Bob The Banana

Bob goes bananas

Bob sat there in the back of the police car with his hands chained behind his back. These stupid police officers, he thought. How dare they arrest him. He had to do something. "I demand a trial against you! How dare you arrest me I did nothing wrong I'm as innocent as a boiled bean burrito!" He said stomping his foot. The one officer rolled his eyes. "No way you crazy lunatic." But the other officer said, if he demands a trial we have to give him one." The first officer sighed. "Very well."

Bob sat in his chair with with his hands folded over his laps, trying to look professional. The judge sat in the front with his giant hammer thing as three whitenesses sat across from him. The girl from the horse dropping store, the mother of the baby he had tossed into the freezer and the worker he nearly digested. "Ok. Today's case is against Bob the banana. What are his charges?" Bob shot out of his seat. "My name is Bob and I am 100% inoccent from all charges. These people are crazy because all I wanted was to get my beloved orange juice but they stood in my way. They made me as grumpy as a green chimichanga! In fact, as the leader of the Civil Rights Of The Banana Republic, I demand all these flappy cucumbers arrested!" The judge smacked his giant hammer thingy creating a giant dent on the stand. "What are your charges against him, whitenesses?" He asked. They all stood up. "HE CALLED ME A PIECE OF GARBAGE AND HIRED HIS GUARDS TO KIDNAP ME!!!" Yelled the girl. "He almost froze my baby to death!" Said the mother. "I still have nightmares of what I saw in his stomach!" Said the worker. The judge nodded. "I don't believe he did anything wrong and that he's 100% inoccent." Bob stood on his table and did his fat banana happy dance. "But..." Said the judge. "After what you guys said I changed my mind and claim him guilty against all charges and sentence him to a life time in prison, case closed." At this Bob passed out onto the floor.

He woke up to the sound of squeeking puffer fish ( AKA birds ). He look around him. He was in a prison cell with two beds. One was his, the other belong to a short chubby potato. Bob had very bad social skills because he had no friends. "Hello. My names Bob I'm not going to ask you what your name is because I don't care and I bets it's a really ugly name." He said. The potato glared at him. "My name is Pachiki." He said in a italian accent. "Lololololololololololololololol. That's such an ugly name." Bob said pointing his fingures at him. "I'm so bored. There's nothong to do here!" Said Bob. "I've been here alone for ten years so I started talking to my best friend Charlie. Hello Charlie!" Said Pachiki smiling at air. Bob sighed. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Lets play a game!" He said. Pachiki looked for once excited. "Ok. Which one?" "I spy!" Said Bob. "Ok you go first." Bob thought hard. "Ok... I spy, with my big fat ugly terrible far sighted eyes, something big, ugly, gross, stupid, dumb and idiotic." Pachiki lookes puzzled. "Umm... The toilet?" "No." "The bed?" "No." Pachiki sighed. "I give up." Bob cackled. "MUAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU DUMB??? IT'S YOU, YOU FREAKING MORON! HAHAHAHA!" Tears swelled into Pachikis eyes. "You're so mean!" He said. Bob thought he was just a crazy plump potato with no sence of humor. "You silly old chicken nugget!" He said as he wacked Pachiki with his long banana butt. Pachiki flung onto the ground unconscious.

Bob was hungry. Without his orange juice he was going practically insane. He couldn't stop slpurting out soggy farts or goggling up his intestines. He felt empty without his orange juice. He was facing side effects such as, talking to him self, laughing to himself , cackling to himself and he had a massive craving for potatoes. He turns aroung and looks at Pachiki, now rubbing his sore back. "Hey Pachiki. Mind is we have a chat?" Said Bob.

"Aaaahhh." He said licking his lips ferociously. The best meal he had had in days. He waddled with his long banana butt drooping behind him as he thought of a brilliant escape plan. He glanced at the toilet and waddled over. He stood on top took a deep breath pressed the flush button and down he went. He shot down the water pipes and into the sewer and climed from one of the drainage hole thingies where his loyal adviser was waiting for him. "I knew you would escape your bananajestyiest." Bob smirked with his fat banana face. "I'm wayyyy to blubbery to flop on a waffle." He said. Which meant he was hungry and wanted to eat lasange. He and his loyal adviser hopped onto his trusty llama, Salami, and rode off into the sunset...

That's it for chapter three, hope you guyz liked it! Chapter four will be out soon! Have a great day and Go Bananas! 🍌🍌🍌