The Story Of Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Chapter Three Creative

I would have included how Rodin got into Don't Hug Me I'm scared but he doesn't know how he got in there the first place. So I'm just going to go on with the story in Harry's POV

(Harry's POV)

When I woke up I was sitting in a small chair next to Manny and the old man. I forgot about all the events that lead up to this. Then a little notebook opened. "What your favorite idea mine is being creative." She asked. A talking notepad? "How do you get the idea?" Manny asked. " I just like to think creatively now when you look at this orange tell me please what do you see?" She said pointing to an orange in a bowl of fruit. "It's just a boring old orange!" The old man said. "Maybe to you but not to me. I see a silly face walking around and smiling at me." She said. A illusional talking notepad? "I don't see what you mean" The old man said. "Because your not thinking creatively. So take a look at my hair I use my hair to express myself."She said. I looked a notepads stringy hair. Arts and crafts really? "That sounds really boring." I told her. "I use my hair to express myself." The notepad repeated. "So when you look at the clouds in the sky don't you find it fascinating?" She asked. This is so childish. "No." We said. "Come on take another look." The notepad said. Suddenly I could see what the notepad was talking about. "Oh wait I can see a hat, I can see a cat, I can see a man with a baseball bat, I can see a dog, I can see a frog, I can see a latter leaning on a log." We said. Wow this really is fascinating. "I think your getting the hang of it now using your mind to have a good time." The notebook said. "I might paint a picture of a clown." Manny said as he held up his painting. "Woah there friend you might need to slow down." The notepad said as she poured oil all over Manny's painting. Manny frowned. He opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it. Manny's picture was creative and well painted for a child. What is her problem? "Here's another good tip..." "Yeah?" We asked. "Of how to be a creative wit kid go and collect some leaves and sticks and arrange them into your favorite color."She comanded. We went outside, found some sticks next to an died tree, and went back inside. I arranged mine to blue, the old man arranged hes into red, and Manny arranged his to green. "Green is not a creative color." She said. "Theres one more thing that you need to know before you let your creativity flow. Listen to your heart listen to the rain listen to the voice that's in your brain come on guys lets get creative!" The notepad said. Suddenly we all became hypnotized to be creative. We danced around,we made stuff,we even ate a cake made out out guts. Finally the madness stopped. "Now let's all agree never to be creative again." The notepad said as it closed. "What just happened?" I asked.