Monday, June 1, 2009

MAX and the ICE CREAM CONE


A "ChickenWing57" Story

Max woke up at 6:00 by a phone call. He had dark brown hair and was 6 foot 8. He used to work for the Army, but they didn’t have any donuts, so he quit. He opened the window and saw a New York City street. He lived near two pizza shops, an ice cream shop, a movie plaza, and a hot dog stand. A few miles away was one of the world’s tallest mountains, Mount Chocolate. Also, there was a peaceful river nearby that Max caught a trout in just last week, on Monday, during his lunch break. He still had a scar on his arm from getting hit by a hot dog a few years ago.

Oh yeah, back to the telephone that was about to ring off the hook. He answered the phone. An old lady said, “Secret Agent 101? We have suspicious activity at the subway. You should get there immediately.”

He was one of the secret agents at the headquarters, and he was the youngest agent, just 18. He got to the subway and didn’t see anything. He ran away to go back to headquarters, but he dropped his wallet. When he turned around, he saw an ice cream cone running away with the wallet toward the furnace. He was one smart ice cream cone, and he ran so fast that Max couldn’t keep up with him, and he soon lost him. He couldn’t find the ice cream cone anywhere, but he did find some vanilla ice cream puddles.

He brought the ice cream back to headquarters, and had the computer analyze the DNA. He waited for a few minutes and when the computer was done, he got the information. He looked at it for a while and figured out that the ice cream cone’s name was Joe.

Joe had committed many crimes and they were all in Mexico: he was a serial killer {Cheerios}, he committed murder {his arch rival, chocolate ice cream}, and he stole a spoon from an ice cream cone in Mexico City just the day before. Because of these crimes and many more, he was arrested 725 times {and a half}. Also, Joe was really ugly. Two years ago, Joe went to a summer camp, but he got thrown out since he was so ugly. He was 1 inch tall and had a 5 inch, pink afro. He had a blue moustache and fuzzy beard, from being so old- 1,058 years old. And he had one eyeball. He even had to get fresh scoops of vanilla ice cream everyday from the local supermarket just to stay alive!

Anyway, Max really had to catch him. He drove over to the airport and caught the next plane to Texas, since the Mexican planes were all sold out. He took Jet Blue. He was going to take American Airlines, but since he was going to Mexico, it didn’t seem right. After five tiresome hours on the plane, he finally got to Texas. He rented a taxi to take him the rest of the way, to Mexico. It was ten o’ clock, so he rented a room and lay down for a while, then fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was four in the morning, and he got up and ready. He got in his rental car and drove around; hoping to see an ice cream cone running down the street with a wallet, but it wasn’t that easy. He didn’t even see any ice cream droppings on the sidewalk. He drove farther into Mexico and found an ice cream store. He decided that Joe had to be in there. He ran inside and yelled, “Put your hands up!”

There were just bunches of blinking eyes and coughing, no ice cream at all. He walked out of the store and got back into the car and kept going down the street. No more than three minutes later, he saw a bus go by with an ice cream cone and a wallet in the front seat. He quickly put the car into reverse and followed him again. The bus finally came to a stop near a river. Joe got out of the bus, and Max got out of his car.

Joe taunted Max with the wallet, and Max finally ran after the wallet, but Max spotted a donut shop around the corner, and figured that one little donut wouldn’t hurt. He ran over to the shop and got a donut. And another. And ten more. And 100 more. Before he knew it, he had eaten so many donuts that he had gained 500 pounds. He had already weighed 150 pounds, making him weigh a world record, {well, at least he thought so} 650 pounds!!! He rolled out of the shop and, of course, Joe wasn’t there. Max accidentally rolled into the river nearby. The river finally ended at a Miami Beach. He rented a boat from across the beach and rode back to Mexico. He was so fat that he broke the boat after 15 miles and had to swim all the way, which took a whole day, since he stopped to look at a few fish along the way.

He woke up at 5:30 and this time caught a taxi to Mexico. He got to the same place he had found Tom’s bus the day before and there he was, bus and all. Tom drove away and another bus came. Max hopped in and told the driver to follow the bus. When Joe’s bus came to a stop at a dead end, Joe just stayed in his bus. Max watched as many more people in his bus got out and before he got out, and the doors closed. He rode all the way back to New York headquarters.

Max was so angry that he decided to give up trying to go after Joe all together. He went into
headquarters and quit. The people didn’t take it very well, but Max needed a vacation really bad. A permanent vacation, that is. He went online and bought a beach house near a golf course in Florida. He got on a plane and rode for a few hours. He got there and unpacked his stuff, but he didn’t bring any food. He needed to go on a diet. He did weigh 650 pounds, after all. He turned on the T.V. and saw a commercial for Nutri- System, and he called right then. The only problem was that he didn’t have any money.

He hung up and just stayed in his house and did nothing at all. Three years later, he heard a knocking on the door. He just yelled, “Come in!” The door opened and there was Joe and the wallet. Max ran over and grabbed his wallet, and called Nutri- System and ordered. Joe pulled a chess set out of his pocket and they played. Within five minutes, Joe won. It was summer, and Joe walked outside and melted and never came back again, and Max only lost one pound for the rest of his life.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!