Rabk - Part 17

Teatime in the Country
Rabk
Part 17

"Ah! Here we are!" said the Doctor happily as he ran around the console, flipping switches and pressing buttons. "The north road of the City! Off you go then. I can't keep you here." So out the travelers went, into the world. As they walked off from the blue box, a vworping sound came up from the box , and when the four turned around, the box was gone. "So we just go down that way?" asked Burt, pointing down the road. "Yup," said Dodgers confidently. "We need to go right down there." "What? Have you been here before?" asked Beowulf. "Sure I have. I have a friend that lives just down here." Burt look at Rabk with eyes that asked, "Of all the people we could have picked up...", but Rabk shrugged and kept walking. Soon, Dodgers led them to a large, early 19th century mansion. Dodgers walked right up to the front door and knocked. Burt leaned over to Rabk, "How could a lowly thief know people who live in this grand estate?"As Rabk shrugged, the door opened. Behind the the door was a tall, black-haired man with a continually amused look on his face. He looked down at Dodgers and said, "Ah... Mr. Dodgers..." Dodgers tipped his cap. "Jeeves." he responded. Jeeves gazed over at the others, and looked back at Dodgers. "Mr. Wooster was quite... upset... with you the last time you... left..." Dodgers shrugged, "Well, Jeeves--" "...With his car." Jeeves interrupted. The other travelers looked at Dodgers with questioning eyes. Dodgers shrugged at them and then looked at Jeeves. Despite his obvious disapproval, Jeeves allowed them in. He showed the travelers into a lounge and then left. Soon afterward, a thin man burst into the room. Dodgers stood up and took off his hat. "Dodgers, my friend, why must you be so youish?" Dodgers tried to speak, but the man continued, "Last time I let you in here, I thought you were clean, done with your stealing, but no! Now Aunt Petunia thinks that I stole her jewels! Me!" The man slumped down into a chair. Dodgers spoke, "Wooster, I'm terribly--" "And don't try to tell me I'm sorry," Wooster interrupted, "Cause I know you're not." Dodgers gave a devious smile, "You got me there, Wooster" Wooster scratched his forehead and sighed, "What are we going to do with you, Dodgers?" Soon, he noticed the other three and hopped right back up, "Oh, and I see you brought some friends, too! More kleptomaniacs, presumably!" "Actually," said Dodgers, "These are travelers, not thieves a--" "And you want me to host a dinner party for the weak and weary, do you?" "Actually, I was hoping you'd give us a car..." "A car?! What did you do with the last one you took? Eat it? Would you like some chips with that car, sir? Oh, yes and maybe some sauce on it for the looks! No, Dodgers, I can't afford it." "but you have, like, 10 of them!" "Yeah, well I won't have any once you're done with me! I just can't--" "Mr. Wooster," said Jeeves, who was at the door to the room with another man, "Mr. Teatime is hear to see you." If he was inspected more closely, the man next had an eye that was completely black. Wooster looked at Teatime without surprise. "Oh, you again, Teatime?" he said, and with that, he made a mad dash for the other door. Teatime was right behind him with a knife. As the commotion went on with furniture being overturned and gentlemanly knick-knacks were smashed, Jeeves set out some scones and tea. Dodgers whispered something into Jeeves's ear. Jeeves nodded and left the room. Dodgers started at the tea. The other travelers followed his example, and they had tea in the lounge as Wooster flew across the desk behind them. After a while, Jeeves reappeared and said to Dodgers, "Your vehicle is ready, sir."

