A Week with Minions

Monday

I heard the sound of a car stopping in front of my house. I got my lazy bum out of my couch, and dragged my exhausted body over towards the window. I saw the lovely mailman, who made me move from the couch for no reason at all. As he walked over towards my door, I saw he held a enormous package in his hands, which he struggled not to drop. 

I didn't remember ordering anything from the internet, that could be so gigantic, but it crossed my mind, that it might a gift from my family.

I ran over to my front door, and yanked the door open. The mailman stood there in shock, because of the sudden opening of the door.

"Uhm, you have a package, and you'll need to sign some papers, if it's okay?," he said as his country accent stuttered the words.

I looked over towards the box, that was chilling in the middle of my driveway. He probably wasn't strong enough to carry it all the way.

"Well, to be honest with you, I have no idea what could be in that package. Can you check who it is from?," I asked politely.

He nodded, and sled his backpack of his right shoulder, and took the papers out. He studied them quickly, and looked up at me with squeezed eyebrows. 

"There's no trace of a name or location on this," he said and frowned. 

I stood for a minute, and thought about if I should sign the papers or not. It just seemed suspicious to send an anonymous package. But I was also curious about what was inside.

"Can I take a look before I sign the papers?" I asked.

"Yeah, I don't think that would be a problem," he said.

As I stepped closer to the box, I could hear a faint rustling sound. It reminded me of the sound of children. When I stood right in front of the box, the sound was stronger, and I could hear squeaky noises. It sounded like small squirrels trying to communicate in their own language.

The thought of there being animals in the box scared me, and I stepped back and looked over towards the mailman.

"Whatever is in there, it's defiantly alive!" I yelled to him, but just as those words came bursting out of my mouth, the box was ripped from inside, and out came six yellow creatures. They were oval shaped, and they all wore these harsh metalitic googles and and blue demin overalls. But each one had an uniqute feature about them, which made them recognizable. 

The mailman started to scream so loud, that he almost scared all of the yellow creatures away. He quickly ran to his van and drove off. 

I stood in shock in several seconds, wondering about what these things were, and what they were going to do to me. They were all looking at me in awe, and one of them was pointing at me.

After almost a minute of silence, I decided it was a good idea to either speak or to run, and since I was a bit confused, it would be a good idea to get an explanation.

"What are you?" I stuttered, and I got a weird feeling in my gut, mostly because I was speaking to creatures, that scientifically aren't proved to exist.

They all looked at eachother, and said, "Minions!".

I didn't know if they were answering my question, or they were threatening me.

"Minions? What does that mean?" I stuttered, as I tried to keep my feet from running away.

They looked at eachother again, and pointed at themselves and said, "Me!".

I know understood, that they actually were answering my questions, which made me a bit calmer.

"Okay, but what are you doing here?" I asked.

The tallest one of them stepped forward and said, "Papers!", and then ran over to the now ruined box, and ran back with a paper in it's hands. I gently took it, and started to read...

Dear Ava.

This is Minions. They need a home for a week, while I'm gone. You need to take care of them. You don't know who I am, but I know you're working with animals as a career, so you were my best opportunity. On Monday you'll need to put them in a box and and place it on your drive way, so I can pick it up quickly.

Sincerely, Anonymous.

When I was done with reading, I looked up and saw that the Minions were gone. Shit, not already, it's been five minutes, I thought to myself. I could hear their voices inside of my house, and the idea of them tearing up my house was not pleasant.

I ran in, and saw them sitting on my couch and laughing at 'Spongebob Squarepants'. At least they've settled down quickly, I thought.

7 hours later

It was like living in hell. Their squeaky little annoying voices were messing with my head, and had caused a headache. Not only did they break my television, no, they also decided to rip every single page out of every single book. 

Giving six hungry Minions food, is like feeding lions at a Zoo. They've taken all of my food from my fridge, and I even had to deliver pizza, because they told me it was the only thing they would eat.

At that moment, I was about to kick them out of my house, and try to wake up from this weird dream I thought I was having. I walked upstairs and fell asleep, hoping that they would be gone by tomorrow.

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I know this story is so fucked up, I'm sorry.