" Hello" said Mr Potato Head to one of his many girl friends
"Hello poppet" said girlfriend number 356.
Now you're probably wondering why Mr Potato Head has so many girl friends and I'll tell you the answer right now this minute. The fact is Mr Potato Head is just incredibly handsome and good looking. Now it would be boring to end the story this soon so I'll tell you a bit more about him.
1. He has a potato for a head (obviously)
2. He is very good looking (again quite obvious)
3. He had a lot of girl friends (785 to be exact)
4. he was very rich
5. He had had a normal life for 29 years until now. His life was going to change big time baby, maybe forever, but what you gonna do about it Dude?
It all started on a sunny autumn afternoon when he and all 785 of his girl friends were out in the garden picking dandelions.
It was 4 o'clock and inside the house he heard a strange noise.
A sort of faint smashing noise like someone was throwing all of his posh designer wine glasses against a wall. Puzzled, Mr Potato Head gave girlfriend 33 his bunch of flowers and headed for the house.
As he entered he got a strong whiff of cheddar cheese. "What could this mean?" thought Mr Potato out loud.
He turned a corner into the 4th Lounge and there, right before him, was a monkey made of cheese and he had Mr Potatoes favourite girlfriend Gloria in his rucksack!! ...
" You alright there mate?" The cheese monkey asked in a gruff low voice as if he had a permanent cold "BTW The names cheesy chunky monkey."
"ummm ok Bro! what are you doing with my girlfriend?" asked Mr Potato Head. he sounded nervous and his potato skin was quivering slightly. Then cheesy chunky monkey grabbed his rucksack, slung it over his slimy and cheesy shoulder and jumped elegantly out out of the window, the glass smashing as the thick headed monkey had forgotten to open the window before he jumped.
Mr Potato Head dropped to his knees, a tear rolled down his leathery cheek and landed on his posh trousers. what would he do now?
the next morning he got up and started making breakfast, completely forgetting about the previous day until he spotted a small envelope on the floor. He opened it...
Inside was a letter that read
De@r re@der,
l h@ve Blondie
give me wh@t l w@nt
love from
head of the evil crime masters society
Wrinkly stinky pinky and cheesy chunky monkey
"uh oh" sighed Mr Potato head suddenly remembering the painful past
then came a knock on the door. As He opened it, a crowd of girlfriends came pushing past asking where Gloria was. Mr Potato Head knew that enough was enough and he had to do something about poor Gloria. That evening he packed a bag full with food, clothes and mayonnaise skin cream. at 8 o'clock he left the house and searched everywhere.
He'd been out for at least 7 hours before he found any clues. That wafting cheddar cheese smell. it came from a Bush near bye. he crept into it and gasped at what he saw in front of him. it was a cave that had been made into a secret lair.
"it's you again!" shouted someone from behind him. he had a pinky finger that was all wrinkly and stinky.
" cheesy chunky monkey!!! it was your smell that gave us away you wretched monster!" stinky pinky screeched
in embarrassment, cheesy chunky monkey let out a long squelchy fart. Mr Potato Head covered his nose and mouth quickly but it was too late for poor stink pinky! he gasped for a moment then his eyes rolled and he collapsed in a stinky heap on the floor. "oops" said cheesy chunky monkey but he couldn't help showing a little smile. Mr Potato Head found Gloria under some stone stairs in a cupboard and he took her home.
no one knows what happened to cheesy chunky monkey but Mr Potato Head got a gold medal for being brave and he got 54 more girlfriends. he lived happily ever after and lived a normal life. Or so he thought...
YOU ARE READING
Mr Potato Head and the monkey made of cheese.
Short StoryI WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 12 DONT HURT ME Mr Potato Head has had a pretty normal 29 years of his life living with all 785 of his girl friends. Until one day on a sunny autumn afternoon everything changes forever.