Rabk -Part 13

Forest Battle
Rabk - Part 13

"Now, boy," said Hook, his gun still pointed at Rabk's face. "Where is Peter?" Rabk rolled his eyes. "Don't you get the fact that I don't know where Peter is or who he is?" "Don't you get the fact that I have twenty men ready to shoot you if you don't tell me where Peter is?" Beowulf raised his hand like a shy schoolchild. "OK, I'm sure there is a better way of handling this situation." Hook turned and pointed his pistol at Beowulf. "Quiet, you! I'll deal with your predicament after I'm finished with my current patient." Taking the opportunity of having Hook's head turned, Rabk drew his sword and hit Hook on the head with it. As Hook, once again, fell unconscious, Rabk grabbed him and held Hook in front of himself. All Hook's men had their guns turned towards Rabk now. "Put down your weapons!" yelled Rabk, putting his sword to Hook's neck, "Or I'll kill him!" The surprised men slowly put their guns to the ground and put their hands in the air. Rabk looked at Burt and Beowulf and nodded. All three ran off trough the hoard of pirates, leaving Hook to fall to the ground. The pirates immediately grabbed their guns and shot after the three travellers. "You better have a plan!" yelled Beowulf. "Nonsense," replied Rabk, "People in books always make daring escapes!" "Sorry to interrupt," put in Burt, "But those pirates don't care about daring escapes, and now their chasing us!" After a couple minutes of running and letting Rabk think, Beowulf yelled at him, "Well?" Rabk swallowed and replied, "We'll just keep running and hope for a miracle!" "Oh, so heroic!" said Beowulf, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, four giant turtles and a green thing hopped out of the forest trees. The four turtles were just in ninja gear and started fighting the pirates off. Whenever they hit someone, a giant onomatopoeia in all-caps appeared in the sky. All the green thing did was get up, brush himself off and look at them. He had only one large eye in the middle of his head. He waved and said "Hi! I'm Mike Wazowski!" Then the green thing ran off. Rabk didn't notice the green thing, though, he just smiled and stared at the turtles. He had watched them on TV when he was a child. After the last of the pirates ran off, the turtles turned and said "Cowabunga, dude!" Beowulf looked at them in a strange way. "And who are you?" "Dude!" responded one of the turtles, "We're teenage, mutant, and ninjas! What do you think? And what are you doing here dudes?" "We are trying to find the library." said Burt cautiously. "Dude!" said another turtle, "Your so close to it! C'mon! We'll bring you there!" So off they group went, following the turtles, and soon, the forest disappeared and a city appeared. Suddenly, on a small street, the turtles stopped. "Here we are, dudes!" "What?" said Burt, looking at the small, pink cottage they had stopped next to. "This is the great library? The one that holds every book ever written?" Beowulf, looking up, said "Burt, I think that we are under the library. Burt looked up and found a skyscraper, hovering sideways above their heads.

To Be Continued.........

Stuffed Give-Aways

Giving Away our Stuffed Animals

Today, my older sister and I decided that we would give away some of our stuffed animals that we played with as children. We are still keeping some of the stuffed animals, but giving away the ones we have no sentimental attachment for. Bring out all these stuffed animals reminded us of our life as young children. We found our first stuffed animals, three dogs. My older sister has Peanuts, a stuffed dog with half its nose bitten off from when my sister tried to get Jello of its nose, and I have Apples, a dog with no nose because I pulled it off when trying to clean some smoothie off of it, and Chuckles, a dog who had a nose that twisted and that we said needed pills to keep him from laughing. These three dogs were the first three that we decided not to give away. We were also reminded on how we used to always play with them together. Each 'guy' animal had a wife, 'girl', animal. Some of our matches for animals were just strange. We had a snake matched up with a skunk, and a mouse matched up with a spider, but it was always so fun. We found the sunglasses that were put on the bad guys of the day and that sometimes were the bad guys by themselves. We also remembered how we used to tie a rope around each other's waist and climb down the edge of the staircase to get a stuffed animal that had fallen on the ledge between the staircases. We also used to tie a rope to a stuffed animal we didn't like and toss it over the edge of the staircase to keep our sister from coming up. It would distract her, and keep her down there because we would put it just outside of her reach, where she was unable to get it, but was also thought that if she kept reaching, she would get it. The last memory I had was of the first time when my older sister said that she wouldn't play with the stuffed animals with me. I was so sad. After she stopped playing with me, my stuffed animals were never played with each other again, but I used them to make wars. Although I remember sad memories, I also remembered good memories, which make me very happy, and now, with the stuffed animals given away, some other children will be able to create their own good memories.

The Hog, the Frog, the Dog, the Bog, Zog, and the Squirrel!

By Brahms Lewis

There was once a frog

Whose name was Pog.

He was the color

Of greenish fog.

There was Pog,

On a Log,

But as he sat,

There came a dog

His name was Clog.

He liked to Blog,

And so he sat

On Pog's Log.

Then came a Hog

Whose name was Gog,

So they decided
To go for a jog.

So Pog the Frog

And Clog the Dog

Went to run with

Gog the Hog.

On this jog

They found a bog.

An evil place,

The Bog of Flog.

In the Bog,

The Bog of Flog,

There lived a man

Whose name was Zog.

The three found Zog

In the Fog.

He attacked them

With a Log.

But then Pog

Picked up the Hog

and threw him at

the man called Zog.

Then off ran Zog

Into the Fog,

But from the bog

came a squirrel!

