TITLE: Amazing Adventures of Willy the Purple Toed Wombat
By Kelly Jacobsen
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THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF WILLY...DA PURPLE TOED WOMBAT xD
Willy, adorned in his best cape...was ready, for yet another day to save the fellow Aussies from...well, everyday stuff. Like, the shopping cart, that almost plunged into your car on Gingerbread Avenue. On the other hand, what about those mysterious times when, the laundry is finished. Yet, you did not fold that entire close. In addition, certainly not your husband or kids did it! Well, the truth of the matter is: Willy the Purple Toed (yes, as in toes…) Wombat is here to save the day. While you worry about global warming, he will take care of the, everyday stuff. So at the end of the day (as long as global warming hadn't hit), you can freely say "No worries!" And truly mean it! Yes...Willy da Wombat is here...now! I will take you on a journey (please, click it or tickit!, thanks) into the mind of Willy the Purple Toed Wombat. But first of all, let's shorten his name! Hmm...Let me think. Ah hah! Ok, let's name him: Super Willy. Yea, that's right! Super Willy it is! (although, his real name still is, Will the Purple Toed Wombat!).
September 19, 1999. Two days before global warming...JK!
It was any other normal day for Super Willy. He shuffled with his paws, through the Sydney Times. "What is this world coming to?" He whispered aloud, seeing all of this concern for the so called, "global warming".
His receptionist, Bernie the Koala, looked at him and asked, "What is this world coming to?" Not trying to repeat the sentence, but ask him "what?" was this world coming to. According to the entire "underground" super kingdom in Sydney Australia, Willy the Wombat knew everything. He had all of the answers.
"I don't know!" He belted, oops! "No, I mean...I just don't know...look!" He showed the newspaper to her. She looked at it with frightful eyes.
"You don't mean?"
"Yes...I am sad to say." He responded. As he glanced upward to the "red button".
"You're not thinking..what I'm thinking, you're thinking? Are you?"
Without answering his question, he stood up on his hine legs. "There is only one thing, I must do."
"Oh, be careful! It is dangerous out--"
"I know! But, it must be done!" with that, he walked over to the "red button" and pressed it. sirens went of throughout all the compound.
Mission ONE. (of many…)
Sandy looked up. She was at the top of the building, falling, her mere two fingers were holding her there. She cried in pain that ripped her sides. And the pain that fiercly tore through her fingers. Then, out of some unknown hope and prayer…a shape came flying…what? Flying towards her. It looked like, no, couldn’t be…a wombat? “Whah?” She said to the air. For a split second she forgot she was hanging for her life. Then, the wombat shaped object, swooped down and…huh? She was then being caried away by this, animal. It wore a bright red cape, and it had ski mask goggles. WHAT???? She wondered. OH well, she was safe! Or, maybe not! What if this animal took her home to it’s hungry kids. AGH! She must get down from here! She looked below her, only to be astonished and, FRIGHTENED! She was, thousands of feet above the ground. One wrong move and…well, she didn’t want to think about the possibility!
Super Willy noticed her growing agitation and spoke in his famous Aussie style. What he said, I can not repeat, for it is highly classified,but it did the job of calming Sandy enough that they could land safely in her back yard.
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