Post by Veg on Nov 24, 2005 18:21:32 GMT -5
Just a cute little story I made up about one Thanksgiving day to celebrate the holidays.
GOBBLE
It was Thanksgiving day in the Monster world. Monsters
were going around the city, buying turkeys, visiting friends and relatives, and other stuff. But this was one
Thanksgiving that Randall would never forget. It started on Thanksgiving when Mike came with a box.
“Hey, Lizard boy, can you take care of this box until I return?”
Randall poked his head out from the doorway.
“What is that?”
“Just something for the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving
dinner.” Mike said. “I’ll be right back. I’m off to see
Schmootsy-poo!” Randall led Mike out the door.
“All right, all right. I’ll take care of your dumb box. Just no mushy words around here! Good-bye!”
He closed the door. “Geez!” The box then wobbled. Randall stared at it. “Huh?” He went closer to the box. The box wobbled like crazy and Randall could hear a frightened squawk.
“Hmm, should I open it? Or should I not?” The box
wobbled like crazy. Randall made the decision. He
opened the box and out shot a bird, gobbling with panic.
“ARRGGH!” Randall screamed, falling to the floor. The
bird raced around the apartment, squawking and gobbling.
Randall raced after.
“Shush! Be quiet! You’ll alert the whole city!”
The bird raced to the kitchen and stopped in
a corner. Randall grabbed it. The bird flapped it’s wings, gobbling and squawking. A wing slapped Randall on the face. With much difficulty, Randall pinned the birds wings to it’s side. He carried the bird under his arm.
“Gee! You are one fighting bird.”
The bird stared up at him and gobbled.
“Okay, okay,” Randall mumbled. “Just put the bird back in the box, wait for Wazowski, and everything will be okay.”
He went back into the living room and tried to put the bird back. The bird squawked and flapped it’s wings, desperate to escape.
“Oh come on!” Randall said. “It’s just a box!”
The bird wiggled out from Randall’s arms and raced off into the kitchen.
“Come back here!” Randall said. “It’s just—”
He then remembered what Mike said. Something for the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving party. Randall remembered that every year, the monsters eat a turkey. It dawned on him. That
was why the bird was so fearful! It knew it was destined for the chopping block! Randall went back into the kitchen. The turkey was standing on it’s little corner. It looked up at Randall.
“Okay, okay.” Randall said. “I know why you are scared of going in the box. Hey, if I was gonna
have my head chopped off, I would be scared too.” The turkey did a little gobble.
“So I guess you want to get out of here and be free?” Randall said.
The turkey flapped it’s wings and gobbled. Randall picked it up.
“Okay. I think I know this farm where they don’t eat animals up. I can take you there so you can be free. All we need to do is find you a disguise.”
Randall walked down the street, carrying a black bundle
with a beak pointing out from it.
“You’re gonna love it in the farm.” Randall was telling the turkey, which he named Gobble. “It has other turkeys for you to play with. In the summer, you can lie out in the sun, run around, sleep all you want—”
“Hey Lizard Boy!”
Randall froze. “Oh-no.”
Mike Wazowski came walking over to him. He stared at
the bundle and pointed at it. “What is that?”
“It’s uh...” Randall stammered.
Mike reached for it. “Can I see it?”
“NO!” Randall said, yanking it away. Mike reached for it
again. Randall pushed his hand away, accidently dropping the bundle. Gobble shot out with a squawk. He raced down the street.
“Hey!” Mike exclaimed. “That’s the turkey!”
“Come back!” Randall shouted, racing after the
turkey. Mike raced after him. Gobble raced down the
sidewalk, squawking and gobbling with panic.
Monsters who were coming out of stores or walking down the sidewalk, jumped to one side as Gobble raced past.
They shouted things like, “Hey!” or “Watch it!” or “Who let this turkey out?”
Randall and Mike chased after Gobble, apologizing to the monsters as they raced past. Gobble
then leaped up on some satellite dishes. The satellites
came crashing down on top of Gobble. Gobble’s head
poked out.
“Gobble!” Randall cried, racing over.
A monster came out from the house. “Hey! What’s the big idea? I was watching the football game!”
“Thanksgiving is ruined!” Another monster cried.
“Well, not really.” Mike said. “We still have a turkey.” Gobble shrank back as the monsters took one step towards him. Randall then stood in front of them, protecting Gobble.
“What are you doing?!” Mike said.
“Taking a stand.” Randall said with a
determined tone in his voice. “Come on you guys! Look at the poor little guy. Don’t you think he has enough?”
Everyone looked at Gobble.
Gobble began to preen his feathers.
Randall continued.
“He’s running around like crazy because he’s scared. Don’t you think he values his life like you all value your lives. So why not leave this poor little guy alone, huh?”
The monsters looked down at the ground.
“Okay, okay.” Mike said. “But what are we gonna
do about the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving party?” Randall thought for a moment, then smiled.
That night, at Monsters Inc. everyone went to the party and had a good time. Instead of turkey, everyone was given a credit card gift certificate. As for Gobble, he is now living in a sanctuary, happy and free.