When Pog, and Clog

and Gog the Hog
Saw the squirrel,

They turned him down.

For unlike Clog

and Pog and Gog,

rhymith not

the name of the squirrel!

The Perfect Teacher

Almost everyone who has gone through school has a teacher or coach that they admire. Notice how I said, “Almost everyone…” I personally do not have a teacher or coach that I admire, but if you mix up a bunch of teachers I have had, you can find my perfect teacher. My perfect teacher, most importantly, does not crack down on students and only have them do work. Instead, he should care about a student’s life outside of school. He should also get to know the students and help kids who need help and let kids who are ahead of the current teachings to go a bit farther in the book. This can help people learn at their own pace, not too fast and not too slow. He should get to know the kids so that they see him as an acquaintance or a friend instead of an evil ogre from the deep who came out of the darkness to enslave us for two hours minutes every day so we can learn and be prepared for our doomed futures (Note that this is not personal, but a very detailed and descriptive metaphor.). Good teachers have no effect on my attitude because I always try to have a positive outlook on life, and always try to be happy. A good teacher should be interesting, help kids who are falling behind, and let kids go forward and advance ahead of class.
A good teacher must be interesting. Some teachers can be funny to be interesting, but if you’re not, don’t try (It’s not something you can learn). You can also make your subject interesting. Some teachers may say, “How do you make Math or Language Arts interesting?” If you are one of these teachers, try making fun study strategies you can do in class, such as Trivia or Jeopardy. If that’s not your style, you can assign cool projects like making 3-D geometric shapes for math and making a scene from a book in a shoebox. Teachers can also assign kids to read books that are at their reading level, but also books that they will enjoy. This type of work is probably going to make kids more relaxed, instead of making them tense and thinking, “Oh no! Ten hours of slave labor from the textbook!” (This is not a personal comment.) When the kids are less tense, the classroom atmosphere will be less tense, which makes it a better working environment.
A good teacher also helps students who are falling behind in class. A teacher could think, “We will get through the book. We won’t slow down, stop, or review, and I don’t care if my students get Fs.” (This is not a personal comment) A good teacher doesn’t think this; they would help kids and slow down for them. If a teacher does this, the students she helps will respect her, and actually, this is what a teacher should do, because these student’s grades on the Star Test will reflect on how well the teacher taught them. The kids in class will be happier because they know that if the don’t understand something, the teacher will help them keep up with the rest of the students.

Rabk - Part 12

The Obligatory Rescue Chapter
Part 12
Rabk



At this point in the story, Rabk and Beowulf have been fighting a rather large spider. Unfortunately, as in all stories with rather large spiders, they are too strong for the hero. Rabk, at the moment, has a rather large spider leg on his stomach and has the mouth of a rather large spider inches from his head, but we will stop the story and continue it in a short while. In most stories, characters would have their lives flashing before their eyes, but because Rabk is not a normal fictional character, all he thought was, "Those are some large fangs.", but Beowulf, being a normal fiction hero, saw Rabk's life flash before his eyes, which Beowulf thought was rather odd. The molds on the cave walls were not thinking anything at the moment. The spider was thinking nothing but 'FOOD!' At this point in stories with large spiders, a rather short person would come into the cave with a light, a sword, and no shoes on, and would scare the monster away, or a crazy, self-guided, flying car would come and roll over the spider, but that does not happen in this story, and we will get back to what does happen now. As the spider lunged to eat Rabk and Rabk thought about large fangs, a machine gun fired and the spider backed up and started twitching, and soon ran off. Rabk stayed lying down, and took many deep breathes. Beowulf stood up and leaned against the wall, and rubbed his head with a face full of pain. Seeing Rabk's life story was a very painful experience. Rabk, after about five minutes, looks up to see his savior, and finds a man with a beard and blue camouflage on holding a machine gun. "Who is that?" asked Rabk. Beowulf looked up, still rubbing his head. "I don't know." he said, "but that beard looks very familiar." "I know!" responded Rabk, "But I can't put a pin in exactly who's beard it is." Rabk and Beowulf spend about ten more minutes figuring out who's beard it is. In the mean time, I'm going to describe the beard. The beard was brown with a small bit of blond in it. It was about six inches long from the chin to the end, and the beard was very scruffy and had a few hairs just sticking out of it. Finally, Rabk and Beowulf figured out who's beard it was. "It's Bert's beard!" said Rabk happily. After having the normal greetings, Rabk asks "What are you doing here, Bert?" Bert frowned and said "I thought it would be more interesting to follow you than to guard Atlantis. I just have to scrutinize every fish that passes by." "Well, c'mon then!" said Beowulf happily, and they walked down the path. Soon, they found the end of the cave, and they all cheered. They ran towards the light, but came to a halt as they exited the cave. A pistol was pointed at each of their heads. Rabk slowly looked up from the barrel of the pistol to see who was holding it. He found Captain Hook on the other side of the gun. "We meet again, boy. I have a bone to pick with you."

