Little Timmy was turning four years old, and he bragged too all his preschool friends about how he was the oldest in his class. Now, Little Timmyo s parents were, at first, going to throw a party just for Little Timmyo s friends.


However, Little Timmy wanted EVERYONE to know that he was four years old, so he did what seemed reasonable-- he threw a tantrum, demanding that his parents send out invitations to the entire town. However, his parents said they wouldno t send out invitations to the entire town, so they settled for the entire block, instead. As if the cost of all those stamps weren't enough, Little Timmy ALSO wanted a giant birthday cake, and ice cream, and lots of presents, and a piñata, and lots of other stuff. At first, he didno t want to give out party gifts, but his parents convinced him otherwise.


Soon enough, when the party day came, many people showed up, making Little Timmy very happy. He also told everyone repeatedly that he was four years old, which grew rather repetitive. Then, Bobby Jones came trotting down the street, lapping his lips hungrily at the mere thought of all the food there would be. You see, Bobby Jones had a pet elephant seal-- one named Mr. Pancakes. Mr. Pancakes also was hungry, and Bobby Jones knew fully well how Mr. Pancake got when he was hungry, but he was late for the party, so he didno t feed him his fish at home.


When poor Mr. Pancakes saw the huge, gigantic, colossal, and hugely expensive birthday cake, he couldno t help himself. With a few puffs and huffs, Mr. Pancakes barreled towards the cake, as the party guest screamed and ran. Little Timmy, however, wasno t about to lose his birthday cake, and realized that screaming wouldno t help. It was time for action, and action meant violence. With a screech that can pierce eardrums, and break reinforced bullet-proof glass, he charged toward Mr. Pancakes. Little Timmy threw out his fist, and slammed Mr. Pancakes in the stomach. Unfortunately for Little Timmy, and fortunately for Mr. Pancakes, the elephant seal was composed of 95% blubber. Instead of sinking in, like he had hoped, Little Timmy rebounded off of Mr. Pancakes enormous blubbery tummy, into a nearby bowl of punch. A mad flash in his eyes, and one big chomp later, Mr. Pancakes had devoured the entire cake, and then, promptly, ate the rest of the party food. He then promptly charged right through the fence, and ran off down the street, towards the setting sun. Little Timmy emerged from the punch bowl, soaking wet and very, very sticky. He thought for a minute, and took in his surroundings. He then let our another screech, shattering all the glass in the area, and most of the eardrums.


After that, Little Timmy always threw small parties, keeping the date and time secret, just in case Mr. Pancakes came back with an empty stomach.




I haveno t done a, I dono t know, o funo skin in a while. This came into my head when I was brainstorming, and was too good to pass up. =D