if my life was a book, it would be titled...
Part 1
Eddie the green reconnaissance monkey peeled a banana with his toes and chittered happily. He and his sidekick, David Bankdeposit, hadn’t received a dangerous mission in weeks. Not that Eddie didn’t enjoy things blowing up and international espionage, but this was some much deserved and very appreciated R & R.
Wouldn’t you know it, just then David’s top super secret CODEPHONE rang. “Heretay isay aay ewnay issionmay, Avidday Ankdepositay, anmay foay nternationaliay ysterymay,” a voice whispered stealthily.
“Who is this for? Avidday Ankdeposy-whoosy? I think you have me confused with something else. How did you get this number? It’s highly classified!” Mr. Bankdeposit shouted into the phone.
Eddie sighed and grabbed the phone and a piece of paper. He snapped and David sheepishly handed him a pencil. With a resigned hoot goodbye, Eddie hung up the phone and gave David the note.
“Eddie, you know I can’t read your handwriting!”
Eddie snatched the paper back and read it.
“Oh, the famous gadzonillaire Mr. Bananacream’Pie is missing? Why didn’t you just say so?”
Rolling his eyes, the green reconnaissance monkey pulled his hapless sidekick into the jet plane quick-get-away chute…
Hah, I'm so ridiculous.
Another good line: I was just throwing a few fragrant cedar chips of lunacy onto my internal fire of youthful joy.
Anyways, I started this to think up a book title.
Hmm.... "Morningside Theory"
I've got too much life left to even really try to title what it's been so far...
Eddie the green reconnaissance monkey peeled a banana with his toes and chittered happily. He and his sidekick, David Bankdeposit, hadn’t received a dangerous mission in weeks. Not that Eddie didn’t enjoy things blowing up and international espionage, but this was some much deserved and very appreciated R & R.
Wouldn’t you know it, just then David’s top super secret CODEPHONE rang. “Heretay isay aay ewnay issionmay, Avidday Ankdepositay, anmay foay nternationaliay ysterymay,” a voice whispered stealthily.
“Who is this for? Avidday Ankdeposy-whoosy? I think you have me confused with something else. How did you get this number? It’s highly classified!” Mr. Bankdeposit shouted into the phone.
Eddie sighed and grabbed the phone and a piece of paper. He snapped and David sheepishly handed him a pencil. With a resigned hoot goodbye, Eddie hung up the phone and gave David the note.
“Eddie, you know I can’t read your handwriting!”
Eddie snatched the paper back and read it.
“Oh, the famous gadzonillaire Mr. Bananacream’Pie is missing? Why didn’t you just say so?”
Rolling his eyes, the green reconnaissance monkey pulled his hapless sidekick into the jet plane quick-get-away chute…
Hah, I'm so ridiculous.
Another good line: I was just throwing a few fragrant cedar chips of lunacy onto my internal fire of youthful joy.
Anyways, I started this to think up a book title.
Hmm.... "Morningside Theory"
I've got too much life left to even really try to title what it's been so far...