THE END
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
GOBBLE
It was Thanksgiving day in the Monster world. Monsters
were going around the city, buying turkeys, visiting friends and relatives, and other stuff. But this was one
Thanksgiving that Randall would never forget. It started on Thanksgiving when Mike came with a box.
“Hey, Lizard boy, can you take care of this box until I return?”
Randall poked his head out from the doorway.
“What is that?”
“Just something for the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving
dinner.” Mike said. “I’ll be right back. I’m off to see
Schmootsy-poo!” Randall led Mike out the door.
“All right, all right. I’ll take care of your dumb box. Just no mushy words around here! Good-bye!”
He closed the door. “Geez!” The box then wobbled. Randall stared at it. “Huh?” He went closer to the box. The box wobbled like crazy and Randall could hear a frightened squawk.
“Hmm, should I open it? Or should I not?” The box
wobbled like crazy. Randall made the decision. He
opened the box and out shot a bird, gobbling with panic.
“ARRGGH!” Randall screamed, falling to the floor. The
bird raced around the apartment, squawking and gobbling.
Randall raced after.
“Shush! Be quiet! You’ll alert the whole city!”
The bird raced to the kitchen and stopped in
a corner. Randall grabbed it. The bird flapped it’s wings, gobbling and squawking. A wing slapped Randall on the face. With much difficulty, Randall pinned the birds wings to it’s side. He carried the bird under his arm.
“Gee! You are one fighting bird.”
The bird stared up at him and gobbled.
“Okay, okay,” Randall mumbled. “Just put the bird back in the box, wait for Wazowski, and everything will be okay.”
He went back into the living room and tried to put the bird back. The bird squawked and flapped it’s wings, desperate to escape.
“Oh come on!” Randall said. “It’s just a box!”
The bird wiggled out from Randall’s arms and raced off into the kitchen.
“Come back here!” Randall said. “It’s just—”
He then remembered what Mike said. Something for the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving party. Randall remembered that every year, the monsters eat a turkey. It dawned on him. That
was why the bird was so fearful! It knew it was destined for the chopping block! Randall went back into the kitchen. The turkey was standing on it’s little corner. It looked up at Randall.
“Okay, okay.” Randall said. “I know why you are scared of going in the box. Hey, if I was gonna
have my head chopped off, I would be scared too.” The turkey did a little gobble.
“So I guess you want to get out of here and be free?” Randall said.
The turkey flapped it’s wings and gobbled. Randall picked it up.
“Okay. I think I know this farm where they don’t eat animals up. I can take you there so you can be free. All we need to do is find you a disguise.”
Randall walked down the street, carrying a black bundle
with a beak pointing out from it.
“You’re gonna love it in the farm.” Randall was telling the turkey, which he named Gobble. “It has other turkeys for you to play with. In the summer, you can lie out in the sun, run around, sleep all you want—”
“Hey Lizard Boy!”
Randall froze. “Oh-no.”
Mike Wazowski came walking over to him. He stared at
the bundle and pointed at it. “What is that?”
“It’s uh...” Randall stammered.
Mike reached for it. “Can I see it?”
“NO!” Randall said, yanking it away. Mike reached for it
again. Randall pushed his hand away, accidently dropping the bundle. Gobble shot out with a squawk. He raced down the street.
“Hey!” Mike exclaimed. “That’s the turkey!”
“Come back!” Randall shouted, racing after the
turkey. Mike raced after him. Gobble raced down the
sidewalk, squawking and gobbling with panic.
Monsters who were coming out of stores or walking down the sidewalk, jumped to one side as Gobble raced past.
They shouted things like, “Hey!” or “Watch it!” or “Who let this turkey out?”
Randall and Mike chased after Gobble, apologizing to the monsters as they raced past. Gobble
then leaped up on some satellite dishes. The satellites
came crashing down on top of Gobble. Gobble’s head
poked out.
“Gobble!” Randall cried, racing over.
A monster came out from the house. “Hey! What’s the big idea? I was watching the football game!”
“Thanksgiving is ruined!” Another monster cried.
“Well, not really.” Mike said. “We still have a turkey.” Gobble shrank back as the monsters took one step towards him. Randall then stood in front of them, protecting Gobble.
“What are you doing?!” Mike said.
“Taking a stand.” Randall said with a
determined tone in his voice. “Come on you guys! Look at the poor little guy. Don’t you think he has enough?”
Everyone looked at Gobble.
Gobble began to preen his feathers.
Randall continued.
“He’s running around like crazy because he’s scared. Don’t you think he values his life like you all value your lives. So why not leave this poor little guy alone, huh?”
The monsters looked down at the ground.
“Okay, okay.” Mike said. “But what are we gonna
do about the Monsters Inc. Thanksgiving party?” Randall thought for a moment, then smiled.
That night, at Monsters Inc. everyone went to the party and had a good time. Instead of turkey, everyone was given a credit card gift certificate. As for Gobble, he is now living in a sanctuary, happy and free.
THE END
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!