What a bootiful day in Neverland and a bootiful morning!
There was only Isabella in her office just drinking some old coffee from Teh fridge.
And our precious, cutest, best kindergartener, Phil.
Phil : Mom, do you have something I need to do for you?
Isabella : uh, maybe you can help me clean my office
Phil : alright!
It was all good
Isabella : alright then, I think I need to make one of the beds
Phil : I can help!
Isabella : really? You're still a kindergartener
Phil : that wouldn't stop me!
Isabella : ok, you'll make Emma's section and I'll make Don's section
Phil : yes, mom!
Like I said, everything was fine. When Isabella went to check up on Phil
Isabella : oh-ho-ho-ho! Phil! When I said make the bed, I didn't meant that!
Phil : *making a bed from scratch*
Later
Isabella : Phil, can you help me find my nail clipper?
Phil : Kay Kay!
Isabella : hohoho when will you ever learn, Phil?
This is not what I meant by nail clipper
Phil : *made a fool out of nails*
Much later
Phil : what were you talking about to Sister Krone?
Isabella : we were talking about baby showers and maybe planning to have one
Phil : can I help?
Isabella : no, Phil. It's for adults only
Phil : but I want to help, I wanna show you I'm big enough!
Isabella : fine
The next day
Isabella : PHIL THIS NOT WHAT I MEANT BY BABY SHOWER!!
Phil : *makes shower filled with babies*
Isabella : bring me my armchair, I think I'm gonna faint
When Isabella looked what Phil was going
Phil : *made a literal arm chair*
Isabella : DEAR GOD!! WHERE DID YOU GET THE ARMS FOR THE CHAIR?!
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No, don't answer that question...I think I need to brainstorm—
She realized what she has done
Isabella : Phil don't do it!!
Too late
Phil opens the curtains to reveal a literal brain storm
Isabella : oh god!
Phil only stands there, smiling innocently
There is no god
There is only
Phil.
Guess who's back?
It's currently 3 am in my country and I'm still writing a parody chapter...
Goodnight and good morning y'all.
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The Promised Crackerland
FanfictionWhat if The Promised Neverland characters go to school? What if they phones and chat together? What if the farms are actually just dormitories of the school? What if the humor is maxed with a little bit of crackiness? This book contains all of that...