Using Words Weirdly

CLAMS

There was once a clam who happened to be a CLAM club clam. This clam was no ordinary CLAM clam. He was a member of the Cooperating Limo Association of Mustard, also known as the CLAM club. In this CLAM club, clams club clams. The name, CLAM, the club uses to hide the clams' clubbing of clams. When a CLAM club clam from the CLAM club clubs a clam, he clubs the clam as best as a CLAM club clam can club a clubbed clam. Soon the CLAM club clams had clubbed so many clams that there was not a clam to be clubbed. The CLAM club clams had an idea on how to club more clams. The CLAM club clams decided to club the clubbed clams again. When the CLAM club clams had finished one round of clubbing clubbed clams, the CLAM club clams would go to their club and eat some clubbed club sandwiches. After the CLAM club clams had finished their clubbed club sandwiches, the CLAM club clams went outside to club the clubbed clams with their clam clubs again, But when the CLAM club clams went out to club more clubbed clams with clubs, they found that the clubbed clams had run away from the town of the CLAM club clams. The CLAM club clams had no idea where to find more clams to club. Unfortunately, the CLAM club clams could find no one else to club but the CLAM club clams. So the CLAM club clams who clubbed clubbed clams had to club other CLAM club clams, and the CLAM club clams clubbed happily ever after. The CLAM club clams clamed down.

The Clubbed Clam End

The Different Types of Friction

Rabk’s Depressingly Strange Day

There was once a person named Rabk Doomfish and he lived in the town of El Dorado Hills. In his house, Rabk had a room covered in wallpaper, and when Rabk got tired of the wallpaper, he went outside of his room. One time when he got tired of his wallpaper, he decided to go to the park. On his way there, a squirrel popped into existence right in front of him, about 5 ft of the ground. It hovered in the air for a second and then fell with a crash onto the sidewalk. Then, a small skateboard rolled up to the squirrel who immediately got up and rolled off on it. Bewildered by this strange event, Rabk kept walking to the park. When he got there, he saw Bigfoot, who was trying to knock over a tree. After a couple minutes, Bigfoot pushed too hard, hit his head on the tree. Bigfoot fell over, unconscious, on the ground. Just afterwards, a small mouse came up and tried to topple the tree. Although he didn’t knock it over, he did get it to slide all the way onto the sidewalk, where a jogger promptly ran into it. Rabk shook his head in disbelief and walked over to the fountain in the middle of the park. He fished around in his pocket and when he found a penny, he threw it into the fountain and said, “I wish all these strange things would stop happening.” Unfortunately, that wish did not come true. The water in the fountain started to over flow and so much water came out that Rabk slipped and was being carried away. As he was being washed about he looked over and saw Genghis Khan, in full uniform, swimming the other way. After a while, the water went away, and Rabk got up to find himself completely dry and in front of his house. He decided to go back into his room to get some rest and clear his mind, but then a Pterodactyl flew overhead and dropped some dynamite on his house.


The End

Poem, C Momentous

The Adventures of Bob the Turtle

This is the story of Bob the turtle
Who escaped from his tank
And ran off and played the Kazoo

He ran off playing his kazoo
And met a snake named George
George was thin and George was blue
And knew a turtle named Fred

Fred was Red. Fred was Slow
Fred knew how to play Bassoon
George knew how to play a large Trombone
So away they went playing kazoo, bassoon, and a large trombone

On their way, George saw frogs
He ran off to fry them, and cook them, and eat them
So Fred and Bob went on their way playing kazoo and bassoon

Then Fred saw Crickets, jumping with glee
He ran off to catch them and smash them and eat them all up
So Bob went on with his Kazoo, playing it as he went

Then Bob discovered he was alone
So he moped, and he groped, and he cried for so long
Then a beetle heard him and cried right along

Then they cried and they cried ‘til they got back
To Bob’s comfy tank which was such a rack
Then Bob’s owners found him and clapped with much joy
Singing “Bob has come back with a beetle bug boy!”

In Memory of my Turtle, Beethoven