potato Man looked confused.
She looks at her watch, “Honey,” she begins, “We better go buy this stuff or we’ll be late picking Mikey up from soccer practice!”
Jean Highland, who kept her last name for “professional” reasons, walked towards the check-out counter with her husband William P. Tato, a sack of red skin potatoes, a pot roast, and a teddy bear hamster.
“Oh and by the way Sweetie,” she announced, “remember that potato you threw at me?”
“Yes dear,” William said as he paid the money to the cashier.
“Your sleeping on the couch tonight,” and she grabbed the groceries, and took them to her van.
On the way to the soccer field, William had the strangest feeling he had forgotten something. Assuming it was the butter, he decided not to make his wife anymore angry then she already was, and kept it to himself.
“William?” Psychedelic Sock Monkey called from behind the bathroom stall, “Dude?….. HELLO?….. I FELL IN!”
THE END
