Today we have a fun story about the adventures of a couple pets, written by Flying Penguin. Click "read more" below to check it out!
Hello there, I'm Raven. I'm a Raven Dog. Today, I'm gonna tell you a wonderful story. It's called...
Mr. Pink Banana and Raven's Army of Rats!
It all started on December 18th. My owner got a Banana and named him Mr. Pink Banana. At first I thought it was a normal banana and tried to eat him. But then, he said,
"Hey!"
And then I said, "Oh. I didn't know you were alive. Sorry."
"Of course I am! Can't you see I'm a living banana with living banana feelings?" He said.
And then I said, "Well, you look like a normal banana. Sorry we got off to the wrong start. I'm Raven."
"I'm Mr. Pink Banana!" He said.
We became best friends. But after a few days he started to smell bad.
"You need a bath!" I said one day.
"What's a bath?" He asked.
"I'll show you. Come on." I said. We went upstairs to the bathroom. I turned the water on and put Mr. Pink Banana in the bathtub.
Then he said, "HELP! I'M DROWNING!" But he actually wasn't.
I said, "You're not drowning."
"Oh." He said. I poured the shampoo on him.
"AAH! MY EYES! WHAT IS THIS STUFF?!?" He yelled.
"It's shampoo!" I said. I grabbed the scrubby brush and started to scrub.
"Why are you washing my peel?" He asked.
"Oh. Whoops, sorry!" I said. I put him on a rubber ducky and put the scrubby brush away.
"What am I on?!" He asked.
"It's a rubber ducky." I said.
"AAAAAAAHH!!" He screamed.
After I dried him off, we took a nap. But after the nap, we heard the doorbell ring. We ran downstairs and saw 10 OMG So Common Rats. Our owner was surprised, since he never got gifts. He took them to our room and said,
"Alright, Raven and Mr. Pink Banana. I don't know what to do with these rats, but maybe you two know. Have fun with them."
And then me and Mr. Pink Banana looked at each other with a smile. We knew what to do with them.
"Alright, first things first: No eating me!" Mr. Pink Banana said. Then I said, "Next rule: No biting my tail!" I looked over and saw that a rat was chewing on my tail. He smiled at me and ran over to the other rats.
"Okay then, what are your names?" I asked the rats.
Long pause.
"We don't know." One of the rats said.
Mr. Pink Banana said, "Ok, line up in front of me and I'll give you your new names." The rats formed a line.
"Okay, you're Tony, and you're Tony, and the rest of you are named Tony. Who can repeat rule number 1?"
All of the rats raised their hand.
"TONY! How about you?" Mr. Pink Banana asked.
They all said at the same time, "No eating Mr. Pink Banana!"
"Alright, everyone. Let's get down to business." I said. "There is a Tiger Dog across the street with an army of-"
"THROW BANANAS AT THEM!" Mr. Pink Banana said.
"Please let me finish. The Tiger Dog has an army of chickens. You need to distract them while we sneak into the doghouse and get back my stolen tennis ball. Do not throw bananas at the chickens. They hate them. Alrighty everyone, let's go!"
When our owner was asleep, we ran across the street to the Tiger Dog's house. We went into the backyard and saw the chickens and the Tiger Dog.
And then, the rats started throwing bananas at the chickens like crazy! I rushed into the doghouse and got the tennis ball. One of the chickens saw me and screeched.
"This is all your fault, rats!" I yelled. And then the rats said,
"This is all your fault, Mr. Pink Banana!" And then, Mr. Pink Banana said,
"This is all your fault, Mr. Pink Banana! Oh wait, I'm Mr. Pink Banana."
The gate was open. I was so close! I was just about to exit when the Tiger Dog slid in front of it and said,
"Not so fast, Raven! You're not stealing my precious tennis ball!"
"YOUR tennis ball? This is mine! I got it on my birthday but I saw you take it when it bounced across the street!" I yelled.
"Well, either way, you're not taking it back. You're surrounded by my army of chickens!" He said. I turned around and saw the chickens. The rats were standing on the fence.
"Help me, rats!" They didn't know what to do, so they threw bananas at the chickens. One of the rats threw Mr. Pink Banana at them. I told everyone to run and they forgot about Mr. Pink Banana.
"Bye." Mr. Pink Banana said. The Tiger Dog noticed he was left behind and said, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
"Me!" He said.
"I don't know what to do with you. I don't want to eat you, but you're also too stupid to talk to. I guess I can-"
"What does "eat" mean?" Mr. Pink Banana interrupted.
"Oh, never mind. I guess I can just give you back to Raven."
"Okay." He said. The Tiger Dog threw him back to Raven's house.
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" He said in the air.
"Where's Mr. Pink Banana?" I asked the rats. Everyone heard someone saying "Wheeeeee!" and a crash through the the window. Mr. Pink Banana was on the floor.
"Hi everyone!" He said.
"Oh. There he is." I said.
"Can someone tell me what the word "eat" means?" He asked.
"Oh, um, who wants a cookie?" I asked The rats raised their hands and said, "Meee!"
"Okay then. Tony, go get the cookies." I ordered. All the rats went downstairs and got a package of cookies. We ate them and took another nap. Everyone was happy. Except for the Tiger Dog and the Chickens.
Well then, that's the story of how me and Mr. Pink Banana started the army of rats. The Tiger Dog got a new tennis ball, and Mr. Pink Banana was always known for his smell. A perfume was made with it. And to this day, all throughout Chicken Smoothie, we are known as Raven and Mr. Pink Banana, the pets who started the army of rats. Eventually, more rats joined our army. They were named Tony, of course. We were visited by Avian and Totoro, along with Tess, Nick, and Sorren Fey. And to this day, Mr. Pink Banana still doesn't know what the word "eat" means.
Any questions, pups?
The PPS pups and growing pups looked at me with wide eyes.
"What does "eat" mean, Raven?" Mr. Pink Banana asked.
Um, well, who wants a cookie?
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